"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The icy cold Spider Spears pierced through the air, streaking toward Chen Xiaoming with a chilling gleam. They aimed directly at his eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, and even his lower body—no vital spot was spared.
There was no room for retreat; every escape route had been sealed off with ruthless precision.
"Too slow!"
As the deadly glint magnified before his eyes and the chill reached even beneath him, Chen Xiaoming's voice echoed lightly. In the next instant, his figure turned into a streak of light, slipping past the Spider Spears almost effortlessly, appearing right before Bibi Dong.
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, Bibi Dong, in her Martial Soul True Body form, reacted with spider-like instincts, spitting out a web from her abdomen. But before it could even serve as a defense, Chen Xiaoming's fist had already struck—obliterating the web in an instant and landing directly on her abdomen.
"Puah!"
Her massive spider form was sent hurtling backward, blood spraying into the air. However, as a Level 98 Titled Douluo, Bibi Dong was not so easily defeated. Though severely injured, she still managed to maintain her Martial Soul True Body, preventing it from shattering completely.
"Die!"
Even as his strike landed, a massive iron tail came sweeping in—Golden Crocodile Douluo's attack. Unlike Bibi Dong's assault, this strike was pure, unrelenting force, brimming with explosive might.
The air was violently compressed, producing an ear-splitting roar. As the tail lashed through the air, it stirred up howling winds, its edges gleaming with a terrifying black glow.
"Not enough strength!"
Chen Xiaoming clenched his right fist, silver light converging around it. Soul power erupted from within, pushing his soul bone's strength to the limit. Without even activating his Martial Soul, he wanted to test the full extent of his raw power.
"Boom!"
Another simple punch, yet this one carried even greater force than the last. Silver light flickered briefly before his fist collided with the Crocodile Tail.
An overwhelming force erupted from his punch, sending shockwaves through the air. As his feet barely shifted in midair, the power from his strike traveled straight through the Crocodile Tail and into Golden Crocodile Douluo's body.
A full-powered strike, backed by Level 99 soul power and an entire set of soul bones—even without his Martial Soul—was utterly terrifying.
A peak-level Martial Soul, the strength-type Golden Crocodile King, unleashed its full power, utilizing Martial Soul True Body for its strongest strike… and yet, it was sent flying by a single punch.
A surge of qi and blood roiled within him as the terrifying impact traveled through his tail into his very core. Blood trickled from Golden Crocodile Douluo's lips as shock and unwillingness filled his eyes.
A dignified Level 98 Titled Douluo—utterly defeated.
He couldn't even withstand a single punch.
It truly echoed that old saying:
"A cheat is not bound by age, while a lifetime without one is a waste of a hundred years!"
A mouthful of blood spewed from Golden Crocodile Douluo's mouth. His aura weakened, and though his Martial Soul True Body was still intact, his overall momentum had begun to wane.
In the end, he was simply too old. With Level 98 soul power, he could still fight, but now, injured, his decline was even more severe than Bibi Dong's.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three more figures were sent flying. Unlike Bibi Dong and Golden Crocodile Douluo, these three had neither higher soul power nor powerful Martial Souls. They lacked Bibi Dong's soul bone protection.
Blood sprayed in midair as they crashed heavily onto the ground, their fates uncertain.
Terror. Unstoppable might. Despair.
Bibi Dong's emotions were in turmoil. Only now did she realize the true nature of the existence she had provoked.
She had always been cunning and patient, but her position as the Pope had made her complacent.
Twin Martial Souls. Level 98 soul power. One hundred-thousand-year soul rings. One hundred-thousand-year soul bones.
Each of these was the stuff of legend—every soul master's dream. And yet, she had them all.
Before Chen Xiaoming appeared, she believed that, aside from Qian Daoliu and a select few others, no one could match her.
But now, that arrogant belief had been utterly shattered by Chen Xiaoming—reduced to dust.
One punch, one fallen opponent.
Feeling the rush of battle, Chen Xiaoming prepared to swing his fists again, but… no one dared to step forward.
Confused, he raised his head, meeting the desperate gazes of Bibi Dong, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the others.
Seeing Golden Crocodile Douluo's fading aura, a sense of disappointment settled within him.
"Sigh, too weak."
A soft sigh escaped his lips. He had barely begun enjoying the fight, and yet, after only a few punches, Bibi Dong and the others could no longer endure. What else was there to say?
Perhaps… only the gods could challenge him now.
Yet, when he thought about the gods, he silently shook his head.
Gods may have weaker physical bodies, but they were not weak.
Thinking about the power of a 2nd Class God, Chen Xiaoming decided that patience was still the better path.
If he could delay and gain more experience, he would level up further before taking on the gods.
One day, he would challenge them all—Sea God, War God, Asura God, the God Kings of Death and Destruction. He would defeat them one by one.
As Chen Xiaoming was silently calculating his future battles, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others stared in disbelief at what remained of the Spirit Hall forces.
In such a short time, three more had fallen, and only two remained—both heavily wounded.
They looked at the six battered figures scattered across the battlefield and found themselves speechless.
A similar silence settled over Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo. As a Level 92 Titled Douluo, he had barely existed in this battle.
Everyone had practically forgotten about him.
After all, multiple Level 92 Titled Douluos had already been instantly slain by Chen Xiaoming.
Thinking about his past as the Vice Dean of Shrek Academy, Dugu Bo felt relieved that, back when he bullied Flender and the others, this monster of a man hadn't been around. Otherwise, his grave would have long been covered in three meters of weeds.
"Sigh… you two, let me send you on your way."
Chen Xiaoming glanced at the last two standing. He had already brought the Spirit Hall to this point—what difference would two more Titled Douluos make? Even if one of them was Bibi Dong.
He wouldn't spare her just to preserve the so-called story.
After all, did the story even need Bibi Dong?
Who was to say that, without her, another antagonist—perhaps a "Bibi Xi"—wouldn't rise against Tang San?
Just as he was about to strike, his gaze shifted toward the Worship Hall.
An old man emerged, floating through the air. Despite his advanced age, his body was tall and robust, showing no signs of frailty. Apart from his white hair, there was no evidence that he was over a hundred years old.
With every step he took, the surrounding space seemed to be bathed in a holy radiance.
"Grand Worshipper!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had already given up hope, now showed a glimmer of joy upon seeing the newcomer. Even Bibi Dong, who despised the old man, felt a momentary relief despite her hatred.
Chen Xiaoming gazed at the man, utterly indifferent to his dramatic entrance.
Fine, he could play along for now.
But soon enough, that arrogance would be repaid in kind.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. In the Spirit Hall, there was only one man who could possess such power.
"So, you finally decided to crawl out of your little sanctuary… Angel Douluo, Qian Daoliu!"
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