The Douluo Continent is vast.
The Star Dou Forest, the Extreme North, the Evildmon Forest, and the endless seas—all nurture auspicious beasts that carry the fortune of heaven and earth.
Yet among these auspicious beasts—
The sword-bearing Yazi is uniquely special.
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion is bound to fate, the Yun Ji Bai Ze understands all things, but the sword-bearing Yazi… governs slaughter.
The word "slaughter" alone weighs as heavy as a thousand mountains.
Every one of its Spirit Abilities is a fight to the death; every move draws blood. Its ferocious killing intent reigns supreme in the world.
At the instant the blood-red Yazi stepped forward with its sword—
A vast, icy killing aura swept across the land.
Even peerless experts like Bibi Dong and the Slaughter King felt their hearts tighten.
"Bibi Dong… this is the 'junior' you were talking about?"
The Slaughter King's voice was hoarse, tinged with both shock and fury.
The reason he had agreed to intervene was twofold.
First, Bibi Dong had promised to help him establish a blood-soaked dominion.
Second, he had believed the opponent to be nothing more than a youth who had survived the Slaughter City—talented, perhaps, but insignificant.
Who could have imagined—
That this battle would cost him three heads.
Fresh blood streamed down his neck.
Staining his pale face a vivid crimson.
Making the red glow in his eyes all the more terrifying.
"If you think of retreating now, it's already too late."
Bibi Dong lightly stroked her Rakshasa Scythe and sneered:
"I know this child's temperament better than anyone."
"Since you've made a move today, you have already formed a mortal enmity with him."
"If you're confident you can face him alone in the future, then feel free to leave now."
Hearing this—
The Slaughter King's expression darkened further.
"I know my own limits—who are you to lecture me?!"
He abruptly raised his hand and plunged it into the churning blood mist.
With a shrill metallic scraping sound, he yanked out a weathered chain buried deep within the mist.
This was the Slaughter King's weapon—the Blood Abyss Chain Flail, an evil arm forged from the essence of countless lives' blood.
"Roar—!"
At this moment—
Li Zhexian's injuries had stabilized slightly, and he flipped onto the Yazi's back.
Under the trembling gazes of Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling… Yu Tianheng, and the others—
The Yazi shot into the sky, trailing a blood-red arc across the heavens.
"Fifth Spirit Ability— Vengeful Retribution."
"Roar—!"
Li Zhexian's icy shout and the Yazi's thunderous roar rang out together.
In that instant—
Every wound Li Zhexian had suffered throughout this desperate battle transformed into surging slaughter power, flooding violently into the Yazi's body.
Li Zhexian slammed his palm downward, borrowing the force to launch himself into the air.
Beneath him, the Yazi threw back its head and howled.
Like a blood-colored hurricane tearing through space itself, it lunged straight toward Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong's pupils shrank sharply.
She swept out the Rakshasa Scythe, her purple Spirit Power instantly condensing into an indestructible barrier in an attempt to block the charging Yazi.
However—
A faint, crisp sound rang out.
The barrier imbued with Rakshasa divine power was pierced as though it were nothing at all.
This Spirit Ability, carrying a trace of karmic causality, possessed a priority that surpassed even impure divine power.
This strike—was unavoidable.
The Yazi's blood-filled jaws snapped shut.
Though it did not crush Bibi Dong outright, it clamped her between its crimson fangs.
In the next instant—
All the damage Li Zhexian had endured during the previous life-and-death battle—
the impacts of multiple domains, the exhaustion of Spirit Power, the tearing of flesh, the shattering of bones—
All of it erupted within Bibi Dong at once.
"Pff—!"
Bibi Dong vomited blood violently.
Droplets splashed across her pale yet still striking face.
Her body—tempered countless times by Rakshasa divine power—now emitted dense cracking sounds.
Spiderweb-like fissures burst outward from within, spreading across her arms, neck, and even her face.
The terrifying impact sent her crashing down from midair, slamming into the ravaged earth below.
Boom—!!!
As the dust slowly settled—
At the bottom of the deep crater, Bibi Dong knelt on one knee, her aura extremely weakened.
And just as this world fell into silence…
She actually propped herself up on the demon scythe, her body trembling violently as she staggered, inch by inch, back to her feet.
A sudden gust of wind swept by.
It blew away the disheveled hair from her forehead.
Revealing a deathly pale face twisted into a horrifying smile.
"Heh… heh heh… hahahahaha!"
She threw her head back, releasing broken, intermittent laughter that quickly descended into madness.
"Li Zhexian… is this your final trump card?"
With every word she spoke,
Blood spilled uncontrollably from her mouth.
"Karma and slaughtering power… truly formidable."
She gripped the demon scythe tightly.
A venomous gleam flickered in her eyes.
"But how much strength… do you still have left?"
"Unfortunately… you still cannot kill me."
"Today… you are destined to fall here, hahahahaha!"
Listening to Bibi Dong's mockery,
Not the slightest trace of fear appeared on Li Zhexian's pale face.
He had never believed that this single Spirit Ability could truly kill Bibi Dong.
After all—
He himself had endured these injuries.
There was no reason a Limit Douluo who had completed the Eighth God Trial could not endure them as well.
"Cough, cough!"
Li Zhexian coughed lightly, sending waves of agony through his body on the verge of collapse.
He did not fear the future.
Because he had already seen a corner of it.
The Qinglian Sword shattered…
The Clear Spring Wine Gourd ran dry…
Blood clouds filled the sky, washing across ten thousand miles, with blood rain falling for three days and three nights before finally stopping...
Fortunately—
That blood rain was not foul; it nourished the land instead.
It seemed that one year later—
Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong… those senior figures of his…
And Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing… Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng… those dear friends of his…
Would gather together in the storyteller's tea stall in HeavenDou City, bringing the wine and delicacies he loved.
"The future is like flowers seen through mist…"
"I may glimpse its veins…"
"But what the truth truly is… who can say for certain…"
"No need to worry over illusions…"
"I only need to cut down the enemy before me…"
Buzz—!
Buzz—!
Beneath Li Zhexian's feet, the eight once-dim Spirit Rings flared with dazzling brilliance once more.
It was still the fifth Spirit Ring, cleansing and surging with slaughtering intent.
"Fifth Spirit Ability — Yazi's Judgment."
This was the second Spirit Ability of the Yazi Spirit Ring.
It could select a wound inflicted by him on the opponent, ignoring distance and time, and detonate that injury tenfold.
"The injuries I endured, you can also endure..."
"But what about ten times over?"
Bibi Dong seemed to sense something and was instantly seized by bone-chilling dread. She let out a sharp, hatred-filled shriek, each word dripping with venom:
"Li Zhexian!!"
As the three syllables fell—
The blood-red Yazi manifested once more, clamping her within its gaping jaws as its fangs snapped shut.
Boom—!!!!!
Bibi Dong spewed blood again, mixed with shattered fragments of internal organs.
Invisible hands tore wildly inside her body. The flesh at her left shoulder exploded into a cloud of blood, exposing the stark white of her shoulder blade before it shattered inch by inch and sprayed outward.
The crisp crack of breaking bone made countless scalps go numb. Her leg bones collapsed segment by segment as if crushed, leaving only a single twisted tendon connecting bone and flesh.
More catastrophic collapse followed.
Her abdomen caved inward, skin ripping apart to reveal mangled organs inside, mixed with pulp-like flesh churning violently.
In almost an instant—
Bibi Dong was like a porcelain doll smashed apart.
Amid continuous wet tearing sounds and the cracking of bones,
She was ravaged by that terrifying power born of karma and slaughter, nearly breaking into pieces.