Qian Daochen Strikes, Suppressing Her with a Flick of His Finger

Bibi Dong gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and stood before the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor.

The purplish-black Divine Mark spread along her arm.

Her eyes were also covered by a layer of purple light.

"Qian Daochen."

"Today, I will let you know."

"Mortals without Godhood can never contend with true divine power."

Qian Daochen looked at her.

You're not even a god.

Bibi Dong's expression changed.

Qian Daochen raised his right hand.

The God-Punishing Divine Sword fell into his palm.

The sound of swords echoed throughout the Spirit City.

"Demigod dares to claim true divine power."

"Bibi Dong, you overestimate yourself."

Bibi Dong raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

"Then let me see what makes you think you can withstand this attack!"

A purplish-black divine power surged into the sky.

The divine runes on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe Divine Mark all lit up.

A colossal phantom of Rakshasa Phantom from behind Bibi Dong, also wielding a jet-black Demon Scythe.

Demigod's aura enveloped the sky.

Beyond the golden Heavenly Screen, all the comments instantly erupted.

"Demigod!"

"Bibi Dong has truly stepped into the Demigod realm!"

"That scythe is the Rakshasa Demon Scythe!"

"A legendary divine Divine Artifact!"

"Qian Daochen just received the Supreme Ranking reward, can he really stop it?"

"The battle is about to begin!"

Bibi Dong took a step forward.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe slashed forward.

A purplish-black sickle-shaped beam of light swept across the sky, cleaving through the space in its path.

Qian Daochen stood still.

He did not back down.

He simply raised the God-Punishing Divine Sword, its blade pointing forward.

The two weapons have not yet clashed.

The Sword Intent and divine power had already met in mid-air.

Golden sword light tore through the purplish-black light curtain.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.

Qian Daochen looked at the approaching Rakshasa Demon Scythe and calmly spoke:

"Your Divine Artifact cannot withstand my sword."

The golden sword light pierced through the purplish-black light curtain, intercepting the oncoming scythe-like light in mid-air.

The two forces collided, and tiny specks of light fell to the ground.

Bibi Dong raised her wrist, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe retracted accordingly.

She glanced at the sickle.

The Divine Mark on it were intact, and the purplish-black luster still flowed along the edge of the blade.

"Can't stop your sword?"

"Qian Daochen, you're speaking too soon."

Qian Daochen did not pursue.

He stood still, the God-Punishing Divine Sword hanging at his side, its tip still untouched by a speck of dust.

The onlookers around them watched the two of them intently, none of them looking away.

That collision just now was merely a test.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe has not yet revealed its full power.

Qian Daochen also did not actually draw his sword.

Next comes the decisive battle!

In front of the high platform.

Ning Fengzhi his hand to hold onto the railing, his gaze falling on the White Clothes Figure.

"Number one on the Supreme Ranking..."

"Today, I can finally see it with my own eyes."

Chen Xin did not respond.

He looked at Qian Daochen's right hand holding the sword, and even his breathing slowed down a bit.

The Heavenly Screen once displayed Qian Daochen's swordsmanship.

Viewing it through a screen is ultimately different from standing here in person.

Just as that sword light swept past, his Seven Killing Sword had already retracted its sword energy on its own.

Even when he activated his Soul Power, he couldn't restore his Martial Soul to its former glory.

On the field.

Bibi Dong gripped the scythe handle, and the purplish-black light beneath her feet gradually returned.

"I know you slew the Blood God."

"But if you see me as that sinner who only devours living beings, then you are mistaken."

She raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The Divine Mark on the scythe lit up one after another, and an even more concentrated divine power surged out from within the Demon Scythe.

The pebbles on the ground had just risen to the surface when they were crushed into powder by divine power.

"The boost that Divine Artifact provide to one's strength far exceeds the imagination of ordinary Soul Master."

"Even Qian Daoliu can't catch it, and you might not be able to either!"

Qian Daoliu stood outside the arena and glanced at the wound on his chest.

