On the walls of Jialing Pass, dust surged as the earth trembled violently.
Chen Feng pressed Bibi Dong down with sheer force, stomping her into the ground.
The next instant, a dense surge of dark green soul power erupted outward. Bibi Dong's form shifted once again into something far more sinister.
"Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor Form!"
Her icy voice, laced with overwhelming fury, echoed from beneath Chen Feng's foot.
A terrifying force exploded from her body, sending Chen Feng flying back over a hundred meters before he could stabilize himself midair by spreading his sword wings.
When he looked down again, a monstrous half-human, half-spider figure had risen. The noble aura she once carried was now completely gone, replaced by an evil, suffocating presence.
"Her second Martial Spirit… Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor!" Chen Feng instantly recognized her transformation.
Bibi Dong was a twin martial spirit wielder. Normally, she displayed her Death Spider Emperor, but very few knew she also possessed the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor.
The advantage of twin martial spirits was clear: one could cultivate one first, then add spirit rings to the second later in life, gaining a configuration beyond conventional limits.
Bibi Dong was such an example. Tang San had once walked the same path.
Nine spirit rings rose around her.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red!
Each ring pulsed with power, weighing down the air for miles.
Soul masters within three li (≈1.5 km) instinctively retreated. Lower-ranked ones who were too close trembled uncontrollably, as if their very souls were being crushed.
And this was only the leakage of her aura — she hadn't even actively released it.
On the battlefield below, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged looks. Both could see the same deep shock in the other's eyes.
Tang Hao, especially, felt a pang of dread and cold sweat.
He had battled Spirit Hall for over twenty years, always retreating safely, even when the Pope herself fought. He had always thought it was because he was strong enough.
Now, he realized the truth: Bibi Dong had never fought him with her full strength.
Those nine terrifying rings… and she had three hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!
What kind of monster was she?
"Clang!"
At that moment, a piercing sword hum shattered her swelling momentum.
Chen Feng stood with both hands gripping the Shura Seven Killing Sword, its nine radiant stars blazing.
Though not conventional spirit rings, everyone knew: each star represented a soul ring fused into his sword. It was the sign that his Seven Killing Sword Art had reached the pinnacle of perfection.
Even Sword Douluo had only achieved this after breaking through to level 97.
Chen Feng's configuration was even more terrifying:
Black, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red!
Every ring after the first was a hundred-thousand-year ring.
And the ninth ring… faintly shimmered with divine crimson-gold light.
Bibi Dong's eyes flickered with madness. A purple demonic sigil spread across her forehead, her voice sharp and cold:
"You think you're the only one with a divine weapon?"
As her spirit power surged, the sigil expanded, weaving across her face and neck.
A massive purple-black scythe condensed in her hands.
"Rakshasa Demon Scythe!"
Her eyes turned ghastly purple-black. The weapon in her hands radiated a dreadful aura.
Chen Feng's gaze sharpened. Only those who had inherited a god's legacy would recognize it — this was, without question, a true divine weapon.
He could not allow her to keep escalating.
Raising his sword, his voice was cold and resolute:
"Ninth Soul Skill — Divine-Demonic Dual Slash!"
The ninth soul ring of his Shura Seven Killing Sword blazed for the first time.
This ring, obtained from the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, had been strengthened by the Shura God's trial, reaching nearly three hundred thousand years.
The crimson-gold radiance spread across the battlefield, pulling in the killing intent of millions like a tidal wave, all converging upon Chen Feng.
"Nine Heavens Dark Frost — transform into thunder!"
"Heaven's wrath — forged into a killing blade!"
Chen Feng's sword aura multiplied severalfold in that moment. His killing intent alone rivaled the murderous will of the entire battlefield's armies.
Far away, Sword Douluo's eyes shone with both awe and sorrow.
"So this… is the power of a true divine weapon?" he whispered, trembling. His own sword dao had been surpassed.
At that moment, Bibi Dong's heart lurched. Even with the Rakshasa Scythe in hand, she felt no security — only dread.
Her instincts screamed: she could not block that strike.
But she had no retreat left.
She shouted sharply:
"Rakshasa Demon Scythe — Abyssal Space-Rending Slash!"
A soul skill of the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor, forcibly augmented through her divine weapon, met Chen Feng's ultimate attack head-on.
On the walls, a golden dragon roared. Someone shouted desperately:
"All units, retreat! The power of gods is not something mortals can withstand!"
The battlefield fell silent as both armies instinctively pulled back, clearing a vast space.
And then—
The two divine weapons collided.
The world dimmed.
For three long seconds, all light and sound vanished.
Then came the explosion.
A cataclysmic storm of destruction erupted, swallowing everything within sight.
Thousands of soul masters were obliterated in an instant.
The earth split open — a thousand-meter chasm tore across the battlefield like a gaping abyss.
Even those who had escaped felt their hearts tremble.
"What terrifying power…"
Even Title Douluo stood frozen, unable to move, overwhelmed by fear.
The higher their cultivation, the more they understood just how devastating that clash was.
Even Dustheart (Chen Xin, Sword Douluo) and Tang Xiao, both Super Douluo at level 97, admitted inwardly: they could never release such power.
Perhaps… not even a level 99 Ultimate Douluo could surpass this.