Standing Above Fate!

Bibi Dong discovered in horror that the divine power which had once been unstoppable was being frantically devoured by those black vines!

The hollow sensation of her strength draining away completely terrified Bibi Dong.

It could even devour divine power?

What kind of twisted Martial Soul was this?!

At that moment, only one overwhelmingly intense thought remained in Bibi Dong's mind.

Run!

Run as far away as possible!

She exhausted every last shred of strength, even burning her origin blood essence, turning into an afterimage as she fled madly toward the distant horizon without looking back.

Xiao Bai had already transformed back into an ornamental fish.

It swished its tail as it swam to Xu Qing's feet, routinely showing its loyalty.

Xu Qing withdrew his nine soul rings and raised both hands.

In his left hand, the blue-green Life Blue Silver radiated vigorous vitality.

Above his right hand floated the ink-black Dark Blue Silver.

Two utterly different Martial Souls appeared at once.

Although the Dark Blue Silver had yet to gain a single soul ring, the completely different, incomparably violent aura of destruction contained within it still made one's heart pound in alarm.

The cultivation path of this Dark Blue Silver was entirely different from that of Life Blue Silver.

It required an enormous amount of killing intent and destructive aura to condense the most perfect soul rings.

With a turn of his palm, Xu Qing recalled the Twin Martial Souls into his body.

Gu Yue Na had already come over by then.

She naturally wrapped herself around Xu Qing's arm, her breathtakingly beautiful face filled with an admiring smile.

Her silver dress clung tightly to her flawless figure, accentuating every exquisite curve.

Her long, straight legs appeared and vanished beneath the hem, exuding a soul-stirring allure.

Xu Qing took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her slender waist.

After spending so many years together day and night, the ambiguity and tacit understanding carved into their bones had not grown tiresome even after a century.

"My husband looked absolutely incredible just now."

Gu Yue Na leaned against Xu Qing's shoulder, her breath fragrant.

Xu Qing was about to speak when his casual glance fell behind a corridor pillar not far away.

Several figures were peeking out from behind it.

They were students from the academy.

Ye Lingling, Shui Bing'er, and Shui Yue'er.

These gifted young women, renowned in the original story, were now staring at Xu Qing with extraordinarily strange gazes filled with overwhelming shock and fervor.

Clearly, they had witnessed the Pope being utterly crushed without any chance to fight back.

Seeing those girls looking at him as though he were some kind of monster, Xu Qing could not help but laugh.

Gathering all these daughters of fate into Blue Silver Academy had merely been an idle move on his part.

The gears of fate on the Douluo Continent might still have been turning according to some predetermined trajectory.

But to Xu Qing, none of it mattered.

Because no matter how those gears of fate crushed onward—

He would always stand above fate.

The night wind tore through the heavens as a dark green streak of light fled through the air like a beaten dog.

The towering walls of Spirit City finally appeared in sight.

Bibi Dong crashed straight into the rear hall of Pope Palace. She did not even have time to use the doors, instead smashing through a stained-glass window and falling heavily onto the hard marble floor.

Intense pain swept through her entire body.

The luxurious Pope's gown representing supreme authority had long since been torn to pieces. Several horrifying rents ran from the hem all the way to the roots of her thighs, exposing a pair of fair, toned, beautiful legs.

Yet those once flawless legs were now stained with dirt and shocking smears of blood.

Bibi Dong panted heavily, both hands clawing desperately at the floor, her fingernails even scratching several white marks into the stone slabs.

She turned her head and stared fixedly into the night sky beyond Pope Palace, her chest heaving violently.

Impossible.

How could there be such a monster in this world?!

Even now, her heart was still pounding wildly in her chest. She had not yet recovered from everything that had happened in that courtyard.

Nine red soul rings each over a hundred thousand years old, blue-green vines that had effortlessly crushed the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor, and that strange black grass capable of devouring even divine power.

What exactly was that man named Xu Qing?

Bibi Dong bit through her lip fiercely, and the sharp pain restored a little clarity to her mind.

Spirit Hall's intelligence department was nothing but a bunch of useless fools!

The dossier had clearly stated that he was a mysterious Soul Douluo.

This was supposed to be a Soul Douluo?!

Even after she had used the Rakshasa God's origin power, she had possessed no ability to fight back before that man. She had nearly died there completely. It was simply absurd.

Humiliation and resentment grew wildly within her heart.

As the Pope, she had suffered such a tremendous loss at Blue Silver Academy. If she did not avenge this grievance, the demon in her heart would never fade.

But the instant she recalled Xu Qing's indifferent gaze, as though he were looking upon an ant, Bibi Dong began trembling violently beyond her control.

She knew perfectly well that she had returned alive today not because she had run quickly.

She had come so close.

Just that close—if that man had been willing, she would never have escaped.

The violent fluctuations of Soul Power coming from Pope Palace soon alerted the top experts within Spirit City.

Deep within Worship Hall, several powerful spiritual senses intertwined in the void.

Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo furrowed his brows deeply.

"Her aura is so chaotic and weak?"

"Judging from the commotion, it seems she suffered a major loss. She looks rather miserable."

Several worshippers secretly speculated about what had happened, yet none of them actually went to check on her.

Before the Angel Statue at the highest point of Douluo Hall.

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes, and the pressure of a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo flashed through the hall before vanishing.

He rose to his feet, his gaze piercing through layers of palaces as he looked toward Pope Palace in the distance.

He knew Bibi Dong's strength well. She possessed Twin Martial Souls and commanded that kind of evil power.

Across the entire continent, even the veteran experts of the two great empires had to show Spirit Hall some respect. There was simply no one who could drive her into such a state.

Where had she suffered such a setback?

This was truly interesting.

Qian Daoliu stroked his grizzled beard as an incomparably distant memory suddenly flashed through his mind.

He shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"I wonder how that senior is doing. He has probably long since passed away within the river of history."

A faint sense of remembrance lingered in Qian Daoliu's heart.

Meanwhile, within Blue Silver Academy.

The earlier disturbance had not broken the tranquility here. The courtyard remained filled with rich life energy.

Xu Qing sat in an antique rattan chair, casually guiding the three young women before him.

Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er had been brought back to the academy and raised by Xu Qing since childhood.

In the hearts of the two women, Xu Qing was not merely the benefactor who had raised them, but an existence as supreme as a god.

Within that reverence, a special affection unique to young girls had long quietly begun to bloom.

As for Ye Lingling, who stood to the side, she had only recently entered the academy by chance.

Her Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul was exceptionally special and happened to align with the origin of the Life Great Dao.

After receiving several casually spoken yet illuminating pointers from Xu Qing, Ye Lingling had been completely won over on the spot and chose without hesitation to remain at Blue Silver Academy.