Chapter 270: Sword Douluo Is Dismembered; Bo Saixi Appears
"No one will escape. Die here, all of you!"
Bibi Dong's ninth spirit ring lit up under her feet, and the ghastly green glow instantly turned a bright emerald, making her Spirit Avatar—originally hideous—appear like a piece of green jade. Two giant, jade-like sickles rose at the same time, and a single point of green light spread downward, illuminating the edges of the blades. Slanting, they crossed and slashed out, sending a massive fork-shaped ripple straight at Sword Douluo.
This was Bibi Dong's fiercest, most domineering single-target attack skill: Eternal Creation. Physical defense was ineffective against it, and energy-based defenses were reduced by fifty percent.
Crack!
Wherever that fork-shaped ripple passed, Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Domain was ripped open. The Seven Kill Sword he had summoned in front of him was brutally pierced with two large holes, and its razor edge ran straight through Sword Douluo's body.
Even though much of Eternal Creation's power had been diminished by Sword Douluo's defense, this single-target attack was not only extremely destructive but also inflicted a terrifying wounding effect. Once it hit, the damage spread endlessly; only one's own spirit power could keep it at bay until it was completely drained and one's life burned out. No matter where it struck the body, it was always lethal.
"Stay here!"
Bibi Dong flung out two spider spears, each cutting across the sky like an emerald meteor, aiming for Ning Fengzhi—who was on the tiger's back and about to vanish into the forest. Ning Fengzhi's pupils widened, quivering with helpless fury.
"Dad!"
Ning Rongrong cried out in panic, uncertain what to do.
At that critical instant, Gu Chen leaped up, using his broad body to block the two spider spears. Blood blossomed in midair.
Even though Gu Chen was now an ordinary person, the spears didn't run clean through his body, because with this strike, Bibi Dong hadn't intended to kill Ning Fengzhi outright—she wouldn't let him die so quickly. Since Ning Fengzhi's physique wasn't much stronger than the now-crippled Gu Chen's, the spears lodged into Gu Chen's flesh instead.
Gu Chen tumbled from the tiger's back, rolling a long distance across the ground due to momentum. His limbs twisted, and who knew how many bones in his body snapped.
For a normal person to fall off a running tiger moving at the speed of a Spirit Sage was like jumping from a car going sixty miles an hour with no protective gear. He survived only because the forest floor was soft.
"Chen'er!"
"Ning Uncle, Rongrong—go, hurry, go—"
Using the last of his strength to say these words, Gu Chen collapsed in a faint.
Bibi Dong paused slightly, intending to chase after Ning Fengzhi. But then a glaring white light flickered before her. Sword Douluo, merging fully with his spirit and pushing his final sliver of strength, launched the Seven Kill Sword in a final attack at full power.
Flames soared high into the sky in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's domain, a once-glorious place equal to the Heaven Dou Palace. After two assaults—one by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and one by Bibi Dong—it had been reduced to nothing but ruins.
Behind Bibi Dong stood a dense mass of thousands of fallen ones. Apart from the Heaven Dou soldiers, there were also plenty of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan spirit masters.
In front of her were another two hundred or so from the clan. Besides the two at the forefront—Sword Douluo, whose arms were both severed, his body riddled with bloody wounds and robes completely stained red, and Bone Douluo, lying on the ground near death—the rest were all Ning family members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Facing those red-eyed enemies, grinning like wild beasts, these Ning clansmen turned pale as paper, trembling uncontrollably. They could already guess their fate, just like the clan disciples who had died before them—tortured to death by Bibi Dong to vent her rage.
Bibi Dong stood before Sword Douluo, a brief flicker of complicated emotion in her eyes. "I once respected you greatly—twice across both lifetimes. But it turns out I was blind."
Sword Douluo's body tottered; the unending wound from Eternal Creation was about to burn away his life entirely. His spirit was broken, dropped in pieces to the ground, and his blood nearly drained. Even mustering all his strength, he could only barely lift his eyelids.
Sword Douluo's lips moved, as though using his last ounce of life to speak. "I know the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan wronged you. Fengzhi and Old Bones have committed unforgivable sins against you. But…haven't you made any mistakes at all? The clan's disciples are innocent, and Rongrong, and Chen'er—they're your own children—"
He wanted to say more, but Bibi Dong gave him no chance. At the instant he said, "But haven't you made any mistakes at all?" her eyes turned bloodshot.
"Enough! Again with these words. You're just like that disgusting old Qian Daoliu, priding yourself on virtue but really dirty, shameless beasts! I only pursued my own love! What did I do wrong?!"
With a roar, Bibi Dong activated her Devour Soul Spider Emperor possession. Six four-meter-long spider legs erupted from her body, and without hesitation, she ran them through Sword Douluo's exhausted form—already near death.
Rip!
A moment later came the sound of cloth being torn apart. Bibi Dong used her six spider legs to tear Sword Douluo apart, splitting him into several bloody chunks that crashed to the ground. His organs and intestines spilled everywhere.
"Sword Elder…"
"Sword Elder!"
Many spirit masters of the clan wept upon seeing such a tragic end for Sword Douluo.
"Now it's your turn!"
With an utterly icy gaze, Bibi Dong looked at the group of Ning clan members, pondering how best to torture them to death for revenge, or whether to convert them—like her newly formed fallen army—into puppets to lure Ning Fengzhi out and squeeze out whatever use they had.
Just then, a furious-looking Liu Erlong—her injuries partially healed—stormed up to Bibi Dong, shouting, "Bibi Dong! You said you'd leave Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo for me! Why didn't you let me do anything?!"
Bibi Dong turned a frosty gaze on her. Instantly, the limitless killing intent of the Killing God Domain locked on Liu Erlong.
Like a kite with its string cut, Liu Erlong flew backward. Her voluptuous figure erupted in sprays of blood under the blade-like waves of murderous aura. Countless swipes of that killing energy shredded Liu Erlong's face and body beyond recognition, cutting apart her flesh in wide swathes.
"In that state, once you reach the underworld, do you think Xiao Gang will still fancy a useless wretch like you?"
Raising a hand, Bibi Dong choked Liu Erlong from a distance, lifting her nearly unrecognizable form as if talking to herself.
"Why would Xiao Gang ever look at trash like you? What right do you have, with such mediocre talent and a head as stupid as a pig's, the child of a filthy, lowly whore—why would he choose to be with you?"
A rasping shout, the last of Liu Erlong's strength, squeezed out of her mouth: "Don't insult my mother!"
"You're a worthless piece of garbage now. Go and die."
Bibi Dong clenched her hand, turning Liu Erlong into a pile of mince. Blood showered out like a juicer run amok.
"That's enough."
Amid the dark night sky, a column of spirit power radiating an ocean's warmth—blue-gold, sacred, and pure—descended from above. The flames engulfing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan were instantly snuffed.
Under that glow, all those spirit masters and soldiers corroded by Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God Spirit power returned to their senses. When they realized what they had done, most of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan survivors were so ashamed they wanted to kill themselves on the spot.
Within that column of blue-gold light, Bo Saixi, holding her scepter, slowly landed. Her gentle features looked stiff, and her beautiful eyes, fixed on Bibi Dong, were ice-cold.
Bibi Dong froze. "Senior Bo Saixi."
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