Three radiant amplification lights descended one after another onto the Qinglian Sword.
Beneath Li Zhexian's feet, his seventh Spirit Ring abruptly flared with brilliant golden light, even vaporizing and purifying the drifting ashes of evil qi that floated close.
"Seventh Spirit Ability — Martial Soul True Body!"
Three amplification Spirit Abilities, layered upon a million-year Martial Soul True Body.
At this moment—
The Qinglian Sword in Li Zhexian's hand erupted with pale-gold sword qi that shot straight into the heavens.
That annihilating sword intent—surpassing even ultimate sharpness—made the surrounding space itself tremble in fear, rippling visibly.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Clear, resonant sword cries rang out endlessly.
The nine sword-intent Qinglian Swords surrounding Li Zhexian burst forth with blazing sword light of differing attributes.
The lights intertwined and converged, forging a colossal wall of sword qi that spanned heaven and earth, stretching for tens of thousands of meters.
The godly palm descended, its shadow swallowing the sky.
Li Zhexian raised the Qinglian Sword and slashed upward with ferocity.
Boom boom boom boom boom—!
Boom boom boom boom boom—!
Annihilating sword qi and Rakshasa divine power tore into one another.
That massive palm—covering dozens of miles—was forced to halt in midair, unable to descend even an inch further.
In the next instant—
before countless disbelieving gazes—
the roaring wall of sword qi tore open a massive gash in the seemingly invincible palm.
Along with it, a single finger was severed cleanly at the root, crashing down into the dust below.
Dark-purple divine blood poured forth like a breached flood.
It streamed down from the wrist in twisting rivulets—
each drop as heavy as a mountain.
"Aaaargh!!"
Bibi Dong let out a piercing shriek, laced with pain and venomous hatred.
She had never imagined that a mortal body could wound her newly ascended divine form.
At the same time, Li Zhexian's body shuddered violently. His face turned deathly pale as blood surged from his mouth, staining half his robes red.
Yet he still clenched his teeth tightly, gripping the Qinglian Sword that hummed violently in his hand.
Without waiting to steady his breath, he transformed into a streak of light—
Actively charging toward the divine figure within the dark-purple pillar.
The Qinglian Sword flared with brilliance.
The Clear Spring Wine Gourd revolved around him.
Spirit Abilities erupted in rapid succession.
In his eyes, the glazed sword mark spun madly. Relying on the Spirit Ability Mirage Sword Reflection, he forced himself to discern Bibi Dong's near space-warping movement trajectories.
But how could the will-driven actions of a semi-god be easily perceived by mortals?
Two streams of bloody tears slid from the corners of his eyes, carving shocking streaks across his pale face.
Yet Li Zhexian kept swinging his sword!
With every strike—
One of the nine sword-intent Qinglian Swords surrounding him dimmed, pouring all the sword intent it had accumulated over his lifetime into the Qinglian Sword itself!
This was a fighting style that burned everything away!
It was an explosion of power fueled by his very foundation of sword dao and his life's origin—forcing an attack far beyond his limits!
Boom boom boom boom—!
Boom boom boom boom—!
High in the sky,
two figures collided at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye.
Golden sword light and purple divine power detonated repeatedly, like fleeting yet brilliant fireworks igniting across the darkened heavens.
Ten exchanges!
Twenty exchanges!
Thirty exchanges!
Li Zhexian clashed head-on with semi-god Bibi Dong for dozens of blows!
His white robes were completely soaked in blood, his body covered in spiderweb-like cracks, as if he were a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering.
His aura had weakened to the extreme.
Only his eyes—streaming with bloody tears—still burned with a near-indifferent, ironclad resolve.
On the battlefield below,
watching the youth who raised his sword against a god time and again,
Li Zhexian's seniors, his friends, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire were all in tears.
"Li Zhexian."
"You have surprised me yet again."
"Had I not ascended to godhood today, you truly might have slain two Limit Douluo."
Within the dark-purple pillar, Bibi Dong's aura grew ever more vast with each collision.
The evil qi blanketing heaven and earth was nearly solidifying into an abyss itself. The contraction of the pillar was nearing completion—her divine body was about to fully solidify.
"But…"
"It's time to end this."
Bibi Dong's voice rang out, cold and utterly merciless.
Seizing the brief moment of exhaustion after a direct clash,
she clenched her five fingers.
The phantom of the Rakshasa Scythe shattered in her grip, and all the surging Rakshasa divine power converged into her palm. She then pierced through layers of sword screens and struck Li Zhexian squarely in the chest.
"Pff—"
The sound of flesh being pierced rang out, sharp as tearing silk.
Li Zhexian's body stiffened; his weary eyes snapped wide open.
He slowly lowered his head.
And saw the hand protruding from his chest.
He could even feel it—
the chilling sensation spreading from behind,
as his heart was torn free from his body.
"No!!!"
Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan… everyone screamed in grief until their eyes split, charging forward like madmen.
And at that very moment—
the dark-purple pillar of light contracted by a fraction.
It was about to fully merge into Bibi Dong's body.
A vast, boundless divine power—one that made all living beings tremble—swept across heaven and earth, blasting everyone who rushed forward violently away.
"Godhood is within arm's reach."
Bibi Dong held in her hand that seven-orificed heart entwined with golden light, looking down coldly and maliciously at Li Zhexian as his life slipped away.
"Li Zhexian, I told you... you must perish today."
With that—
She slowly closed her five fingers.
Under the gaze of despair and sorrow from Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others who were staggering back to their feet, Li Zhexian's heart burst open.
But... it was not blood that burst forth.
Instead, it was wisps of dark-red petals.
Li Zhexian—who should have been dead—slowly lifted his head. From his eyes, where blood had long since dried, a deep crimson glow gradually flared.
Beneath his feet,
eight Spirit Rings rose one after another.
That long-sealed fourth Spirit Ring suddenly radiated an eerie red light.
Then it violently expanded, instantly surpassing the others in size and standing towering at the center.
The blood-red patterns upon it spread like living things, staining the entire ring in moments—its color wickedly vivid, even surpassing that of a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring.
Immediately after—
this demonic blood-colored Spirit Ring began to melt.
Like blood tears dissolving.
Drop by drop…
they fell upon his shattered body.
A hollow, hoarse voice slowly rose from his throat:
"Fourth Spirit Ability — Calamity Rebirth."
Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen all trembled faintly, then closed their eyes in powerless despair.
Memories surged back like a tide.
That battle before the Pope's Palace years ago felt as vivid as yesterday.
Back then, Li Zhexian had burned everything away just the same—ascending to the very limits of existence.
With the body of a mere Spirit Ancestor, he had nailed Bibi Dong to death with a single sword strike.
After that sword—
the boy's vitality had been exhausted, leaving him no different from a corpse.
It was Zhu Zhuqing, feeding him the Yearning Heartbroken Red from her own heart, who barely wrested his life back from death.
But now…
where in this world could there be a second immortal herb to extend the boy's life?
"Zhexian… cough, cough…"
Zhu Zhuqing's vision blurred with tears. Blood and tears mingled as they slid from the corners of her lips, while Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, both sobbing uncontrollably, supported her.
"Brother Zhexian!!"
Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, Feng Xiaotian, and the others let out heart-rending cries.
The hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire stood in deathly silence.
Only suppressed sobbing broke the stillness, speaking of a single, shared sorrow.
Between heaven and earth—
all sound fell away.
Only the lone youth standing before a god remained, his broken body completely soaked in crimson.
A ferocious, vast, blood-red aura—no weaker than that of a semi-god—erupted violently from Li Zhexian's body, shooting straight into the clouds…
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