Chapter 310: The Sky Cleared, the Rain Stopped—Bibi Dong Felt Like She Could Do It Again
"Can you really do it?"
Eight black and one red spirit rings lit up beneath Qian Xunji's feet, and the massive Seraphim Spirit appeared behind him. Three pairs of wings spread out from his back, and if one looked closely, they could see six more delicate, cicada-thin wings with radiant golden patterns behind them.
"Six-Winged Purple Light Wings!"
A smirk tugged at the corner of Qian Xunji's mouth. "Your external spirit bone feels quite nice to use. It even gave me a little gift... though I wonder if you'll live long enough to see it."
Bibi Dong's teeth ground together audibly as killing intent surged in her eyes. Two red, three black, one red, and three black spirit rings lit up beneath her feet—nine in total. Behind her rose the Rakshasa God Spirit, equal in size to the Seraphim.
Qian Xunji's face turned solemn. Just as I thought. My Seraphim is being suppressed. My combat power is down by at least two levels. The grotesque markings on Bibi Dong's face had completely vanished. Could it be that her Rakshasa God Spirit has evolved, hence suppressing mine?
Seraphim Spirits could evolve by slaying fallen angels. It made sense that the Rakshasa Spirit—its natural enemy—could also evolve. But just what had Bibi Dong gone through to make a first-level god-ranked spirit like the Rakshasa Spirit evolve? It was almost beyond comprehension.
Of course it was. She endured fifteen years of suffering under Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi in seclusion. Months of mental torture from unbearable illusions on Seagod Island. Having her bones stripped and being blown apart countless times by Qian Xunji. The death of her beloved, Yu Xiaogang. The entire continent learning of her disgrace and essentially dying a social death. Being brutally beaten by Bo Saixi. Being crushed by Tang Chen. Learning of the cruel fate that might befall her apprentice and daughter.
All of it—endless suffering, humiliation, and torment—finally pushed Bibi Dong to the realm of Limit Douluo, and her Rakshasa Spirit evolved beyond its original form. Who would dare to go through that willingly?
And Tang San? He wanted to inherit the Rakshasa God Position? The pain and hatred he bore were nothing compared to Bibi Dong's.
"Qian Xunji, die! Rakshasa Domain, Killing God Domain—activate!"
"Divine Holy Sword, Angelic Domain—activate!"
The battle between Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong officially began. For the first time in over thirty years, the continent once again witnessed a clash between two level 99 Title Douluo.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the mountains of the Clear Sky School, Bai He, Yang Wushuang, and others stared in shock at the distant clash between the Seraphim and Rakshasa God Spirits. Terrifying energy waves swept through the sky. Vegetation for thousands of meters below was destroyed, the ground torn apart, and even the clouds overhead were blown away. It was like the apocalypse.
From afar, it looked as if a golden sun and a purple-black sun were colliding, with thunderous roars reverberating through the mountains. The pressure made the spectators feel as if they were right there.
"So this is what a battle between level 99 Title Douluo looks like!"
"Heavens… terrifying…"
Bai He, Yang Wushuang, and the others released their martial spirits and spirit rings beneath their feet. They surrounded Qian Renchuan, forming a protective barrier so he could continue absorbing the 100,000-year spirit ring. Interference during this process was absolutely forbidden—the consequences could be catastrophic.
While Bai He and Yang Wushuang, both Spirit Douluo, could barely withstand the aftershocks, the weaker Clear Sky disciples were in danger.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thunderous explosions continued as mountain peaks were split and flattened. The shockwaves from the battle between Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong were heading toward the Clear Sky Mountains.
A disciple with a pale face asked, "How much longer until His Highness finishes absorbing the spirit ring?!"
"Hold on! We must hold on!" Yang Wushuang shouted. If the absorption was interrupted, at best, it would cause severe injury; at worst, it could cripple or kill the cultivator. If that happened, Qian Xunji might end them himself before Tang Chen even had the chance.
"They're moving away! The Grand Elder and Bibi Dong are taking the fight away from the Clear Sky Mountains!"
Yang Wudi and the others noticed the weakening energy waves. Looking up, they saw the golden "sun" drifting away from the mountain, pursued by the purple-black one, and their faces lit up with relief.
Clang!
Another sharp metallic clash rang out as Qian Xunji was blasted back another hundred meters—deliberately so. Bibi Dong's power had already surpassed his. The Rakshasa and Killing God Domains suppressed his Seraphim, but she wasn't overwhelming him entirely. In one key area, Qian Xunji held a massive advantage: speed.
The Seraphim Spirit, after all, was the king of the skies, far superior in aerial combat to the Rakshasa God Spirit. Add in the Six-Winged Purple Light Wings, taken from Bibi Dong, and his speed had skyrocketed far beyond hers.
Qian Xunji adjusted himself mid-air with a flap of his wings and quickly reengaged Bibi Dong, constantly retreating.
"So that's it… You're trying to create space so your little bastard can absorb the spirit ring in peace."
Bibi Dong was no amateur. After several exchanges, she saw through his plan. She suddenly recalled Tang Hao's move from the first timeline—striking where the enemy must defend—and a smile crept across her lips. She turned abruptly and flew toward the Clear Sky Mountains.
"If you're that worried about him, then I'll just take him out first!"
"Bibi Dong!"
Suddenly, golden light burst from Qian Xunji's body, sacred and radiant, his aura rising dramatically. His Angelic Domain surged forward, pushing back the Rakshasa and Killing God Domains. This was divine angelic power.
In the blink of an eye, Qian Xunji crossed more than a hundred meters and intercepted Bibi Dong's path to the mountains.
Bibi Dong smirked slightly, having anticipated his reaction. Her first spirit ring flared, and the scythe in her hand ignited with green flame. As it slashed, the very air seemed to rip apart, and a purple-green crescent blade, hundreds of meters long, cleaved forward.
"Divine power or not, Qian Xunji—die! Rakshasa's Resentful Calamity Slash!"
Qian Xunji's brows furrowed. Bibi Dong's attacks were all aimed at the Clear Sky Mountains. He couldn't dodge without letting the mountains take the hit, so he had no choice but to block.
"Sky Azure Annihilation Thunder!"
The ten-thousand-year spirit bone in Qian Xunji's torso lit up. With a bellowing roar that sounded like a divine bull, blue lightning surged in all directions. The moment it collided with the purple-black crescent, the slash was cleaved apart like tofu.
Spirit skills from 100,000-year spirit bones granted massive boosts to average Douluo—but against Limit Douluo, they were much less effective.
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