The name Bibi Dong
In recent years, it was undoubtedly the most dazzling name in the entire Spirit Master world. As the Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall, her cultivation was unfathomable. Even someone as wild and domineering as the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, would never dare claim that he could defeat her in a one-on-one battle.
Rumors even whispered that she had already touched upon the inheritance of a god. Even the Grand Worship, the Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu, was no longer her match.
Now, as her nine spirit rings rose around her body, the last crimson ring—the symbol of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring—glowed with dazzling brilliance. A heavy shadow fell over the entirety of Jialing Pass.
Today, with Bibi Dong personally ascending the battlefield, who could stop her?
Who would even dare to try?
On this vast battlefield, not a single Titled Douluo could be spared to intercept her.
Bibi Dong's lower half had already transformed into a monstrous spider. Eight venomous legs stabbed into the ground as violet light pulsed from her body. With a single effortless leap, she crossed hundreds of meters, and within just a few breaths, she had flown from her papal throne nearly ten miles away and landed directly atop the ramparts of Jialing Pass.
"Die."
Before the Tian Dou imperial family, led by Prince Xue Beng, Bibi Dong merely raised her hand and pressed down casually. Her movement carried the nonchalance of swatting away flies.
And truthfully, to her, Xue Beng's difference in strength was no less than heaven and earth. Under the oppressive aura of someone nearing the level of a Limit Douluo, he froze in place like a wooden puppet, unable to even twitch.
"Pfft!"
A Contra guarding nearby roared and threw himself forward, unleashing his eighth spirit ability without hesitation.
But the moment his power collided with her strike, his body shattered like porcelain. Blood sprayed as he was blasted away for hundreds of meters, smashing into ruins in the distance, life or death unknown.
Bibi Dong's face was cold as frost. She spat out two disdainful words:
"Overestimating yourself."
One spider leg lifted again and stabbed downward.
But then—
The surrounding air seemed to collapse all at once, as though it had been vacuumed away.
Bibi Dong's heart instantly clenched. Every hair on her body stood on end as she abruptly abandoned her strike and retreated dozens of meters.
In the next heartbeat, a gigantic black hammer the size of a water tank appeared, surging with a tide of tangible spirit power that rippled the void like waves on water.
"The Clear Sky Hammer!"
Bibi Dong's pupils constricted. Exactly what she feared the most had appeared. From the aura of this hammer, its wielder could only be the man she least wished to encounter—Tang Hao!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Three figures appeared almost simultaneously.
The one in the lead was tall and burly, nearly two meters in height. His upper body was bare, muscles coiled like dragons beneath his skin, overflowing with raw power. He was none other than Tang Hao.
Compared to before, his appearance seemed to have grown younger. Perhaps it was his return to the Clear Sky Sect, releasing some of the burdens in his heart. On the journey here, his spirit power had actually broken through to Rank 96.
Though his hair had streaks of gray, his eyes blazed with vitality, sharper and more energetic than ever before.
"Bibi Dong!" Tang Hao leaned on his Clear Sky Hammer, his voice cold as ice. "Do not think you can bully the weak unchecked. If you want a fight, I will accompany you to the end!"
Bibi Dong snorted, offering no reply, but her gaze flicked past him toward the other two figures.
Behind Tang Hao stood a man of similar height and build. Unlike Tang Hao's wild ferocity, this one radiated a heavy, mountain-like calm, his presence like an immovable monument shielding the battlefield. His face bore a striking resemblance to Tang Hao's.
It was Tang Xiao!
And beside them—
A tall man, just over 1.8 meters, not as burly as the Haotian brothers, his frame seemed almost slender in comparison. Yet from him burst a sharp, piercing aura that cut through Bibi Dong's domain itself, ripping it apart like paper.
"Chen Feng!"
For the first time, Bibi Dong's face changed color. Even facing the Haotian Twin Stars had not unsettled her. But now, before the succession of the Asura God's inheritance, her composure cracked.
"The inheritance of the Asura God…" she murmured.
Chen Feng's expression remained indifferent. Without speaking, a flash of scarlet light erupted as the divine weapon, the Shura Seven Kill Sword, appeared in his hand.
"Bibi Dong," his voice was like a death knell, cold and merciless, "how would you prefer to die?"
Bibi Dong's pupils shrank as she subconsciously took two steps back.
Suddenly—
Her spider legs lashed out, unleashing countless venomous spikes from every direction. The barrage blanketed half the sky, leaving no gaps.
Chen Feng stepped forward. From his back unfurled two enormous sword-like wings. With a single flap, countless golden feathers shot forth.
Each golden feather was like a razor-sharp miniature sword, and even the air itself whistled as they tore through it.
The two wide-range spirit bone abilities collided, and golden and violet light exploded across the battlefield. Jialing Pass was illuminated in shifting waves of brilliance.
After the radiant clash faded, both figures vanished from the ramparts.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
High above in the skies, Bibi Dong fled at full speed. But Chen Feng's cold voice sounded right in her ear.
Her earlier attack had merely been a feint. She had used the overwhelming wave of spikes to cover her retreat, hoping to buy enough time to escape.
To ordinary eyes, the dense curtain of attacks had completely masked her movements.
But under Chen Feng's Sword Dao Heavenly Eye, her deception was laid bare instantly.
By the time Bibi Dong realized he had caught up, it was already too late.
Looking up, she saw a crimson divine sword crashing down from the heavens, carrying with it a suffocating wave of spirit power.
"Clang!"
She raised her papal scepter in desperation. Yet the instant the two weapons touched, the jeweled staff shattered into dust under the divine sword's strike.
The aura was so terrifying that even the distant Titled Douluo trembled in their hearts.
With unstoppable momentum, Chen Feng stomped Bibi Dong into the ground from the skies above, slamming her straight into the earth.
"Boom!"
The ground roared and quaked violently. Smoke and dust engulfed everything.
The entire offensive of the Spirit Hall was brought to a screeching halt. Countless elders stared in shock at the scene.
Even Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong… had been crushed in an instant?
The unimaginable spread across the battlefield. Those who had fought under her command knew best—before her, even Titled Douluo were but insects. She had been their invincible symbol; even the Grand Worship would give her three points of respect.
But now, she had been overpowered and driven into the dirt?
The morale of the Spirit Empire crumbled again and again.
On the other hand, atop Jialing Pass, the Tian Dou Empire's forces erupted in wild cheers. Their morale surged to the heavens.
Reinforcements had arrived!
The brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao didn't worry about Chen Feng at all. As the Haotian Sect's designated successor, they had already witnessed his terrifying power during their journey.
At this moment, even if Grand Worship Qian Daoliu himself appeared, Chen Feng would still be capable of standing against him!
"Kill!"
The two killing gods charged into the fray, each drawing away two Titled Douluo to battle.
This instantly freed Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi from their opponents. Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo likewise had their pressure halved.
Freed from the high-level battle, Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi didn't waste a moment. The Spirit Hall still had overwhelming numbers of Contras and Spirit Saints below. Their armies pressed the advantage. Without support, the weaker ranks would soon collapse.
Particularly Dugu Bo
He gave a sinister laugh, his figure flickered
And disappeared!