One Man, One Sword Against the Pope: An Unbelievable Martial Soul!

A figure almost identical to Bibi Dong slowly emerged from her body.

Without the slightest hesitation, the figure moved directly in front of Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong herself seized the opening to retreat at once, while her fourth soul ring lit up again.

Purple-black armor resembling an insect's shell covered her entire body, shielding her from the attack to come.

She completed the entire sequence in the blink of an eye. This woman was an absolute genius, whether in cultivation or combat.

No sooner had she finished than the colossal sword of ice and fire—Flame-Ice Slash—reached her and struck the clone she had just created.

Terrifying red and blue light and the profound power of yin and yang swallowed everything in the area. The entire Holy Light Isolation Formation shook violently. The commander of the Angel Legion activated all nine soul rings and used Martial Soul Possession, barely managing to contain the upheaval.

Before the Papal Palace, the wreckage, webs, and shattered stone strewn across the ground became a ruin of interwoven ice and fire beneath that single strike.

The clone shielding Bibi Dong broke apart in the sword's radiance.

Before the shock wave had even faded, Bibi Dong used that brief opening to escape the reach of Qian Juechen's sword attacks.

By now, she had a rough grasp of his techniques. He was strongest within the Sword Domain he created.

It resembled an Innate Domain. Within a certain range around him, the Sword Case on his back seemed to form an impenetrable net of swords.

Anyone caught in that net faced his relentless attacks, most of them so strange and unpredictable that they were nearly impossible to guard against.

Bibi Dong landed several hundred meters away. Large cracks had appeared in her purple-black armor under the force of the shock wave. Her chest tightened, and she could not stop herself from coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The Spider Empress Clone had cost her a great deal of Soul Power. She looked up and fixed her eyes on Qian Juechen in the distance, apparently searching for a way to counter him.

Qian Juechen stood in midair, his chest rising and falling. He panted amid the lingering waves of ice and fire as the greatsword in his hand slowly dissipated. The seven Elemental Swords returned to their places around him, arranged from left to right in the order of his soul rings.

Clearly, that immensely powerful strike had taken its toll on him too.

He had only eight rings. Against Bibi Dong, who had nine rings and Twin Martial Souls, he was plainly at a disadvantage in Soul Power reserves.

He could only use such overwhelming force to end the fight quickly. If it dragged on, the advantage he had fought so hard to gain might be overturned by this woman. And even now, neither of them had played their ultimate trump card.

Bibi Dong carried the Rakshasa God's inheritance. She must have gained something from the Rakshasa God, so the next clash would be less a battle between the two of them than a collision between gods.

But so what if you carry the Rakshasa God's inheritance?

I have seven Elemental Gods behind me. If they truly fought, even those God Kings would have to think twice about whether they were up to it—let alone a little Rakshasa.

In midair, before the enormous angel statue, the elders watching the battle remained silent.

They had come to prevent any mishap. In their eyes, no matter how gifted or powerful Qian Juechen was, an eight-ring Soul Douluo facing Bibi Dong and her Twin Martial Souls had been badly outmatched from the start.

However exceptional his talent and unusual his Martial Soul, the gap in Soul Power between a Soul Douluo and a Super Douluo could not be ignored. Bibi Dong also had years of combat experience and had even survived Slaughter City.

Many of them were ready to intervene at any moment. If anything went wrong and Qian Juechen proved unable to defeat Bibi Dong, they would act from the shadows to help him win.

Bibi Dong would lose the Pope's Position today regardless. Even if Qian Daoliu still had something to say about it, his old comrades would not agree.

Every word Qian Juechen had spoken in the Worship Hall had struck home. If they continued to waver and show mercy, this madwoman would destroy Spirit Hall—and their own concessions would help her do it.

Yet events had taken an unexpected turn.

They found that they might not need to intervene at all. Qian Juechen had surprised them once again.

Golden Crocodile watched everything below with his aged, clouded eyes. When Qian Juechen and Bibi Dong resumed fighting, he finally spoke to the old comrades beside him.

"You three—the fifth, sixth, and seventh elders."

"All of you have weapon Martial Souls, among the finest on the continent. You're experts on the subject. Have you ever seen one as outrageous as this?"

The elders exchanged glances. Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, and Guang Ling shook their heads almost in unison.

"No."

"Never even heard of one."

Golden Crocodile had long since reached the same answer, but he still could not quite believe it. He could not bring himself to ask what was on his mind.

His gaze returned to the seven Elemental Swords Qian Juechen wielded so effortlessly, in his hand and around him, each like a divine weapon.

During the battle, many of the elders had imagined themselves in Bibi Dong's place.

How would they fight Qian Juechen when he went all out?

Meeting him head-on probably would not work.

They were all Super Douluo and had complete confidence in their fighting ability. Yet judging by the power Qian Juechen's swords had displayed, it was hard to say who would win a direct clash.

Then perhaps they could keep their distance and wear him down.

That seemed unlikely too. His wind and light swords could pressure them from afar, negating the advantage of distance. Besides, Guang Ling was the only weapon Martial Soul wielder among them suited to a battle of attrition at range.

And that was not even the worst of it. The real problem was the strange Void Sword within Qian Juechen's Sword Domain. That blade could cross space itself. How were they supposed to defend against it?

Even Golden Crocodile Douluo, renowned across the continent, could not guarantee he would notice that sword suddenly striking through space in the middle of a fight. His reflexes might not be much faster than Bibi Dong's.

"Among the continent's weapon Martial Souls, the Clear Sky Hammer, Seven Killing Sword, and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda of the Upper Three Sects each have their own strengths. Their reputations are well deserved. But beside Qian Juechen's Elemental Sword Casket today, they all seem to lose a little of their shine."

"This is far more than a Sword Case holding seven swords. Each sword seems to have its own complete fighting style, as though it were an independent sword Martial Soul—and each possesses extraordinary elemental power."

"He's mastered all seven fighting styles himself. To some extent, he can even combine them and condense them into one. His true explosive power is already no weaker than a Super Douluo's. All he lacks are the Soul Power reserves and that final soul ring. No wonder he dared to draw his sword against the Pope."