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"I'll be damned! What's that in the sky?!"
An astonished shout broke the clamor of the canyon battlefield. Yang Teng, who had been watching the situation amid the chaos, instinctively looked up at the sound.
A sharp, pale-blue streak of light came hurtling from the distant horizon at an unimaginable speed!
It carried a sword intent so keen it seemed capable of piercing the unbreakable and cleaving through all things. Its target was the golden-black light at the center of the canyon, radiating a powerful aura of confinement.
It was the Martial Soul Fusion Skill Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were trying to unleash: the Polarity Stasis Domain!
"That's... Sword Douluo Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
Yang Teng narrowed his eyes, immediately recognizing who had arrived.
From the direction of Shrek Academy, a gentle, serene seven-colored glow shot into the sky, precisely linking up with the streak of pale-blue sword light.
It was the support of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda! With Sect Master Ning Fengzhi's full support, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's speed and momentum surged once more!
"Martial Soul Avatar! Seven Kill Sword, go!"
A cool, haughty shout rang across the canyon.
The pale-blue light suddenly flared, transforming into the enormous phantom of a Seven Kill Sword that spanned the sky. Bearing an unshakable will to annihilate all, it came crashing down!
BOOM!!!
A world-shaking crash erupted as space shuddered violently!
The golden-black light flickered and twisted before finally breaking apart, revealing Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo within. They looked somewhat disheveled, their auras in disarray.
Chrysanthemum Douluo grunted, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth. He had clearly suffered some backlash when their fusion was interrupted.
"Sword Dao Chen Xin!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stared at the gray-clad man who had landed and revealed himself, his voice shrill with shock and fury.
"If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect insists on interfering today and making an enemy of Spirit Hall, you'll pay a terrible price someday!"
Chen Xin stood straight as a sword, his expression cold and stern. He had not put away his Martial Soul, and the phantom of the Seven Kill Sword behind him gleamed with a frosty light.
Faced with Chrysanthemum Douluo's threat, he merely glanced at him and replied calmly, "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be ready whenever you are."
"Is that so?"
Just as Chen Xin finished speaking, a cool female voice rang out above the canyon without warning.
It reached every ear, carrying a chill that made the heart shudder.
"Eternal Wound!"
Two enormous purple-gold slashes formed of destructive energy tore through space, silently cutting toward Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had just landed.
"What?!"
Chen Xin's pupils contracted. An unprecedented sense of mortal danger instantly engulfed him! His battle instincts drove his sword intent to its absolute limit!
"Seven Kill True Body!"
"One Sword Breaks All Laws!"
Chen Xin bellowed. The enormous phantom of the Seven Kill Sword behind him instantly solidified and merged with his body.
The giant sword swung, unleashing a surging torrent of sword energy as it met the two purple-gold slashes head-on!
BOOM!!!
An even more terrifying collision than the last erupted! Blinding light and violent streams of energy swept in every direction.
When the dust had begun to settle, the crowd watched in horror as the giant Seven Kill Sword formed by Sword Douluo Chen Xin was sent skidding back more than a dozen meters, gouging deep furrows into the ground.
The two purple-gold slashes slowly faded from the air after the Seven Kill Sword had resisted them with all its might.
Chen Xin dispelled his Martial Soul Avatar and landed on the ground. His face was slightly pale, and the hand holding his sword trembled almost imperceptibly.
He snapped his head up and stared sharply toward the direction from which the attack had come.
A figure had appeared in midair at some point—a woman of regal elegance, radiating boundless majesty and a cold killing intent.
Her gorgeous purple papal robes fluttered despite the lack of wind. Her breathtaking face was utterly expressionless, and her deep eyes looked down upon the people below.
"The Pope! Bibi Dong!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were overcome with joy and reverence. They hurriedly struggled to their feet, then dropped to one knee and cried out in unison to the figure in the sky:
"We pay our respects to Your Holiness the Pope!"
Bibi Dong paid no attention to the two Douluo. Her gaze first swept coldly over Sword Douluo Chen Xin, whose expression was grave, and Ning Fengzhi beside him, whose face was equally stern.
Then nine dazzling Soul Rings appeared slowly beneath her feet: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. They pulsed with power.
The last one in particular—a red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, radiating terrifying waves of energy—hung in the sky like a blood-red sun. It instantly drew everyone's gaze, pressing down on them with a suffocating weight!
"That's... Mom's Soul Ring!"
In the Shrek ranks, Xiao Wu, protected by Flender and the others, stared at the red Soul Ring, her body trembling violently.
Her pink eyes brimmed with tears. She clenched her teeth and whispered, her voice filled with bone-deep hatred and grief. Only Tang San beside her could hear her.
Tang San froze, then clasped Xiao Wu's icy hand tightly. His face turned ashen, his eyes filled with anger and helplessness.
He had known for a long time that Xiao Wu was a Hundred Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Of course he knew what that Soul Ring meant.
"Sect Master Ning."
Bibi Dong's cool voice rang out again, her gaze settling on Ning Fengzhi as she spoke in an even tone.
"I hope you'll remember your place. For the son of a Clear Sky Sect renegade, are you really willing to make the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect an enemy of Spirit Hall? Can you afford the price?"
At almost the same time, Chen Xin's voice rang in Ning Fengzhi's ear, resolute:
"Fengzhi, make your decision. With the support of your Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, I may not be able to defeat this woman, but I might still be able to fight her! Whatever you choose, I'll stand with you today!"
Ning Fengzhi drew a deep breath. An unprecedented resolve appeared on his refined face. He stepped forward, meeting Bibi Dong's icy gaze without fear, his steady voice echoing through the silent canyon:
"Your Holiness the Pope, Tang San is indebted to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and he has also helped my daughter, Rongrong. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will protect him today!"
"Good. Very good."
Bibi Dong's lips curved into a cold, mocking smile.
"It's been far too long since I last acted personally. Long enough that even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dares to slight the authority of Spirit Hall."
The red Soul Ring on Bibi Dong's body flickered. Terrifying pressure spread like a rising tide, almost forcing the weaker Soul Masters to their knees.
Bibi Dong shifted her gaze, looking past the people of Shrek and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect toward the other side.
"Besides Tang San, there's you!"
Bibi Dong's voice carried a note of scrutiny and command.
"Yang Teng of Skywater Academy, I'm... very curious about you."
She raised one slender, pale hand and made a loose grasp toward Yang Teng.
"Come here!"
An irresistible force of suction enveloped Yang Teng! He had no time to react before his body was lifted off the ground and dragged straight into the air in front of the Shrek ranks.
Yang Teng hung suspended, bound by an invisible force.
Looking down at him, Bibi Dong scrutinized the youth who, according to the reports, had become the talk of the world despite being only a Soul Ancestor.
He did look young, but there seemed to be nothing particularly special about him.
And yet, Bibi Dong couldn't help hearing again the words of warning and apprehension that the Rakshasa God had spoken earlier...
"You seem..."
Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, her violet eyes filled with scrutiny and a trace of confusion she could barely conceal.
"There's nothing special about you."
Suspended in the air, Yang Teng showed no fear or anger. Instead, the corners of his mouth lifted into a challenging smile.
"You crazy woman."
"Never mind today—do you even dare to really do anything to me?"
"Believe it or not, all I have to do is think the word... and you're dead!"
Bibi Dong paused, then asked through her thoughts as well, "Why wouldn't I dare? Why would I die if you simply willed it?"
The next moment, Bibi Dong's expression froze. She couldn't believe her ears.
"The Rakshasa God's inheritor is right here, so what are you still testing me for?!"
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