The dust cleared, revealing the two figures at the center of the arena.
Li Han and Bibi Dong.
"Cough, cough, cough... That really was vicious.
It seems His Holiness the Pope has already reached level ninety-six or higher.
Otherwise, that strike couldn't have been so absurdly powerful."
A faint blue glow shone from Li Han's eyes, the telltale sign of his Clear Insight Spirit Eyes activating.
Both his gaze and his divine sense locked onto Bibi Dong, assessing her current strength.
The strength she could use was roughly level ninety-seven, but another formidable power lay hidden within her body.
That was likely Bibi Dong's concealed strength.
She had gone to considerable lengths to make the Worship Hall lower its guard.
"Impressive, brat. You really are something. To think you could take my third soul skill without a scratch with nothing more than a Soul Douluo's cultivation."
Bibi Dong's eyes filled with shock.
Even she couldn't have accomplished such a feat.
Earlier, she had doubted whether Li Han had the strength to kill Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo. Now, however, it seemed he truly did.
But he was only a Soul Douluo. How could his combat strength be so terrifying?
Even undergoing a god's trials shouldn't have brought him this far.
The sight shocked not only Bibi Dong, but everyone else as well.
"His strength really has grown again.
But this rate of growth simply defies all reason."
Sword Douluo sighed in amazement, his interest also piqued by the Sword Qi into Threads technique Li Han had just used.
He could sense that it was an exceptionally sophisticated sword technique.
If he could master it, his strength would surely rise to another level.
But it was a soul skill, so mastering it himself was unlikely.
"This man's talent may well outshine