Bibi Dong is going to attack Star Dou?

Golden Crocodile Douluo forcibly suppressed the shock and suspicion surging in his heart, letting out a cold snort.

He had lived for over two hundred years and never believed in evil.

If one strike failed, then he would simply try again!

The third soul ring beneath his feet lit up, and he launched a fierce attack!

Driven by Golden Crocodile Douluo's ninety-eighth-level soul power, the might of this soul skill had long since surpassed the inherent grade limits of the soul ring itself.

That golden crocodile tail transformed into an overwhelming flurry of whip shadows in the air, lashing out from above, below, left, and right simultaneously. Each whip shadow carried a terrifying force capable of pulverizing refined steel, completely shrouding Er Ming's massive body.

A flash of lightning flickered in Er Ming's eyes.

He had never been a soul beast skilled in defense.

The fighting style of the Titan Giant Ape lineage could be summed up in one word: brute force.

His Dark Gold Bone Wings suddenly retracted, and Er Ming's massive body crashed into the sea of whip shadows like a meteorite.

He unleashed his Thunderlight Fist with both hands, each punch landing precisely on the trajectory of the crocodile tail's assault.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

The dense sounds of collision were like a torrential downpour beating against war drums, continuous and unending.

Onlookers only saw a mass of lightning and a mass of golden shadows entangled crazily in mid-air, with blinding sparks exploding at every collision.

They fought from the ruins of the main hall to the broken walls of the side hall, and then from the side hall to the Martial Soul City plaza, grinding everything in their path into dust.

The remaining soul masters in the viewing stands were dazzled and mesmerized.

They had never seen such a savage way of fighting.

There were no flashy soul skills, no clever tactics—just the purest collision of strength against strength, fist against tail, and the crushing pressure of soul power against soul power.

A battle of this caliber made one's blood boil, even just from watching from afar.

Golden Crocodile Douluo grew more alarmed the longer they fought.

The intelligence report had been written clearly:

Titan Giant Ape, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the peak of power-type soul beasts, but its limit ended there.

It might have some deterrent power against ordinary Title Douluos, but in front of a ninety-eighth-level Title Douluo, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

But what was this?

This Titan Giant Ape's strength, speed, reflexes, and resistance to damage—which of these was at the level a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast should have?

When his Golden Crocodile Douluo tail lashed out, the opponent didn't budge, while his own arms were left numb by the recoil.

Even more absurd were those Dark Gold Bone Wings; since when did a Titan Giant Ape grow wings?

The lightning power swirling on those wings stirred the heavens every time they spread, and it was certainly not ordinary lightning.

Damn it, does a few hundred thousand years count as a hundred thousand years?

Golden Crocodile Douluo cursed the deacon responsible for compiling the soul beast intelligence to his heart's content.

Once today's battle was over, he would throw that bunch of trash into the latrines to scrub floors.

Another collision occurred.

Golden Crocodile Douluo used the recoil to pull back, his feet carving two deep furrows into the bluestone floor of the plaza.

He steadied himself and shook his already numb arms, his dark green eyes staring fixedly at the Titan Giant Ape opposite him, no longer holding a shred of contempt.

He did not strike again; even if he continued, it would be difficult to take this guy down.

On the contrary, Martial Soul City would turn into a living hell.

Although he didn't care, others did, and those people were stronger than him.

Er Ming did not pursue either.

The lightning dancing on his knuckles gradually subsided as Er Ming looked down at his fists.

The bloodstains on his knuckles had already congealed, but aside from that, he was quite satisfied with the outcome of this battle.

The Demon Emperor Bone modified by that lord, combined with the Thunderlight Fist, was indeed enough to hold his own in a head-on confrontation.

However, Golden Crocodile Douluo was, after all, a ninety-eighth-level super powerhouse; Er Ming could stand toe-to-toe with him, but he could not defeat him.

The two stood in a distant standoff in mid-air.

Behind one, the phantom of the Golden Crocodile King spat out rays of soul power, poised to strike.

Behind the other, the Dark Gold Bone Wings flapped slowly, with lightning flowing ceaselessly across their surface.

The battlefield fell into a brief stalemate.

Er Ming looked back at Xiao Wu and the Golden Light Eagle behind him, then glanced at the army of soul beasts blocked at the edge of the battlefield by Dugu Bo's poison, a hint of deliberation flashing in his bell-sized eyes.

His purpose in coming here was never to fight to the death with Martial Soul Hall.

That lord had said, "Bring my daughter back," not "Tear Martial Soul Hall down for me."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's combat power was formidable; if they continued to tangle, it was not certain that other old monsters from the Worship Hall wouldn't emerge.

By then, leaving might not be so easy.

Er Ming made his decision.

He raised his thick arm and let out a powerful roar toward the sky.

The roar sounded like ancient war drums being beaten, rolling across every corner of the Martial Soul Hall battlefield.

The flying spirit beasts folded their wings upon hearing the sound and flew toward the space rift that had yet to close.

The ground spirit beasts surged toward the entrance of the rift like a receding tide, orderly and without the slightest chaos.

Golden Light Eagle looked at the few feathers remaining on its body with heartache, then glanced at the space rift, and finally sighed before flapping its wings to take flight.

Regardless, it, Golden Light Eagle, was the first to arrive today and had protected them from start to finish; this performance would definitely earn it recognition in front of that great lord.

Before leaving, Golden Light Eagle looked back at Xiao Wu, who was being protected in Er Ming's palm, its eyes filled with smugness.

Lord Eagle was the first to arrive, and no one could take that credit away.

Er Ming carefully placed Xiao Wu onto his broad shoulder, his massive palm cupping her slender body, the warmth from his palm shielding her completely.

Xiao Wu sat on Er Ming's shoulder, looking down at the devastated Martial Soul City below.

The shattered dome, the toppled stone pillars, the cracked bluestone ground, and the Martial Soul Hall deacons lying scattered in every direction.

This city, which once symbolized the supreme majesty of Martial Soul Hall, was now a complete mess.

Then, her gaze crossed all the ruins and landed on the graceful and luxurious figure on the high platform.

Bibi Dong.

The Pope of Martial Soul Hall.

And the enemy who killed her mother.

Xiao Wu's hands gripped the fur on Er Ming's shoulder tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She had imagined the scene of confronting her mother's killer countless times; she thought that day would be far off, but she never expected this moment to come so soon—so soon that she could still only be protected behind someone else, without even the qualification to throw a punch at that woman herself.

But she would not be this weak forever.

"I will come back for you!"

Xiao Wu's voice drifted down from Er Ming's shoulder, filled with stubbornness and bone-deep hatred.

The voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every corner of the ruined hall and into the ears of everyone on the high platform.

Bibi Dong raised her head, a cold sneer slowly curling the corners of her lips.

Her papal robes snapped in the wind, and the light of the golden martial soul behind her continued to burn fiercely.

She looked at the slender girl on Er Ming's shoulder, then at the army of spirit beasts retreating into the space rift, and ultimately suppressed the urge to pursue.

Since Golden Crocodile Douluo had not acted rashly, she was naturally not foolish enough to charge up there alone.

But when it came to words, Bibi Dong would never lose.

Did they really think a mutated Titan Giant Ape could shake the status of Martial Soul Hall?

Once they recovered, they might even slaughter their way to the Star Dou Forest!

Thinking this, Bibi Dong raised her head proudly.

"Very well, I... will be waiting for you!"