The Rakshasa Divine Power still lingered around the wound, hindering the Angel Soul Power from repairing the flesh and blood.

He frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Qian Renxue was beside her, took half a step forward.

Her gaze shifted from the wound to the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, her fingers pressing against the side of her skirt.

"Grandpa, don't let the sickle get close."

"That's Divine Artifact; the wound will retain the Rakshasa Divine Power."

Qian Daochen turned his head and glanced at her.

"I know."

Qian Renxue was still gazing at the Demon Scythe.

She had clearly seen the scene of Qian Daoliu's protective Soul Power being cut open.

The golden barrier had reached its maximum strength.

When the scythe fell, the barrier didn't even last a moment.

She believed in Qian Daochen's strength, but faced with such a weapon, she still hoped he would be more cautious.

Bibi Dong heard Qian Renxue's reminder and a cold smile appeared on her face.

"Now that you know this is Divine Artifact, unleash your full power."

"Otherwise, if this battle ends too quickly, your position as the number one on the Supreme Ranking will be rather disappointing."

Qian Daochen looked at the Demon Scythe in her hand.

"You haven't used your full strength yet?"

Of course not.

Bibi Dong took a step forward.

The nine Soul Ring beneath her feet Time Stop, and the outermost black Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

A layer of golden luster slowly emanated from within the Soul Ring.

The blackness faded.

Golden light spreads!

The Soul Ring passed over the other eight rings, hovering behind Bibi Dong, reflecting the enormous Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor in gold and purple hues.

Outside the arena, Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly looked up.

"This Soul Ring..."

As the Subduing Demon Douluo gazed at the circle of golden light, his fingers tightened suddenly around the Coiling Dragon Staff.

"Why is it gold?"

Bibi Dong ignored them.

She raised her left hand, her fingertips tracing a line across the Golden Soul Ring.

The Soul Ring rotated, revealing fine lines on its surface.

"Million-Year Soul Ring."

"This is the power I gained after absorbing the rewards from the Heavenly Screen."

Exclamations erupted from the surrounding high platforms.

"Millions of years?"

"Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is enough to greatly increase the strength of Titled Douluo, but she actually possesses Million-Year Soul Ring!"

"Did she still hold back this trick when she fought the Great Enshrined just now?"

Several sect elders who were originally seated stood up one after another.

Million-Year Soul Ring!

Many people have never even seen Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring in person, let alone such a legendary age.

Now, that Golden Soul Ring hangs behind Bibi Dong.

The sheer amount of Soul Power it emitted was enough to force nearby ordinary Soul Master to continue retreating.

Gu Rong raised her hand and erected a barrier in front of the platform.

The purple light that was originally blocked inside the arena has now crossed the ground and spread towards the stands.

No wonder she dared to accept this challenge.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the Golden Soul Ring with an increasingly serious expression.

"Her previous defeat of the Great Enshrined wasn't even her limit."

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Bibi Dong gripped the Demon Scythe scythe even more firmly.

The enhancement brought by Million-Year Soul Ring goes far beyond the increase in Soul Power.

Her physique, her ability to withstand the Rakshasa Divine Power, and even her Martial Soul itself, all underwent a transformation under this reward.

She hasn't taken the final step yet.

Even among Demigod, there are differences in strength!

"Qian Daochen."

"You think the person standing before you is just an ordinary Demigod who relies on Divine Artifact?"

She raised her eyes, Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor behind her suddenly moved to the left.

A ball of deep purple light unfolded on the other side.

Spider legs pierced the light barrier.

A Spider Emperor, even more massive in size, slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Death Spider Emperor!

Two Spider Emperor stood on either side of Bibi Dong behind her.

The Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor opened its mouth, and the surrounding wandering Soul Power was absorbed into its body.

The Death Spider Emperor raised its forelimbs, and deep purple patterns lit up along its carapace, connecting one by one with the Divine Mark on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The two Martial Soul auras did not repel each other.

Under the illumination of that Million-Year Soul Ring, they all converged on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe at the same time!

