Bibi Dong, This Madwoman

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"Holy crap! Look at what's in the sky?!"

A cry of astonishment shattered the clamor of the canyon battlefield. Yang Teng, who was observing the situation amidst the chaos, subconsciously looked up at the sound.

He saw a sharp, pale blue light streaking in from the distant horizon at an unimaginable speed!

Carrying an unstoppable, all-severing sharp sword intent, its target was the gold-black light emitting a powerful aura of confinement in the center of the canyon.

It was the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, "Polarity Stasis Domain," that Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were attempting to cast!

"This is... Sword Douluo Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Yang Teng's eyes narrowed as he immediately recognized the newcomer's identity.

From the direction of Shrek Academy, a gentle and peaceful seven-colored precious light soared into the sky, precisely connecting to the incoming pale blue sword light.

The light was the auxiliary radiance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda! Under the full support of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's speed and momentum surged once again!

"Martial Soul True Body! Seven Kill Sword, go!"

A cold and arrogant shout rang through the canyon.

The pale blue light suddenly expanded, transforming into a massive phantom of the Seven Kill Sword that spanned the sky. With a resolute will to sever everything, it struck down ferociously!

BOOM!!!

A heaven-shaking roar accompanied a violent tremor in space!

The gold and black lights flickered and twisted violently before finally dissipating, revealing the figures of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who appeared somewhat disheveled and unstable.

Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth; clearly, he had suffered some backlash when the fusion was interrupted.

"Sword Dao Chen Xin!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was both shocked and furious. He stared fixedly at the gray-clothed man who had slowly landed and revealed his form, his voice shrill.

"If your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect insists on interfering today and making an enemy of my Spirit Hall, I will surely make you pay a painful price in the future!"

Chen Xin's figure was like a sword, his expression cold and stern. He did not retract his Martial Soul, and the Seven Kill Sword phantom behind him spat out cold light.

Facing Chrysanthemum Douluo's threat, he merely glanced at him indifferently, his voice calm.

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect awaits you at any time."

"Is that so?"

Just as Chen Xin finished speaking, a cold, feminine voice rang out over the canyon without warning.

The voice reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a chilling sensation that made hearts tremble.

"Eternal Wound!"

Two massive purple-gold slashes composed of destructive energy tore through space, silently crossing toward the newly landed Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"What?!"

Chen Xin's pupils contracted sharply as an unprecedented sense of fatal crisis instantly enveloped his entire body! His combat instincts drove him to push his sword intent to the limit!

"Seven Kill True Body!"

"One Sword Breaks All Laws!"

Chen Xin shouted sharply. The massive Seven Kill Sword phantom behind him instantly solidified, merging with his own body.

The giant sword swung, drawing upon a majestic sword aura as it ferociously met the two purple-gold slashes!

RUMBLE!!!

A collision even more terrifying than the last erupted! Blinding light and violent energy turbulence swept in all directions.

As the dust settled slightly, everyone was horrified to see that the Seven Kill giant sword formed by Sword Douluo Chen Xin had been pushed back over ten meters, plowing deep trenches into the ground.

Meanwhile, the two purple-gold slashes slowly dissipated in the air under the full resistance of the Seven Kill Sword.

Chen Xin deactivated his Martial Soul True Body and landed back on the ground. His face was slightly pale, and the hand holding his sword trembled imperceptibly.

He looked up abruptly, his sharp gaze fixed on the direction from which the attack had come.

In mid-air, a graceful, luxurious figure exuding boundless majesty and cold killing intent had appeared at some point.

Her magnificent purple Pope's robe fluttered without wind. There was no expression on her beautiful face, only those deep eyes looking down from above.

"Pope! Bibi Dong!"

Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's faces were filled with ecstasy and awe. They struggled to stand straight, knelt on one knee toward the figure in the sky, and shouted in unison with utmost respect:

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Bibi Dong ignored the two of them. Her gaze first swept coldly over the solemn-faced Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi, who stood beside him with a grave expression.

Then, nine dazzling spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—slowly emerged and pulsed beneath her feet.

Especially that last one, the red hundred-thousand-year spirit ring emitting a terrifying energy fluctuation, was like a bloody sun in the sky. It instantly drew everyone's gaze, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression!

"That is... Mother's spirit ring!"

Within the Shrek camp, Xiao Wu, who was shielded by Flander and the others, trembled violently as she gazed at that red spirit ring.

Her beautiful pink eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she bit her lip hard, whispering in a voice filled with bone-deep hatred and sorrow that only Tang San, standing beside her, could hear.

Tang San's mind went blank, then he gripped Xiao Wu's icy hand tightly, his face turning ashen with a mixture of rage and helplessness.

He had long known that Xiao Wu was a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, and naturally, he understood what that spirit ring signified.

"Sect Master Ning."

Bibi Dong's cold voice rang out once more, her gaze falling upon Ning Fengzhi with a flat tone.

"I hope you know your place. For the sake of the son of a Clear Sky Sect outcast, are you willing to make the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect an enemy of my Spirit Hall? Can you afford that price?"

Chen Xin's voice transmission reached Ning Fengzhi's ears almost simultaneously, carrying a note of resolve:

"Fengzhi, make your decision. With the support of your Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, while I may not necessarily win, I am not without the strength to fight this woman! Whatever you choose, this old man stands with you today!"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, an unprecedented firmness appearing on his scholarly face. He stepped forward, meeting Bibi Dong's icy gaze without a hint of fear, his voice steady as it echoed through the silent canyon:

"Your Holiness the Pope, young friend Tang San has done a great service to my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and even more so to my daughter Rongrong. Today, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will protect him, no matter what!"

"Good, very good."

A cold, mocking curve tugged at the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth.

"It has been too long since I took action personally, to the point that even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dares to treat the majesty of Spirit Hall with such contempt."

The red spirit ring on Bibi Dong's body flickered slightly, and a terrifying pressure spread out like a tidal wave, nearly forcing the weaker spirit masters to their knees.

Bibi Dong's gaze shifted, passing over the members of Shrek and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and landed on the other side.

"Besides Tang San, there is also you!"

Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of inquiry and command.

"Yang Teng of Tianshui Academy, This Seat is... quite curious about you."

She raised a fair, slender hand and made a hollow grasping motion toward Yang Teng's direction.

"Come here!"

An irresistible, massive suction force instantly enveloped Yang Teng! He didn't even have time to react before his body was pulled uncontrollably from the ground, dragged straight through the air to the front of the Shrek camp.

Yang Teng was restrained by an invisible force, suspended in mid-air.

Bibi Dong looked down from above, carefully scrutinizing the youth who had been described in intelligence reports as miraculous, a Spirit Ancestor who had stirred up such chaos.

He certainly looked young, yet there seemed to be nothing particularly special about him.

However, in the depths of Bibi Dong's mind, the words of the Rakshasa God, filled with wariness and warning, could not help but echo once more...

"You seem!"

Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, her purple eyes filled with scrutiny and a trace of imperceptible confusion.

"To be nothing special after all."

Suspended in mid-air, Yang Teng did not show fear or anger at these words; instead, the corners of his mouth curled upward into a provocative arc.

"You crazy woman."

"Not to mention today, do you even dare to truly do anything to me?"

"Believe it or not, as long as I set my mind to it... you will surely die!"

Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, and she replied with her own inner voice: "Why wouldn't I dare? And why would I die just because you set your mind to it?"

The next moment, Bibi Dong's expression froze; she could not believe her own ears.

"The successor of the Rakshasa God, what is the point of still testing me here!"