Fifth Soul Skill: Thousand Peaks, Ten Thousand Escapes!
The next moment, Bibi Dong's fifth Soul Ring suddenly flashed.
The black, Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring suddenly lit up among her nine Soul Ring, bursting out with a deep and dazzling light.
Immediately, her entire figure vanished from the spot.
Without any warning, without any afterimage, she simply vanished from the ruins of the main hall.
This wasn't a visual illusion caused by extreme speed; it was her Fifth Soul Skill — Teleportation.
It allows her to traverse distances of tens or even hundreds of feet in an instant, ignoring obstacles and barriers in between, and appear directly behind the target.
This kind of Teleportation is different from high-speed movement; it has no trajectory and cannot be predicted.
In countless battles before, Bibi Dong relied on this move to cut down countless powerful enemies with her Spider Spear.
Her opponents often didn't even have time to react before she killed them with a single blow from behind.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Bibi Dong appeared in mid-air, landing steadily less than three feet behind Xiao Yan.
Her toes touched the void, and a tiny ripple spread across the space beneath her feet.
She could even smell the faint scent of flames emanating from Xiao Yan's robes.
Her right palm was spread open, with the Death Spider Emperor's deadly poisonous Soul Power Entanglement around her fingertips, and she reached directly for Xiao Yan's nape.
However, just as Bibi Dong's fingers were about to touch Xiao Yan's collar, his figure vanished from the spot like Gui Mei once again.
Bibi Dong's fingers grasped at empty air, and when she closed her fingers together, there was a crisp sound of something cutting through the air.
The sharp gust of wind shaved off another piece of the remaining mural on the dome of the Pope's Palace in the distance, and rubble fell from the sky.
The wind attribute power of the Wind Venerable Feng surged and flowed within Xiao Yan's body.
That power was different from Soul Power; it was lighter, freer, and more elusive.
It circulated rapidly along Xiao Yan's meridians, enhancing every movement of his to the extreme.
Xiao Yan could even hear the whistling wind coming from his own veins, as if he had transformed into the wind itself, traversing the sky at will.
" Your His Holiness the Pope, you're quite fast."
Xiao Yan stopped at the other end of the Pope's Palace, nearly a hundred feet away from Bibi Dong.
The Twin Flame Wings on his back flapped slowly with the help of the swirling wind, each flap leaving a faint blue ripple in the air.
A smirk played on his lips as he looked down at Bibi Dong, whose face was darkening in mid-air, his tone full of provocation.
Unfortunately, we were still a step too late.
What? Your Majesty's skills have deteriorated after a year?
Or has His Majesty been so preoccupied with sending people to search for me over the past year that he forgot he also needed to cultivate?"
Bibi Dong slowly withdrew her hand, which had missed its target.
Her expression remained calm, but a genuine killing intent was surging within her deep eyes.
How many years has it been since anyone dared to speak to her in that tone?
The last person who dared to be so presumptuous in front of her is now buried under a grave mound of trees that have grown several generations.
But Xiao Yan was calculating at a rapid pace.
Although he verbally mocked Bibi Dong without reservation, he knew his own situation better than anyone else.
Although the Venerable Feng's wind attribute enhancement made him fast enough to temporarily outpace Bibi Dong, this enhancement was time-limited.
The Venerable Feng's power is ultimately like water without a source; once it is exhausted, he will instantly revert to his original form.
At that time, he will have no chance to resist Bibi Dong.
Therefore, Xiao Yan's return to Douluo is not about using this speed to escape.
He knew very well that speed alone wouldn't be enough to escape.
So he never intended to run away from the beginning, at least not before he had taught Bibi Dong a sufficient "lesson".
Xiao Yan tightened his grip on the dark blue stone with his right hand.
The surface of the stone was covered with fine cracks, each crack emitting a dazzling blue light, making it look like a star about to shatter.
Looking down at the Pope's Palace below, Xiao Yan's gaze swept from Bibi Dong to Yue Guan and Gui Mei, and then across the entire Spirit City.
There was no hesitation in his eyes, only a resolute determination that had been suppressed for a long time and was finally being released.
He wouldn't give Bibi Dong time to unleash a stronger Soul Skill or summon other Spirit Hall elders to come to her aid.
He frantically poured his Soul Power into the stone in his hand.
This time, it was no longer a tentative activation, but a complete and unreserved pouring of all its power into it.
Xiao Yan could even feel the whooshing sound of his Soul Power surging through his meridians, and the vortex of Soul Power in his dantian was shrinking at a visible speed.
The next moment, the full-force attack that Venerable Feng had sealed within the stone was fully activated by him.
"Call--"
Almost instantly, an immense pressure surged into the sky from the stone.
That oppressive aura was different from the oppressive aura of Titled Douluo released by Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong's aura was a kind of oppressive force emanating from her Martial Soul and Soul Ring, carrying the unique chilling and poisonous aura of the Death Spider Emperor.
This oppressive aura was a pure, undisguised crushing force, carrying the domineering and sharpness unique to Dou Zun expert from another world.
It makes no distinction between friend and foe; its very existence is enough to send shivers down the spines of all who sense it.
Throughout the entire Spirit City, from the square in the Pope's Palace to the outermost city wall, from the lowest-ranking servants to the Titled Douluo elders stationed here by various sects, all the Soul Master looked up in shock.
Their movements were remarkably synchronized.
First, I felt that oppressive aura, and then my body involuntarily stiffened.
Finally, as if drawn by some force, they all raised their heads and turned their gazes toward the young figure in the sky, his blue robes fluttering in the wind.
A sword aura of wind attribute burst forth from the stone in Xiao Yan's hand.
The moment the sword energy left the stone, it burst forth with a blinding blue light that was impossible to look at directly, illuminating the entire sky above Spirit City.
The clouds in the sky were shattered by the impact of the sword energy, revealing a pale white sky.
The sword energy swelled in the wind the instant it left the stone, growing from three feet to three zhang, then from three zhang to thirty zhang, and finally to three hundred zhang.
It transformed into a streak of azure sword light capable of traversing the heavens and earth.
The azure sword light, like a divine sword of punishment descending from the heavens, enveloped the entire sky above Spirit City.
Countless cyan wind patterns flowed across the surface of the sword's edge, each containing a violent power capable of tearing space apart.
It is not a physical object, yet it is more solid than any physical object.
It is the manifestation of the wind attribute Dou Qi that the Venerable Feng has cultivated throughout his life, condensed to its ultimate level; it is a strike delivered with all the strength of Dou Zun expert.
Everyone in Spirit City who looked up could see the extremely terrifying cyan giant sword.
It was so big that it almost blocked out half the sky.
It hung overhead, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression, leaving no doubt that if this sword were to fall, the entire Spirit City would be razed to the ground.