Twilight Overture...
This was precisely the Spirit Ability granted to Li Zhexian by the spirit ring of the Evileye Tyrant Emperor.
Plucking the sword like a zither produced ripples of time, causing all enemies within range to fall into a malicious state of accelerated time.
His eighth Spirit Ring suddenly blazed with interwoven gold and crimson light, staining half the sky blood-red.
Boom—
Boom—
Centered on Li Zhexian—
four domains erupted at once: Slaughter, War, Snow Dance, and Time.
Heaven and earth within a hundred miles transformed in an instant.
The Snow Empress flicked her delicate hand.
The Clear Spring Wine Gourd swirling around her waist trembled lightly. Multicolored wine streamed out of the spout, merging with the falling snow within the domain, spreading rich fragrance through the air.
Layer upon layer of amplification fell upon Li Zhexian, his aura soaring, white robes billowing like divine light.
"Monster!"
Seeing this scene—
even Bibi Dong and the Slaughter King were visibly shocked.
Domain-type spirit abilities were unimaginably rare.
Even for a typical Titled Douluo—no, even for a Super Titled of Rank 95—the possession of one Domain was already precious beyond measure.
Yet Li Zhexian…
Alone possessed four Domains.
It was indescribably terrifying.
"Heh…"
"Li Zhexian, no matter how many methods you display today… you cannot escape your destined fall."
Bibi Dong's phoenix robe billowed, and a sinister purple gleam rose in her double pupils.
"Slaughter God Domain!"
"Death Domain!"
Her shadowy voice thundered through heaven and earth.
A suffocating aura—one that made all living creatures tremble—descended from her body.
The sky, once vibrant with clashing energies, instantly dimmed beneath a gray-black and blood-red filter.
As Bibi Dong's Death and Slaughter domains spread—
Screech—!!
The Slaughter King's jaws suddenly opened wide.
A screech—one no human throat could ever produce—tore through the world.
Masses of thick, blood-colored clouds formed out of nowhere, with countless bat-like silhouettes flitting through their depths.
A denser, more suffocating darkness erupted from him—mixed with overwhelming bloodlust—pouring out like a broken dam.
"Slaughter God Domain!"
"Crimson Barrier!"
The three Limit Douluo-level powerhouses unleashed their domains—colliding like natural disasters.
On one side—
deathly black mists and the blood-red barrier devoured everything, crumpling space like fragile paper; all life withered in their wake.
On the other—
glacial blizzards, razor-edged sword qi, ripples of accelerated time, and condensed killing intent fused into a vast, divine-like domain.
When the three forces collided—
light, sound, and color twisted into pure chaos.
The center of impact first flashed with blinding white,
then collapsed into a devouring black void—as if the rules of the world failed entirely there.
Then came—
a silent, instantaneous expansion.
Rings of destructive energy—black death mist, crimson bloodlight, icy blue cold, sword-edge brilliance, and warped time—erupted outward in all directions.
BOOM—!!!
Only then—
did the earth-shaking explosion thunder forth, like billions of lightning bolts detonating at once.
Sound turned into a physical tsunami of shockwaves.
Clouds were shredded and vaporized, revealing warped light behind the heavens.
Within dozens of miles, the ground sank several meters from the impact.
Massive ravines split open like lightning cracks, stretching into the distance—
as if the continent's very bones were screaming.
At the center—
the three domains continued to clash and erode one another.
Death energy froze and melted in cycles;
crimson bloodlight was iced over then boiled;
blades of sword intent shattered and reformed endlessly;
time's flow warped wildly—
accelerating decay one moment, nearly stopping the next.
Amid this world-ending chaos—
the three figures looked like tiny skiffs in a raging storm.
Bibi Dong and the Slaughter King trembled violently.
Even though they combined forces to counter Li Zhexian's Domain, under the Domain's backlash, which contained Ultimate Annihilation, Ultimate Ice, and Power of Space-Time, both still suffered serious injuries.
The ruinous effect of time and space struck Bibi Dong first—within only a few breaths, decades of her lifespan burned away.
Her Spirit Power wilted.
Her temples turned white.
The once-alluring yet venomous face was carved with frost-etched wrinkles.
"Impossible…?!" Bibi Dong's spirit wavered.
A sword light of utter annihilation slashed down—
her left shoulder was severed cleanly.
The e Slaughter King's tall figure hunched, and within the snow carrying the power of space-time, countless phantom images flickered across him.
Screech!!
A world-shaking shriek erupted.
The blood clouds surged.
Behind the Slaughter King, a titanic Nine-Headed Bat materialized, its wings blotting out the sky.
The confusion in his eyes dispersed—
two blazing scarlet pupils erupted with murderous light.
But at that moment—
a sword light flashed.
Three of the bat's Nine Heads were sliced off.
Though Bibi Dong and the Slaughter King were gravely injured…
Li Zhexian, who had endured the combined domains of two Limit Douluo-level Douluo, was in an even more terrifying state.
"Pff—!"
His body convulsed violently.
Blood sprayed from his mouth, splattering across his pallid face.
His body—normally flawless like divine glass—cracked open inch by inch.
Space-time power wrapped around him, attempting to rewind the damage.
However…
with the clash of the three domains—
the laws of time in this region had collapsed.
In one instant,
his wounds visibly closed.
In the next,
they burst open again—blood and bone flying.
The Snow Empress, usually ethereal and serene, showed rare panic.
She turned into a streak of icy blue light, circling Li Zhexian.
Her slender hand guided torrents of immortal brew from the wine gourd—
pouring into him like a flood.
But the Wine Martial Soul with only four Spirit Rings was helpless before the catastrophic force of Limit Douluo-level power.
The healing potency of the Immortal Brew—
was nowhere near fast enough to match the speed at which his body was collapsing.
In his trembling spiritual sea,
Sydream Ice Worm panicked, darting frantically in circles.
It tried to rush out—
but after the injuries it suffered in its battle with the Evil Emperor, its origin had yet to recover.
Before the current clash of Limit Douluo-levels,
charging out meant being obliterated by the shockwaves.
"Brother Zhexian!" The Skydream Ice Worm cried anxiously:
"Listen to me… stop fighting!"
"Limit Douluo-level powerhouses are the titans of an entire era. You're only Level 87 and have already fought to this extent—this is unprecedented in history!"
"You should retreat and hide, wait until you become a god—then come out for vengeance!"
For nearly a year, it had lived within Li Zhexian's spiritual sea.
At first—
it had been shocked by the boy's monstrous talent.
But now—
when it called him "Brother Zhexian,"
it was with heartfelt respect.
It still remembered a month ago—
The Worship Hall of the Spirit Empire had sent word, urging him to leave this certain-death situation.
But the youth had cut off all retreat, leaving no escape.
The sharpest sword in the world—
Ultimately pointed toward protection.
It finally understood…
Why the citizens of Heaven Dou adored Li Zhexian so deeply.
Why so many prodigies and Titled Douluo entrusted their lives to him.
But it still could not understand…
To trade a heaven-reaching future for a patch of mortal warmth—
to trade an immortal godhood for the peace of loved ones—
…was it truly worth it?