Spirit City.
Halfway up the Divine Mountain.
Inside a deep, secluded side hall—
Huu…
Huu…
Upon the imperial throne,
Bibi Dong sat with eyes tightly closed, her breathing long and steady.
With each inhale and exhale,
the ever-burning lamps on both sides of the hall shifted from dim yellow to eerie purple.
The wavering light
bathed the entire hall in a strange, unfathomable glow.
At a certain moment—
the flames turned completely dark purple.
Bibi Dong's luxurious ceremonial robe fluttered without wind, her ink-black hair rising behind her.
Lines of dark purple markings spread across her exquisite face like living creatures—under the sinister light, she appeared half-demon, half-enchantress.
A terrifying aura—so strong it warped the very air—erupted from her body in all directions.
Her eyes snapped open.
Profound purple pupils pierced through the air as though through empty space.
Behind her,
a slender demonic silhouette wielding a Rakshasa scythe flashed in and out of existence—an entity seeming to stand above heaven and earth.
"More than four months… at last my injuries are fully recovered."
Bibi Dong's lips curved, her whisper carrying a chill of satisfaction:
"Recovered—no, even stronger than before."
"But…"
"Only death and resentment born of war can help me perfectly complete the nine Rakshasa Trials."
Just as she spoke—
she sensed something and suddenly turned her head toward the outside of the hall.
Above the sky—
a massive five-headed bat phantom spread across the heavens, blood clouds churning, its shrieks shaking the world.
Then—
four more fierce heads split forth from its form.
The Slaughter King had also regained his peak!
The smile on Bibi Dong's lips deepened.
"Yue Guan, Gui Mei…"
From the shadows on both sides of the hall,
two figures wreathed in deathly aura stepped out—
the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
"Summon Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, Glowing Feather… and Falling Devil."
...
In less than half a minute—
BOOM!
BOOM!
The hall doors exploded inward.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei were blasted back into the hall, crashing heavily to the floor, dark mist collapsing from their bodies, their forms nearly shattered.
Led by Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo, the six Worship Elders strode in, looking coldly down at the two fallen Titled Douluo.
"Two useless things—clinging to life as undead, disgracing the title of Spirit Hall Elders!"
Yue Guan and Gui Mei remained silent, helping each other to stand.
Those who have already died once no longer fear humiliation.
To be able to stay together was already a great fortune.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's gaze turned razor sharp as he pointed directly at Bibi Dong atop the throne.
"Bibi Dong!"
"How dare you!"
"As the Pope, you colluded with an outside enemy and plotted against the Grand Worship!"
"If you do not give us the Grand Worship's whereabouts today, then even if it means mutual destruction—we will make you pay!"
"Mutual destruction?"
Bibi Dong leaned lazily on the throne and let out a chilling, rising laugh.
"Heh… hahahahahaha!"
Rustle—
Rustle—
Her slender body trembled lightly as she laughed, the beads and jewels on her phoenix crown clinking together.
Threads of eerie purple Spirit Power seeped out between the clashing ornaments and spread toward Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, and the other four Worship Elders.
The six elders' expressions changed instantly.
In the next moment—
six tremendous auras exploded forth.
Spirit Rings shot upward from under their feet.
Without the slightest hesitation—
all six activated their ninth Spirit Rings simultaneously.
The grand display of Spirit Ability manifestations shook the hall to its foundations, nearly tearing it apart.
Just at this critical moment, a phantom of a pale-green Spider Emperor condensed behind Bibi Dong.
Nine Spirit Rings ascended in response: Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red, Black, Black, Red!
This shocking Spirit Ring configuration caused the Spirit Power circulating in the six Golden Crocodile and the others to instantly stagnate.
The next moment, Bibi Dong stood up straight. The nine Spirit Rings suddenly expanded.
Like a raging tide, her power surged outward with tyrannical force, completely engulfing the six Worship Elders' Spirit Rings.
Boom!
Boom!
