A sudden and shocking change!
Moments ago, Bibi Dong had still been sneering venomously—
yet in the blink of an eye, she was shattered into chunks of flesh.
A bone-chilling dread exploded in everyone's hearts.
Even the Slaughter King couldn't help but take a step back, staring at the expressionless youth, his pale face filled with shock.
The Spirit Empire's army of Spirit Masters fell deathly silent.
Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Heaven Dou Empire erupted into cheers that soared into the sky.
Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling… along with Yu Tianheng and the others froze for a moment, then broke into expressions of wild joy.
"Zhexian… won?!"
"I knew it! Brother Zhexian is so powerful—how could anything happen to him?!"
Yet Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, and the other Titled Douluo gradually grew grim.
Something was wrong…
Could Bibi Dong really have fallen so easily?
"Be careful!"
The six Grand Worshippers clenched their weapons tightly.
Rustle—
Rustle—
At that moment—
Between heaven and earth—
A strange, creeping sound suddenly arose.
Hundreds of thousands of gazes turned toward what had nearly become Bibi Dong's shattered corpse, terror flooding their eyes.
Thick, viscous dark-purple mist began to seep out from her remains.
In just a few breaths,
The purple mist swallowed half the sky.
Within it, a colossal Spider Emperor loomed in and out of sight, letting out chilling hisses.
Nine Spirit Rings rose one after another.
The ninth ring flared with blood-red light, crimson as if about to drip.
This was Bibi Dong's Death Spider Emperor's ninth Spirit Ability—
Undying Body.
At the same moment,
The sixth Spirit Ring beneath Li Zhexian's feet also glowed crimson.
"Sixth Spirit Ability — Mirage Mind Severance!"
As his words fell,
A conceptual sword—unbound by distance—instantly slashed into the purple mist.
This Spirit Ability came from a reincarnated Spirit Beast—the Myriad Mirage Beast.
The sword did not harm flesh, nor did it shatter Spirit Power; it severed only a single thought—
—cutting off Bibi Dong's intention to activate her ninth Spirit Ability.
A strange ripple spread from within the purple mist. The mist began to slow its churning, and the Death Spider Emperor showed signs of collapsing.
"Did it work…?"
Li Zhexian narrowed his eyes.
Even with his composure,
He could not help but feel tense at this moment.
By all logic—
Bibi Dong should have had no chance of revival.
But…
Bibi Dong was a twisted and cunning supreme powerhouse. Knowing he possessed such a Spirit Ability, how could she possibly have made no preparations?
The thought had just flashed—
"Haahhhhh—!"
A sudden, shrill scream rang out, startling Li Zhexian.
He immediately turned toward the Slaughter King…
Only to see a strange spider-silk garment of intertwined purple and green forming on Slaughter King's body—
as if woven from the molted skins of the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor.
A horrifying scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.
The terrifying injuries that had just erupted on Bibi Dong now burst forth again—this time on the Slaughter King.
"Pff—!"
Blood mixed with shattered organs sprayed violently from his mouth.
His fangs were bared wide, his expression ferocious, utterly hysterical.
"Bibi Dong!"
"You dare scheme against me?!"
He remembered now.
Earlier, after four of his heads had been severed by that Angel Guardian, he had needed massive quantities of blood essence to recover quickly.
Bibi Dong had specially constructed a Blood Palace for him.
He had assumed she needed his help, so she would never tamper with his blood supply—and as the ruler of the Slaughter City, he was practically immune to all poisons.
Yet he had still fallen into her trap.
"Shriek—!"
The Slaughter King howled toward the heavens.
As his body neared total collapse, he charged straight into the dark-purple poisonous mist.
"Bibi Dong!"
"I will have your life!"
The Slaughter King vanished into the purple mist.
The very next moment,
His shrill wails rang out, accompanied by the sickening, sticky sounds of blood and bone being chewed and torn apart.
Crack—crack—
Crack—crack—
Everyone who heard it felt cold sweat soak through their clothes.
An indescribably vast surge of energy washed outward from the purple mist.
The Slaughter King… or rather, Tang Chen, had fallen.
The lifetime Spirit Power of a peerless Titled Douluo, along with the flesh-and-blood essence condensed from countless lives he had devoured, was now released from all restraints and returned to heaven and earth.
It was as if the firmament itself had been torn open by a massive wound.
Thick, blood-dark crimson clouds gathered madly, spreading for tens of thousands of miles, rolling and boiling violently.
Crash—!
Crash—!
A torrential rain of blood descended.
This was no ordinary rain, but blood essence imbued with Spirit Power and the source of life.
Each drop was heavy and warm, slamming into the ground with dull thuds, splashing up blossoms of blood.
Yet because the Slaughter King had consumed too much tainted blood essence,
the blood rain carried a foul, polluted stench.
The blood poured down in sheets,
washing over the devastated land.
The rainwater gathered into streams,
staining everything a deep crimson.
Within this curtain of blood-red rain…
everyone felt, with trembling gazes,
the profound desolation emanating from the white-robed youth standing in the void.
He had done everything he could.
Truly, he had done everything.
He had used every method, fought with his life, stood alone against two Limit Douluo powerhouses—and killed one of them.
The youth owed nothing to anyone.
"Still… not enough?"
Li Zhexian tilted his head slightly upward, his eyes trembling as they slowly closed, letting the blood rain wash over his pale, exhausted face.
The Slaughter King had fallen.
But the most dangerous foe—Bibi Dong—still lived.
And more than that…
from within the purple mist, he sensed a power that stood above the mortal world.
"Brother Zhexian… you've already done all you could…"
Within his spiritual sea—
The Skydream Ice Worm spoke softly:
"That Death Spider Emperor is the king of insect-type Spirit Beasts…"
"When it breaks through the hundred-thousand-year threshold… it sheds a spider garment…"
"That garment can be worn by another hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast…"
"If danger arises during the breakthrough… the Spirit Beast wearing the garment will take on all the damage…"
His tone carried a trace of pleading.
"Limit Douluo are never simple."
"This Slaughter King was strange as well—otherwise he wouldn't have fallen like this."
"Brother Zhexian… let's run… quickly…"
"It's too late."
The Snow Empress, clad in flowing ice-blue robes, spoke calmly.
"This woman is about to become a god."
"What?!"
The Skydream Ice Worm was utterly shocked.
Li Zhexian exhaled deeply and tightened his grip on the Qinglian Sword.
"Brother Tian Meng, Snow Empress…"
"I've already arranged your escape routes."
"The Skydream Ice Worm Armor and the Snow Empress's bone can temporarily house your souls."
"It's just that… the promise I made to ascend to the Divine Realm together…"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it."
Shock flashed through the eyes of the Skyddream Ice Worm and the Snow Empress.
He had already planned their escape routes?
"Then what about you?!"
Li Zhexian remained silent.
His gaze turned toward where the purple mist churned.
The Ninth Trial of the Rakshasa God—
Required boundless death qi and resentment.
And the hateful fall of the Slaughter King—a Limit Douluo—
Provided death qi and resentment comparable to that of a million ordinary people.
The thick purple mist churned violently, as though alive.
Finally, it transformed into a dark-purple vortex that connected heaven and earth.
At the center of the vortex—
A presence that made even heaven and earth tremble began to spread…
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