Li Zhexian's gaze swept across the devastated land before him.
The surrounding mountain ranges had completely collapsed—leveled into barren plains.
A massive crater sank several meters deep.
Scattered at its bottom were broken angel feathers… and shattered fragments of enormous limbs.
"This battle,"
"Both sides held nothing back."
Feng Bailong stroked his beard, voice low:
"I fear it must have ended in mutual destruction."
Chen Xin's brows were tightly furrowed, his tone grave:
"Although Bibi Dong has reached the level 99—an peerless-level powerhouse—and holds the advantage of twin Martial Souls…"
"But Qian Daoliu earned the title of 'Invincible' decades ago. His foundation runs deeper than most can imagine."
"In my view…"
"Bibi Dong ultimately falls short."
Just then—
Li Zhexian's gaze suddenly froze on a pile of collapsed rubble not far away.
His eyes sharpened abruptly.
A sweep of his sleeve—
The dust dispersed.
Revealing what had been buried beneath:
A massive, several-meters-wide broken bat head.
The instant it emerged—
Its closed eyes snapped open.
Two beams of blood-red light shot out violently.
So fast they couldn't even be perceived.
In a flash—
Three clear sword cries rang out.
Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and Li Zhexian drew their swords simultaneously, intercepting the terrifying red beams.
BOOM—!!!
The earth trembled violently.
The cracks already webbing the ground split further, tearing open like ruptured veins.
When the raging energy finally dispersed—
The bat head lost its glow at last.
But the three of them had all been forced back several steps before they could stabilize.
"Another Limit Douluo!"
Shock flickered across Chen Xin's face.
"Besides Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong… there is actually a third peerless powerhouse on this continent?"
Feng Bailong suppressed the blood rising in his throat, complexion solemn.
At the level of a Titled Douluo, each rank was a vast chasm.
Especially past level 95—
Every level of Spirit Power was a sky apart.
And level 99…
At that pinnacle, one reached the "Peerless"—
The realm of the Limit Douluo.
They were beings closest to the elusive God Realm.
In a sense—
A Limit Douluo stood above even Titled Douluo entirely.
Only someone of that level…
Could force all three of them back using merely the leftover energy inside a severed head.
"The Slaughter King…"
Li Zhexian clenched his fist slightly as he said coldly:
"A bat-shaped peerless powerhouse—there is only one. The Slaughter King of the Slaughter City."
"I have seen his true form with my own eyes."
He paused briefly.
Then looked toward Chen Xin and Feng Bailong.
"The Slaughter King true body is a powerful human possessed by a Nine-Headed Bat King."
"You two seniors should know this name."
"His name… was Tang Chen."
"What?!" Chen Xin and Feng Bailong's faces changed drastically.
There was no time to question how Li Zhexian knew such a secret.
Feng Bailong spoke solemnly:
"At the peerless level—there are no weaklings."
"Even Qian Daoliu cannot possibly defeat both Bibi Dong and the Slaughter King at once."
After saying this—
Both men turned toward Li Zhexian.
They all knew the relationship between Li Zhexian and Qian Renxue.
Now that Qian Daoliu's fate was unknown…
With that bond—
Li Zhexian could not sit idly by.
Li Zhexian exhaled slowly.
When he thought of how Xue'er had only ever had her grandfather as her one true blood relative—
His heart ached faintly.
But he also understood:
With his current strength—
He still could not face a Limit Douluo head-on.
Furthermore—
If his personal matters dragged Chen Xin and Feng Bailong into danger—
He would blame himself endlessly.
"Young friend Zhexian."
Feng Bailong spoke at the right moment:
"A battle among three peerless existences… Even if Qian Daoliu was defeated, Bibi Dong and the Slaughter King must also be gravely wounded."
"Perhaps… we could infiltrate the Spirit Hall secretly."
"If the two of them are already spent, it will be the perfect opportunity to act."
"If they still have strength remaining, you can contact your beloved."
"And we will plan from there."
Chen Xin nodded slightly.
"This plan is feasible."
Li Zhexian was never a hesitant person; he cupped his hands and said:
"In that case, I must trouble the two seniors to accompany me on this journey."
...
Spirit Empire
Deep within the divine mountain
A dark, narrow passage descended straight into the earth.
At its end lay a forgotten, lightless prison.
This place was buried deep within the mountain.
It never saw sunlight.
Only patches of faintly glowing green moss clung to the stone walls.
Moisture seeped through the crevices.
Each drop falling to the floor made a chilling, lonely sound.
...
Deepest within the death prison—
Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged.
Two chains—thick as wrists, forged entirely of dark purple Spirit Power—pierced through his shoulder blades, anchoring him into the stone behind him.
"Qian Daoliu, these chains carry the divine power of the Rakshasa God. They corrode your body unceasingly, preventing your injuries from ever recovering."
Bibi Dong's cold voice echoed through the prison.
Qian Daoliu's eyelids quivered.
But he did not speak.
He simply remained seated, face calm, breath steady.
"Hmph. When next you hear news from outside—will be the day I sweep the continent, and erase the Spirit Hall foundation you once guarded."
Bibi Dong sneered.
With a flick of her sleeve, she turned to leave.
At that moment—
A thin streak of dark-purple blood silently slid from the corner of her lips.
A flash of pitch-black murderous intent flickered in her eyes.
Qian Daoliu's strength…
Had far exceeded her expectations.
Even with the Slaughter King fighting beside her,
The result had been mutual destruction and heavy injury.
"He even forced me to use my Undying Body…"
"And the Slaughter King lost four of his heads…"
A chill crept through her heart.
"This battle severely damaged my vitality."
"I may need several months in seclusion to fully recover."
As these thoughts flickered—
As these thoughts passed through her mind, she had already stepped out of the death prison and entered a side hall of the imperial palace.
The Slaughter King stood with his back to her,
His thin, elongated shoulders trembling,
Bones cracking with a sickening sound.
Sensing Bibi Dong's presence—
He abruptly turned around…
A blood-soaked lower limb of a palace maid clamped between his teeth.
With a slight pressure from his jagged fangs,
He crushed the flesh and swallowed it.
"Mm. The blood of those outside the Slaughter City… so pure."
He rasped:
"I felt a sudden urge, so I ate the flesh too."
Bibi Dong leaned lazily upon the imperial throne.
Her eyes swept over the blood winding across the floor.
She frowned faintly.
"I will arrange a special hall for your blood meals."
"When will your injuries heal?"
Heavy hatred surged across the Slaughter King's pale face.
"He severed four of my heads.
I need at least four months before I can return to peak condition."
"Good."
Bibi Dong nodded.
"In four months, we launch the full assault on the Heaven Dou Empire."
She rose slowly, walking toward the window.
Her eyes lifted to the mist-shrouded peak of the Divine Mountain.
"Qian Daoliu is already in my hands. The remaining Worship Elders are nothing but weak chickens—easy to deal with."
A vicious glint flashed in her eyes.
"When that time comes…"
"I will gather all top-ranked Titled Douluo."
"Li Zhexian… let's see where you intend to run."
...
At this moment—
Above Spirit City's skies—
Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and Li Zhexian halted abruptly thousands of meters away, not daring to advance further.
Even from such a distance—
A formless pressure surged toward them.
They could faintly sense…
Halfway up that towering Divine Mountain—
Two terrifying auras were coiled together.
...
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