BOOM—!!!
Another full-force, unrestrained collision exploded between them.
The shockwave blasted both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu thousands of meters backward.
What had once been a mountain range of layered peaks was now leveled into a barren plain. Pulverized stone filled the sky like the dust of the apocalypse.
"Sixth Spirit Ability — Everlasting Wound!"
Bibi Dong's shriek was like a gust from the depths of hell.
Beneath her feet, that blood-red Spirit Ring suddenly burst with fury, scarlet radiance staining half the heavens.
In that instant—
Two streams of scarlet energy tore open the air, weaving together as they surged forward, forming a thousand-meter-wide cross of annihilation.
It ignored distance.
Ignored space.
Ignored all substance.
And it cleaved straight toward Qian Daoliu.
This strike—
Carried a rule-level force that ignored physical defense, and once it struck, the wound would fester endlessly, never able to heal.
It was one of her deadliest ultimate techniques, born from the power of the 100,000-year Soft Bone Rabbit Spirit Ring.
Qian Daoliu's gaze tightened.
He pressed his palms together.
Behind him, the towering Six-Winged Angel suddenly spread its wings.
Dazzling golden brilliance rose like a newborn sun, sacred radiance washing across the land.
"Sixth Spirit Ability — Angel Holy Barrier!"
A shield of holy light infused with pure angel divine power manifested instantly before him.
Zzzzz—
Zzzzz—
The Everlasting Wound slammed into the barrier, releasing a skin-crawling ripping sound.
Light and darkness corroded one another.
The barrier trembled violently.
Cracks rapidly webbed across its surface.
Qian Daoliu remained calm.
At the instant the holy barrier shattered—
His eighth Spirit Ring flared with inky black light.
The Angel Holy Sword in his hand expanded into a blazing arc of light spanning the heavens.
"Eighth Spirit Ability — Angel Holy Light Slash!"
A majestic holy sword capable of cleansing all evil tore the sky asunder, descending upon the slightly dimmed scarlet cross.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—!!!
Heaven and earth roared.
The extremely compressed energies detonated at once—
Expanding into a pillar of destruction that pierced sky and earth, woven from blinding light and blood-red radiance.
The ground convulsed.
Bottomless ravines spread wildly like earth-shattering scars.
It was as if the land itself could no longer withstand the battle of these two.
Even before the light pillar fully dispersed—
Bibi Dong was blasted away, crashing into the ground and plowing a deep ravine.
She staggered to her feet.
The death qi around her was visibly weakened.
A streak of purple-black blood trickled from her lips.
Qian Daoliu hovered steadily in the air, angel wings stirring lightly, wrapped in flowing holy light—majestic and divine.
However—
His slightly pale face
proved the clash had cost him greatly.
"Attribute suppression. Difference in foundation."
Qian Daoliu looked down upon the battered Bibi Dong, his voice calm yet absolute—like a divine decree:
"Today, you shall not pass."
Bibi Dong steadied herself.
Half her face writhed with twisting green-purple cracks.
Her purple-black eyes seethed with towering resentment and fury.
She had to admit—
She had lost to Qian Daoliu.
His Light-attribute Martial Soul naturally suppressed her darkness.
And—
Though they were both Level 99 Limit Douluo…
His accumulation, refined by time itself, utterly eclipsed hers.
Even with her innate advantage of twin Martial Souls—
Compared to the god-level Six-Winged Angel…
Her Martial Soul had no real edge.
Qian Daoliu slowly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged once more.
His meaning was clear.
But the rage on Bibi Dong's face gradually faded—
replaced by a twisted smile glued unnervingly to her features.
"Qian Daoliu… do you truly think yourself invincible in this world?"
"Perhaps I alone am no match for you…"
"But what if—there is another Limit Douluo?"
At those words—
Qian Daoliu's eyes snapped open.
His brows tightened.
Another Limit Douluo?
Impossible.
He was absolutely certain—aside from him and Bibi Dong, no third human had reached level 99 on the continent.
The thought barely formed when—
Behind Bibi Dong, the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor raised its eight bladed limbs, stabbing into the air.
A tangible killing intent surged outward, blending with the power of the Rakshasa God.
CRACK—
CRACK—
The space before them truly shattered inch by inch like fragile glass.
Then, with a final "crack", it completely collapsed—
Revealing a deep, pitch-black opening.
A blood-scented, chilling wind poured out from within.
"What?!"
Under Qian Daoliu's startled gaze—
Two unnaturally pale, enormous hands suddenly gripped the edges of the rift.
And then—
A tall, slender figure—over two meters in height and draped in a blood-red cloak—slowly crawled out from the darkness.
When sunlight fell upon that bloodless, corpse-like face, even Qian Daoliu, who had always been calm as still water, showed a hint of dazed disbelief.
The Slaughter King, stepping out of the Slaughter City, inhaled the air—far cleaner than that of hell—only to frown.
Too clean. It displeases me."
"Bibi Dong, Slaughter God… you promised me a territory far vaster than the Slaughter City."
"Rest assured."
Bibi Dong's eyes were locked tightly onto Qian Daoliu.
When she saw the shock and disbelief on his face, the corners of her lips slowly lifted.
She had been right…
This Slaughter King—
Was indeed Tang Chen, one of the three legendary invincible powerhouses of the past.
However—
Tang Chen now seemed to have been eroded by some sinister force, his sanity destroyed, leaving only the Slaughter King behind.
"Tang Chen… is that you?"
Qian Daoliu's voice trembled with complexity—
respect, confusion, jealousy, sorrow—all tangled together.
They had known each other too well.
Even though the man before him was gaunt, cold, and covered in crawling blood-red markings…
The outlines of his features—
were unmistakably Tang Chen.
"Hmm?"
The Slaughter King frowned.
The pure light radiating from Qian Daoliu—
Instinctively disgusted him.
Tang Chen…
The name stirred something faintly familiar…
A beam of sunlight landed on his face.
The blood-red markings writhed disturbingly like living things.
On the blood-red cloak draped around him—
A phantom image of a nine-headed bat flickered briefly.
"Are you recalling something?"
Bibi Dong's slender brows tightened.
The Slaughter King was a crucial piece in her grand plan.
By a twist of fate—
Her immense killing intent allowed her to open the entrance to the Slaughter City at any moment.
And the Rakshasa God's power within her granted her partial authority over the Slaughter City.
Its fallen Spirit Masters—
Were resources she could freely command.
And the man before her—Tang Chen—though broken in mind and far from his peak strength—
Was still an irreplaceable peerless asset.
She absolutely could not allow him to regain control at this moment.
With a thought, her aura surged—
Thick black clouds instantly gathered overhead, blocking the sunlight that could awaken his memories.
At the same time—
A dark energy seeped into the air.
Calming the King of Slaughter's restless aura.
"Your Majesty, King of Slaughter."
Bibi Dong's lips curved into a cold, icy smile.
"Do not forget what you promised me."
"Only by taking down this man—will you have any hope of claiming the vast territory I offer."
"Oh?"
Blood-light erupted in the Slaughter King's eyes.
Together with Bibi Dong—
He turned toward Qian Daoliu.
Two peerless auras—both at the pinnacle of the world—merged together.
Crushing downward like the sky collapsing.
No matter how strong he was—
He could not possibly fight two Limit Douluo of equal level at once.
Moments later—
Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and Li Zhexian arrived at the devastated battlefield.
Seeing the earth split open and the landscape reshaped beyond recognition, all three showed visible shock.
"This level of pressure…"
"A clash between light and evil..."
"Could it be that Bibi Dong and that 'Invincible in the Air' are fighting?"
"What was the result?"