Bibi Dong's smile did not change, but a flash of blood-red flickered in her eyes.
"Why else would she be called the Pope?"
And she was even the particular kind of sweet, clueless fool some Grandmaster liked.
The blood-red light in Bibi Dong's eyes erupted in an instant.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe came crashing down.
A massive purple-black arc plowed a ravine several yards deep through the earth outside Jialing Pass.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun twisted aside at the same time. The arc shot between them, shearing the forest half a mile behind them clean in two.
Damn, that was awesome!
But that was all it was!
A divine weapon had only this much power, without even a single extra effect? That was eight parts amusing out of ten.
Zhou Qiubai moved immediately afterward.
The White Clothes Sword left its sheath. Metal shrieked, shockwaves surged, and the ground between them shattered inch by inch.
Black winds swept the earth, bending every blade of grass; purple lightning crossed the sky, toppling ten thousand trees.
A white blade pierced through a thousand waves; one step crushed the ashes of the Nine Netherworlds.
Mankind possessed hands that could hold up the heavens, yielding not an inch of light to gods or demons.
Should future years ask of this day, the sword first left its sheath at Jialing Pass.
Bibi Dong snorted coldly and flipped her scythe, changing its momentum from a chop to a sweep.
Zhou Qiubai tapped the ground with his toes and somersaulted backward through the air. The White Clothes Sword wound around the scythe's spine, borrowing its force to guide it away, and then...
The blade aura blasted a deep pit three yards wide into the ground.
Yang Guyun had already charged in.
The Black Spear thrust forward, compressing