In midair, violet and crimson light collided without cease.
There were no superfluous moves.
Only a clash of laws, a battle to the death.
Wan Cangshan struck out with his palm, and a blood-colored storm swept across the entire Heaven Dou Palace.
Bibi Dong did not retreat.
She raised her scepter toward the heavens, fully unleashing her Death Domain.
Grayish-purple currents surged forth like a tidal wave to meet the blood-colored storm.
The instant the two laws collided, the blood energy began to churn and dissolve violently.
Wan Cangshan's face turned livid.
He desperately maintained the Blood Fiend energy with both hands, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"How can a mere divine thought from some lower-realm native possibly block my Blood Demon Art?!"
"This is no ordinary soul power!"
Bibi Dong stared coldly at the blood-shadow before her.
Her exquisite face was covered in frost.
"A cultivator?"
"You fled here like a stray dog, unable even to preserve your original body, yet you still dare call yourself a cultivator?"
"You survive by sucking the blood essence of mortals. You are beneath even a lowly Spirit Hall steward. A pile of rotten flesh like you dares speak so arrogantly before me?"
Wan Cangshan's sore spot had been struck, and his face twisted.
"Bitch! You court death!"
His hands formed seals rapidly as the vital blood within him burned madly.
A blood-red saber several dozen zhang long condensed in midair, cleaving down with a thick stench of blood.
"Even if it costs me a hundred years of cultivation, I will tear this sliver of divine thought of yours to pieces today!"
Bibi Dong's gaze remained utterly calm.
Two ferocious Soul-Eating Spider Emperor phantoms appeared behind her.
"Soul-Eating Spider Emperor, slash."
Two crescent-shaped blades of sharp light crossed through the air, hurtling toward