Muffled detonations rang out again and again.
Spirit Power clashed wildly within the great hall, which had been locked down by her domain.
Starting with Falling Devil, the six Worship Elder were successively defeated, staggering backward, their faces pale, their eyes filled with horror.
The last time, Bibi Dong had severely injured Golden Crocodile with a single strike.
From then on, they understood that the current Bibi Dong was terrifyingly strong—an existence on the same level as the Grand Worship himself.
They had come today fully prepared for a fight to the death.
But they had never imagined—
the gap would be this overwhelming.
Bibi Dong slowly descended from the high platform.
With every step she took, the pressure around her increased by several points.
By the time she stood before them,
that crushing aura condensed into dark-purple currents and slammed downward.
The six Worship Elders felt as if they were bearing the weight of a mountain. Even circulating their Spirit Power at full strength, they could barely hold on.
"You don't understand..."
"What the Limit Douluo realm is."
A cold smile lifted Bibi Dong's lips.
There was a time—
even with twin Martial Soul and Spirit Power at Level 98, she had still felt dread toward Qian Daoliu.
Because beyond Level 99 lay an entirely different world—
the limit of human existence.
Below the gods—there are no rivals.
To defeat the Limit Douluo, one must be a Limit Douluo.
At that thought, Bibi Dong's smile suddenly froze.
She remembered that white-robed young man—
who, at the level of a Spirit Saint, had slain a Titled Douluo.
"If Li Zhexian ever reaches the Titled realm… he might truly be able to fight a Limit Douluo."
A trace of ferocity flickered in her eyes as her gaze fell once more upon the struggling Elders.
"Qian Daoliu is indeed in my hands."
"When the Spirit Empire marches on Heaven Dou, I want all of you to deal with Heaven Dou's Titled Douluo…"
"Pah!"
Before she could finish,
Glowing Feather spat angrily.
"Bibi Dong… using the Grand Worship to threaten us… keep dreaming…"
"Even if the Grand Worship were here… he would never allow the Worship Hall… to be controlled by a twisted Pope like you…"
BOOM—
A blast of dark-purple Spirit Power erupted from Bibi Dong's palm and struck Glowing Feather squarely in the chest.
"Pff!"
Blood sprayed from Glowing Feather's mouth as he was flung across the hall and slammed into the wall.
Even with the domain suppressing the damage—
cracks still spider-webbed across the stone.
Sliding down the wall, he pushed himself up shakily, face white as paper.
"The Worship Hall does have backbone."
"No matter…"
"I'll kill you all first. Then I'll behead Qian Daoliu."
Bibi Dong walked to the window, gazing toward the summit of the Divine Mountain. Her voice was soft, yet colder than ice:
"And after that…"
"I will send Qian Renxue, and the Angel inheritance you guard so dearly—together—to the afterlife."
She turned back toward them,
watching their faces twist in shock.
"Tell me… shall I do it, or not?"
"Bibi Dong…"
Golden Crocodile clenched his teeth, roaring hoarsely:
"You... are utterly monstrous..."
But Bibi Dong only smiled. Her voice echoed through the vast hall, carrying a hypnotic, demonic charm:
"I know your concerns…"
"The Angel's grace shines upon all… how could it favor only one person…"
"When she becomes a god… the little affection between Qian Renxue and Li Zhexian… will vanish like smoke…"
"Your choices today are for the sake of the inheritance… once she ascends… she will understand."
Watching the six elders slowly bow under the pressure, her smile deepened.
She had already expected it—
Qian Renxue's absence proved that the six elders had deliberately withheld today's desperate plan from her.
"Everyone has a weakness…"
"But I am the Rakshasa…"
"A god's heart is perfect—without flaws to exploit."
Bibi Dong returned to the imperial seat, looking down at the silent Worship Elders. Her voice drifted lightly, yet dripped with blood:
"Three days from now, the army marches."
"We will flatten Heaven Dou."