Qian Daoliu gripped the scepter tightly in his hand.

"Dual Martial Soul manifest simultaneously."

"She withstood the power of two Martial Soul with the help of Million-Year Soul Ring."

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked towards the arena, the ease on his face gone.

When Bibi Dong defeated Qian Daoliu, she only used the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor.

Now, the Death Spider Emperor has also appeared.

The two forces merged under the pull of the Rakshasa Divine Power, and the pressure emanating from her continued to rise!

In the center of the field.

The ground cracked one after another.

A crack spread out from Bibi Dong's feet, reaching three zhang in front of Qian Daochen.

The purplish-black light surged along the crack, but stopped on its own when it approached the White Clothes.

Qian Daochen was still standing there.

His robes swayed gently, but his hand holding the sword remained unchanged.

Bibi Dong stared at his expression.

She had hoped to see surprise on that face.

Even a slight frown was enough to show that his power made the man wary.

After examining the two Spider Emperor, Qian Daochen simply nodded.

"Twin Martial Souls, Million-Year Soul Ring."

"Is this your source of confidence?"

Bibi Dong's smile vanished.

"Isn't that enough?"

You can give it a try.

Qian Daochen raised his right hand.

All eyes immediately fell on the God-Punishing Divine Sword.

Chen Xin subconsciously took a step forward.

But the next moment, the long sword left Qian Daochen's palm and hovered beside him again.

He actually loosened his grip on the sword hilt!

Bibi Dong watched this scene, her knuckles gradually turning white.

"What do you mean?"

Qian Daochen descended from his right hand.

"Didn't you want me to take this hit?"

"Make your move."

Bibi Dong's chest heaved, and the purple light on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe suddenly surged.

She has already displayed Million-Year Soul Ring.

The Twin Martial Souls have also been released simultaneously.

Qian Daochen didn't even bother to grasp his sword!

"Good!"

"I'd like to see how you catch my God-Level Soul Skill empty-handed!"

God-Level Soul Skill!

As soon as these four words were spoken, the discussion on the platform Time Stop.

Ning Fengzhi suddenly looked at her.

"She has actually mastered God-Level Soul Skill?"

Chen Xin raised his hand, and the Seven Killing Sword finally condensed in his palm.

He stopped looking at Bibi Dong's Soul Ring and instead held his sword horizontally in front of the platform.

"Protect the people behind you."

Gu Rong immediately raised her arms.

A bone barrier rose from the edge of the platform, shielding several disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind them.

In the arena, Bibi Dong gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe with both hands.

The Million-Year Soul Ring suddenly contracted and landed on the scythe handle.

Both Spider Emperor raised their forelimbs simultaneously.

Strands of Soul Power were drawn from their bodies and poured into the Rakshasa Phantom behind Bibi Dong.

The illusory figure slowly straightened up.

Its jet-black Demon Scythe rose in sync with Bibi Dong's movement.

The purple light in the sky converged towards the scythe.

The originally wide light barrier grew thinner and thinner, eventually condensing into a purplish-black blade of light tens of feet long.

Before the blade could even strike, a narrow rift opened up in the space in front of them.

Qian Renxue's six wings suddenly unfolded.

She stared at the crack, and before she could take a step, Qian Daoliu raised his hand to stop her.

"Stand here."

"My brother hasn't moved yet."

Qian Renxue looked towards the arena.

Qian Daochen's feet did not move.

He even glanced up at the Rakshasa Phantom before turning his gaze back to Bibi Dong.

This reaction made Bibi Dong unwilling to wait any longer.

She raised the Demon Scythe high above her head, channeling all her divine power into her arms.

"God-Level Soul Skill!"

"Rakshasa Space-Rending Slash!"

The Demon Scythe falls!

A purplish-black blade of light slashed down from the sky to the ground, and spatial rifts followed it.

The stone layer in front of Bibi Dong was directly lifted up.

Before the pebbles could even fly, they were reduced to dust on either side of the blade's edge.

