Chapter 7

Lan Changsheng swept his right hand, and Blue Silver Grass rapidly intertwined and compressed within it.

An imposing silver-blue spear appeared in his hand.

With a forward thrust of its tip, he split the beam formed by Chrysanthemum Douluo's eighth Soul Skill into four. It did not even brush the hem of Lan Changsheng's clothes.

"Old Ghost, you're fast! I'll hold him off. You go first!" Chrysanthemum Douluo tried to raise his blade and advance again, but Ghost Douluo grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Hold him off? With what? Together, we still have a slight chance of lasting until the Pope comes to save us!"

"Actually, I wanted you to tell the Pope not to come." Chrysanthemum Douluo even lowered his voice, losing its usual effeminate tone.

"The pressure this man gives me is stronger than the Pope's. Even if the Pope comes and wins, she'll be badly injured. Once she's badly injured, the Great Enshrined's faction certainly won't let her off."

Ghost Douluo's face was full of anxiety. "At a time like this, you're still thinking about that? Could you think about how we're going to survive first?"

"It's different! We..."

With a whoosh, the spear thrust between them, trailing silver in its wake from its sheer speed.

"Your loyalty to that Pope of yours moves me deeply, but that doesn't give you the right to chat so casually in front of an enemy!"

"Whew. There's no other way, Old Ghost. Let's hold out as long as we can!"

The two exchanged a glance and clenched their teeth.

"Two Extremes Stillness Domain!"

Golden light and black mist erupted together. Their two Martial Souls, the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and the ghost, fused into a purple-gold ring of stillness that enveloped the entire courtyard.

Space and time froze within the courtyard. Even sounds from outside were frozen beyond it, and the Blue Silver Grass that had already covered the entire courtyard floor stopped growing.

Lan Changsheng also felt an obvious stagnation, and his forward step faltered with it.

Chrysanthemum Douluo drove the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum to erupt at full power. Golden petals filled the sky and fell like raindrops, attacking Lan Changsheng without pause.

Ghost Douluo released a shroud of netherworld black mist. Within it, a hundred ghosts rose and sank, taking turns gnawing at Lan Changsheng.

Neither sought to inflict much damage on Lan Changsheng. Their earlier series of attacks had already proved how difficult it was for them to break through his defenses!

They only wanted to last a little longer, until the Pope arrived, before their Soul Power ran dry.

Then they could work with the Pope to defeat this powerful Soul Beast.

Besides, this was Spirit City. Letting a Soul Beast wreak havoc here and then leave would certainly deal an enormous blow to Spirit Hall's reputation. The Great Enshrined's faction could not accept that outcome either.

No matter how at odds the Great Enshrined and the Pope were, they could not possibly remain unmoved by a Soul Beast at least a hundred thousand years old.

When the time came, if they could gather all of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluos, this Soul Beast might truly fall here!

At that thought, Chrysanthemum Douluo controlled the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and increased the force of its attacks.

But when he saw the contempt on Lan Changsheng's face, his heart still could not help sinking to rock bottom.

Lan Changsheng moved! Within their Two Extremes Stillness Domain, inside that purple-gold ring of stillness, a lone figure moved. Every step seemed to land on Ghost Douluo's and Chrysanthemum Douluo's hearts.

Moreover, Lan Changsheng's movement exposed flaws in the Two Forms Stillness Domain, and the backlash against Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo began.

This was different from physical injuries, which Ghost Douluo could neutralize with his abilities. This was the domain's backlash!

Blood seeped constantly from the corners of their mouths, their bodies trembled without cease, and the ring of stillness formed by the fusion of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and the ghost began to flicker.

Lan Changsheng beckoned Evergreen back from where it stood embedded in the ground, its tip pointing straight at Chrysanthemum Douluo!

Watching the spear draw closer and closer, Chrysanthemum Douluo closed his eyes in despair.

"Old Chrysanthemum! Chrysanthemum Guan!"

Ghost Douluo's anguished roar echoed above Spirit Hall.

It made Bibi Dong, who had arrived late, widen her eyes in fury!

"You dare!"

Lan Changsheng pulled out the spear tip, and Chrysanthemum Douluo collapsed limply to the ground. Lan Changsheng had already extracted and absorbed his life force. There was certainly no saving him now.

This also deepened Lan Changsheng's understanding of the Law of Life.

[Host, this is Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall. Your foremost enemy, Qian Xunji, died at her hands.]

"So she did me quite a big favor, then," Lan Changsheng replied inwardly.

But he also knew that, from this moment onward, he and Bibi Dong would certainly fight until one of them died.

Sure enough, spider silk filled the sky, crisscrossing in every direction and cutting off Lan Changsheng's retreat.

Twin Martial Souls appeared behind her. Her papal robes billowed without wind, and purple-black Soul Power surged around her. Her features were cold and indifferent, and a streak of purple-green evil light flashed through her eyes, revealing icy killing intent.

She held one hand behind her back and raised the other slightly, poisonous spider silk as fine as hair curling around her fingertips.

The Death Spider Emperor spewed bone-corroding venom, sealing Lan Changsheng off from above, while the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor spat out a strand of silk that wrapped around Ghost Douluo, who lay on the ground, attempting to pull him back to her side.

"You can't have this man."

Lan Changsheng closed his hand toward Ghost Douluo. The Blue Silver Grass on the ground rose into the air, forming a giant hand that seized Ghost Douluo.

"Aah!"

Caught between their pulls, Ghost Douluo let out an agonized howl.

But Bibi Dong knew that if she gave up the struggle now, Ghost Douluo would certainly die.

The Eighth Soul Ring on the Death Spider Emperor lit up, and a figure identical to Bibi Dong appeared.

The seventh ring flashed next, and the clone immediately activated her Martial Soul Avatar. Her upper body retained that stunning beauty, while the demonic spiderweb markings on her forehead made her look even more sinister.

Her lower body, however, transformed into a gigantic spider with eight thick, venomous legs. The venom she spat grew an even deeper black-purple, and even her steps through the air made sizzling sounds, as though space itself were being corroded.

Bibi Dong had activated her Martial Soul Avatar and gone all out from the start, something that had rarely happened before.

The clone's arms transformed into dark-green Spider Spears, which she brandished as she charged straight at Lan Changsheng.

"It seems the Soul Beast Qian Xunji went after before was one of your clansmen." Bibi Dong's voice already carried arrogance and disregard.

As someone who had already set foot on the path to godhood, she could see through the shroud of Lan Changsheng's Life Divine Power to his Soul Beast aura.

His spiritual power still carries a Soul Beast's aura, yet he has taken human form. Close to a million years old, or perhaps... Bibi Dong's thoughts raced.

"Not just a clansman. My younger sister."

"Then you really are useless. Your sister's already dead, and only now do you come here to throw your weight around." Facing such a powerful enemy, Bibi Dong would not give up any opportunity to disrupt him.

"Yes. That's why I'm guilty," Lan Changsheng murmured.

But those were not the words Bibi Dong wanted to hear. They meant Lan Changsheng's intent to kill Ghost Douluo was firm.

Bibi Dong signaled for her clone to advance and interfere, still leading with a spiderweb. Third Soul Ring, Death Spider Web!

Purple venomous spiderwebs blanketed the sky as they swept toward Lan Changsheng. Poison mist coiled around the Spider Spears, and every attack left poisonous traces carrying a numbing, corrosive miasma.

The sun blazed overhead. Sunlight passed through the gaps in the webs, illuminating the wisps of dark-green smoke before Lan Changsheng.

Cold light gathered on the spear in Lan Changsheng's hand as he pointed it straight at Ghost Douluo!