Don't Think Having a Rakshasa God Trial Makes You Invincible

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

A full eight Spirit Rings rose and fell rhythmically around her.

Especially the final four pitch-black Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings, which radiated a suffocatingly powerful pressure.

Level ninety! A Quasi-Titled Douluo!

Bibi Dong looked down at Ronan, her eyes filled with arrogance and disdain.

Before coming here, she had already thoroughly investigated Ronan's background through Spirit Hall's intelligence network.

A few months ago, when Ronan had publicly beaten Yu Xiaogang in Heaven Dou City, he had also casually taught Yu Xiaolie of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan a lesson.

That Yu Xiaolie was a level seventy-three Soul Saint, yet Ronan had handled him with ease.

Based on that, Bibi Dong concluded that Ronan's strength was, at most, that of an eighty-something-level Soul Douluo.

As for herself, although she was currently only level ninety and had yet to hunt her ninth Spirit Ring, she was an unparalleled genius with Twin Martial Souls!

Her first Martial Soul, the Death Spider Emperor, was one of the most powerful poison-type beast Martial Souls on the Douluo Continent.

With such a top-tier Martial Soul and the immense Soul Power of level ninety, Bibi Dong had absolute confidence!

Even if she encountered weaker Titled Douluo, such as Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, who was famous for using poison, she could easily defeat them!

Dealing with a mere Soul Douluo-level Ronan and venting her beloved Xiao Gang's anger—

In Bibi Dong's eyes, it was like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken. More than enough!

"Ronan, kneel and repent to Xiao Gang now, and I might leave you an intact corpse."

"Otherwise, I'll let you experience the agony of ten thousand poisons devouring your heart!"

Bibi Dong spoke coldly as her eight sharp spider legs scraped across the ground with a piercing screech.

Yet faced with Bibi Dong's menacing threat,

Ronan merely looked at her as if she were an idiot, an exceedingly mocking sneer curling across his lips.

"That's it?"

Ronan shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"I thought the new Pope of Spirit Hall had some great confidence, daring to come alone and block my path."

"So in the end, you're relying on nothing more than your measly level ninety cultivation and these lousy spider legs?"

"You're courting death!"

Ronan's contemptuous attitude completely enraged Bibi Dong. With an angry roar, the sixth black Spirit Ring on her body suddenly lit up.

"Sixth Spirit Skill, Vampire Spider Thorn!"

In an instant, hundreds upon thousands of sharp spider thorns glittering with eerie green poisonous light—

shot out from Bibi Dong like a torrential storm, blotting out the sky as they descended upon Ronan.

Every thorn contained a lethal poison that killed upon drawing blood, corroding even the air with hissing sounds.

"Such a petty trick, and you dare show off before an expert?"

Ronan snorted, and his gaze instantly turned incomparably sharp.

"Boom—!!!"

Dazzling sacred golden light erupted from Ronan's body!

A Five-Clawed Golden Dragon over fifty meters long, covered from head to tail in dragon scales that looked as though they had been cast from gold—

coiled above Ronan's head amid a soaring dragon roar that pierced the heavens!

Sacred, radiant, majestic, inviolable!

The Golden Sacred Dragon's pure ultimate light attribute was practically the natural nemesis of Bibi Dong's Death Spider Emperor.

The poison thorns raining down from all directions were like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun the instant they touched the sacred golden light radiating from the Golden Sacred Dragon.

Before they could even touch the corner of Ronan's clothes, they were purified into nothingness in midair!

But that was not what terrified Bibi Dong most.

What truly made her soul tremble were the Spirit Rings slowly rising beneath Ronan's feet!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red!

Nine Spirit Rings!

A Titled Douluo!

And two red Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!

Bibi Dong felt as though she had been struck by lightning, her mind going completely blank!

"H-How is this possible?!"

Bibi Dong cried out in shock, her voice filled with unprecedented terror and disbelief.

Level ninety-four! Two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!

How could this possibly be Ronan, who intelligence reports said only possessed the strength of a Soul Douluo?!

With such a terrifying Spirit Ring configuration and such despair-inducing pressure, even her deceased master Qian Xunji could never possibly have possessed them!

"Surprised? The real surprise is yet to come."

Ronan gave Bibi Dong no chance to catch her breath.

He could not even be bothered to use a Spirit Skill. He simply raised his right hand and viciously slapped downward at Bibi Dong from afar.

"Bang—!!!"

The Golden Sacred Dragon in midair also extended an enormous golden dragon claw.

Carrying terrifying force capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas, it slammed viciously into Bibi Dong's massive spider body.

"Pfft!"

Bibi Dong only felt an irresistible, destructive force crash violently into her body.

The shell of her Death Spider Emperor, which she had always been so proud of, was as fragile as paper before the Golden Sacred Dragon's claw.

It was instantly covered in countless cracks.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, her massive body flying backward like a cannonball fired from its barrel.

She crashed viciously into a small hill hundreds of meters away, collapsing the entire hill and sending dust soaring into the sky.

Just one strike!

The level ninety Quasi-Titled Douluo Bibi Dong did not even have room to retaliate before Ronan easily and brutally suppressed her!

"Cough, cough... cough..."

Amid the ruins, Bibi Dong struggled to rise.

She had already dismissed her Martial Soul Avatar and returned to human form.

But at this moment, she no longer possessed the lofty bearing of the Pope she had displayed before.

Her dark purple gown was tattered beyond recognition, her beautiful face smeared with dirt and blood, her hair disheveled as she looked utterly miserable.

She stared fixedly at Ronan as he walked toward her step by step, her eyes full of fear, humiliation, and unwillingness.

"You... what kind of monster are you..." Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and asked in a trembling voice.

Ronan stopped before Bibi Dong and looked down at her from above. There was not the slightest hint of pity in his eyes, only deep mockery.

"A monster? No, I'm just an ordinary soul master. You're simply too weak—pathetically weak."

Ronan sneered and mocked her without mercy.

"With strength like yours, you dared to come block my path?"

"Let me tell you, I could take on a hundred people like you by myself!"

"Don't think that having a Rakshasa God Trial on you makes you so impressive, like you're invincible beneath the heavens."

"In my eyes, you're nothing special!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Bibi Dong reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Her entire body jolted violently. She suddenly raised her head and stared at Ronan, her eyes filled with ghostly horror.

"You... how did you know?!"

The Rakshasa God Trial!

Aside from herself, there absolutely could not be a second person on the entire Douluo Continent who knew this secret!

Yet now, Ronan had exposed the secret that she possessed the Rakshasa God Trial in a single breath!

How had he discovered it?!