The phantom of the Rakshasa Phantom swung its scythe simultaneously, pressing all the power gathered by the two Spider Emperor into this single attack!

In front of the spectator stands, the bone shield erected by the Gu Rong rang out with a series of crisp sounds.

The strike had not yet reached the high platform.

The sheer outward force caused cracks to appear in the defenses set up by Bone Douluo!

"Step back!"

Ning Fengzhi raised the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and several beams of auxiliary light simultaneously fell on Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

The surrounding Soul Master retreated to the back of the platform.

An elder from a sect leaned against the railing, gazing at the blade of light that sliced through the sky, forgetting even to activate his Martial Soul.

"This is God-Level Soul Skill?"

"Demigod's body, yet he can wield power to this extent!"

Outside the arena, Chrysanthemum Douluo raised his arm to protect his face.

His sleeves had already been torn open by the dissipating energy.

Ghost Douluo stood beside him, his gaze fixed on Qian Daochen.

This attack was even stronger than the scythe-like aura that had just defeated Qian Daoliu!

But the White Clothes Figure still did not draw his sword.

The blade's edge drew ever closer.

The ground in front of Qian Daochen had collapsed.

A purplish-black light shone on his clothes, clearly illuminating his cuffs.

Bibi Dong stared intently at him.

She needed to see clearly how he would respond to that attack!

God-Punishing Divine Sword?

Super God Rank Soul Bone?

Or is it that World Tree that can form its own world?

The next moment.

Qian Daochen raised his right hand.

He did not hold a sword.

Nor did it summon the World Tree.

The hand emerged from the sleeve, index finger extended, pointing forward to meet the incoming purplish-black blade of light.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.

He used only one finger!

Fingertips touched the blade.

A tiny golden light shone at the point of contact.

The purplish-black blade of light that stretched across the sky suddenly stopped!

Bibi Dong pressed her arms down.

The divine runes on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe Divine Mark all lit up.

But the blade of light could no longer move forward even half an inch.

Qian Daochen's finger stopped in front of him.

The golden light spread along the blade's edge, transforming into a thin golden thread.

Click!

The blade split open at its center.

Bibi Dong could retract her Demon Scythe, the golden thread had already pierced through the entire blade of light.

The purplish-black light broke off in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, a second crack, and a third crack, appeared, covering the attack that was tens of feet long.

Qian Daochen extended half an inch forward from his fingertips.

The entire Rakshasa Space-Rending Slash shattered in mid-air!

Countless purplish-black light fragments scattered, only to be pierced one by one by that ray of golden light, and then vanished before everyone's eyes.

The spaces that had opened up along the way slowly closed.

The divine power that had been pressing down on the spectator stands dissipated completely at that moment.

Qian Daochen withdrew his right hand.

His cuffs were intact.

There wasn't even a scratch on his fingertips.

On the high platform, Ning Fengzhi held up the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, forgetting to retract his auxiliary Soul Skill.

Gu Rong's arms remained braced in front of him, but his eyes looked past the bone shield and were fixed on Qian Daochen's right hand.

Chen Xin's hand, which was gripping the sword, stopped.

He saw that glimmer of gold.

That was Sword Intent.

But he couldn't even see clearly how that Sword Intent cleaved through the God-Level Soul Skill!

Qian Renxue folded half of her wings and stopped behind her.

She looked at Qian Daochen, then at the lingering purple light in the air, her lips slightly parted.

"One finger..."

On the sidelines, Chrysanthemum Douluo slowly lowered his arm.

Ghost Douluo stood beside him, unable to speak for a long time.

Million-Year Soul Ring.

Twin Martial Souls.

Rakshasa God.

Add to that a truly God-Level Soul Skill!

So much power gathered together was shattered by Qian Daochen's single finger!

Bibi Dong still held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The two Spider Emperor behind her had not yet dissipated, but the luster on the scythe had dimmed.

She glanced down at the Divine Artifact in her hand, then looked up at Qian Daochen.

"You..."

"You only used one finger?"