Bibi Dong gave a cold laugh and released both her Martial Souls, the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, at once.
The pressure of a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo bore down in every direction like a physical force.
The air across Clear Sky Peak seemed to congeal into transparent jelly. Clear Sky Sect disciples with lower cultivation were forced to their knees,
unable even to keep a firm grip on their Clear Sky Hammers.
The dark red Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand gleamed strangely amid the blood mist. The Rakshasa Divine Power coursing over its blade collided with the Asura Killing Intent of the Asura Demon Sword overhead.
A visible shock wave burst from the point of impact, tearing a hole several miles wide through the clouds above Clear Sky Peak.
The entire peak shook violently. Cracks spread across its rocky slopes, and stones pattered down like rain.
"Tang Chen, you finally came. Today we'll see which is sharper: your Asura Demon Sword or my Rakshasa Demon Scythe."
Bibi Dong's voice was cold and confident. Her Purple Gold Papal Robe snapped in the Astral Gale, and her eyes blazed with a will to challenge the world.
She slowly raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and pointed its blade at Tang Chen. Her voice hardened with resolve:
"But after this battle, the Clear Sky Sect will be erased from the Douluo Continent!"
"Heh. You must be dreaming."
Tang Chen stood before the blood-red rift with his hands behind his back. His white hair whipped through the blood mist, the nine Soul Rings beneath his feet pulsed with dark red Asura Bloodlight, and the Asura Demon Sword in his hand radiated a terrifying killing intent that seemed to change the color of heaven and earth.
His voice was hoarse