"Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!!!"
Ten thousand meters up in the sky, beyond the sight of mortal eyes, the crisp clang of clashing weapons rang out incessantly.
One white and one gray, the two figures parted only to meet again, and met only to part again, like two differently colored comets colliding. Every clash left the air riddled with spatial fissures. Infused with divine power, their destructive force was astonishing. Even Douluo Star's formidable ability to mend its space could not heal those wounds in short order, let alone keep pace with the frequency and speed of their exchanges. Before long, spatial cracks covered the entire sky, a sight that shook the heart.
Pope Bibi Dong's long black hair hung in disarray over her shoulders. The circlet that had bound it was long gone. The gray armor hugging her mature, alluring figure was covered in savage sword marks, each containing astonishing sword intent. Any human Spirit Master with a sword martial soul who observed them would surely gain insights that advanced their strength. They might even break through a bottleneck that had plagued them for years, leaping through the dragon gate like a carp to make a spectacular ascent.
A pallor crept over Pope Bibi Dong's face. She clenched her teeth, her hands trembling faintly around her scythe. At some point, the webs between her thumbs and forefingers had split. Drops of divine blood brimming with powerful vitality slipped free and fell from the sky. Every drop possessed miraculous properties. If a soul beast nearby happened to find and consume one, it would surely purify its bloodline and make great strides in cultivation. It might even awaken its ancestral bloodline and obtain the formidable bloodline power of its ancient forebears.
"Hah! Hah! Hah!"
Her breastplate concealed