Tuoba Xi, even when facing a Titled Douluo, could still hold his ground for two hundred breaths.
But now—
After clashing head-on with Li Zhexian once, he was gravely injured, and fear began to creep into his heart.
This scene—
—left everyone watching from outside the secret realm utterly stunned.
"What a terrifying Li Zhexian!"
"Is Li Zhexian's sword truly that sharp?!"
"Titled Douluo-level power! He really has Titled Douluo-level strength! What will his title be?!"
"What a terrifying Li Zhexian!"
"Is Li Zhexian's sword truly that sharp?!"
"Titled-level combat power—he really possesses it! What will his title be?!"
"Your Holiness!" Yue Guan gritted his teeth.
"This child…"
"I can no longer take him down easily!"
"No matter."
Bibi Dong's slender hands overlapped lightly before her waist.
Her breathtaking, regal face remained serene, embodying the majesty of the Pope.
As she gazed at the white-robed youth displaying his brilliance within the Secret Realm, a fierce and covetous light flashed in her purple eyes.
"Li Zhexian…"
"You will help this Pope…"
"…complete the Eighth Trial of the Rakshasa God."
...
Atop the Divine Mountain.
"So this secret realm truly is a divine inheritance domain."
The several Worship Elders put away their earlier ease, faces turning grave.
"We long suspected Bibi Dong had gained a god's inheritance."
"What an evil aura…"
"It's utterly opposed to the divinity of the Angel God!"
"Which evil deity could it be?"
...
"Third Grandfather, Fourth Grandfather—"
At that moment, Qian Renxue alighted beside them.
After greeting the Worship Elders, her beautiful eyes turned toward the image of the Secret Realm, full of worry.
"Li Zhexian is truly a monster."
Azure Luan Douluo stood with hands clasped behind his back, his voice cool and even:
"A Spirit Emperor with the might of a Titled Douluo—I have never heard of such a thing."
"I once thought he would still have to chase after your footsteps."
"But now…"
"Even with the Angel God's inheritance, you might not be his match, Xue'er."
Hearing this, the Mighty Lion Douluo, Glowing Feather Douluo, Fifteen Ton Douluo, and Falling Devil Douluo all looked in surprise at Azure Luan Douluo.
Their third brother was notoriously proud, eyes set above all others—
For him to offer such praise was no small matter.
"Thank you, Third Grandfather."
Qian Renxue's lips curved in a faint smile.
Hearing Li Zhexian praised pleased her even more than if they had praised her.
But then her slender hand clenched tightly.
"But this divine inheritance secret realm…"
If that woman dared harm Li Zhexian—
She would show her that even a divine's secret realm could be forcibly broken open.
...
Within the Secret Realm.
Tuoba Xi's repeated attacks were useless; every path of retreat was sealed.
It was as if every step he took had already been foreseen by Li Zhexian.
At last, Tuoba Xi stopped running and decided to gamble everything.
"Li Zhexian! Do you think you've already won?!"
"Roar——!"
The White-Armored Earth Dragon roared skyward, shaking mountains and forests.
Tuoba Xi stood upon its head, his expression grim, killing intent flooding the air.
"Kill——!"
The Earth Dragon charged, its massive body quaking the ground. Trees shattered, rocks turned to dust—a scene of total annihilation.
Li Zhexian held the Qinglian Sword in hand.
Seven distinct sword intents swirled around him—
Starlight, frost and flame, pure wind and thunder—each flickered in turn.
His white robes fluttered as he rushed straight toward the dragon-mounted Tuoba Xi.
Boom!
Boom!
Their battle—
—was cataclysmic.
Sword qi scattered like starlight rain.
Blood-stained white dragon scales fell like snow.
Sword intent crisscrossed wildly; Spirit Abilities clashed fiercely. Towering trees toppled like grass before a storm.
"Sect Master Tuoba—you've grown old."
Li Zhexian reversed his grip on the sword; the tip flicked upward, thrusting at Tuoba Xi's throat.
Tuoba Xi's face changed drastically—he leaned back in panic, yet still too late.
Slash!
The sword edge sliced through his Spirit Power armor,
leaving a long gash across his neck.
Hot blood sprayed into the air, the searing pain twisting Tuoba Xi's face into a snarl of rage.
"Eighth Spirit Ability—Draconic Cataclysm!"
Spirit Power surged like a flood.
The White-Armored Earth Dragon opened its maw wide—
Buzz—!Buzz—!
The air trembled with a violent hum.
A torrent of white dragon's breath, carrying destructive power, burst forth—hot as molten hell descending upon the world.
But Li Zhexian's body had already become one with his sword qi.
An instant before the dragon breath erupted, he had flashed a hundred meters away.
"Damn it!"
Tuoba Xi's eyes nearly split open, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He flung out his hand.
The dragon's breath chased after Li Zhexian in a sweeping arc.
Boom—!
Boom—!
Searing heat mingled with draconic might; wherever it passed, trees and stones vanished into nothingness.
This was the ultimate Spirit Ability of a peak Spirit Douluo—
Even a newly advanced Titled Douluo would shy from it.
However—
Before countless disbelieving eyes—
Li Zhexian dealt with it effortlessly.
It was as though he could foresee every move.
Each time, just a heartbeat before the dragon breath struck, he transformed into sword light and gracefully evaded.
In the air, threads of sharp, pure sword qi wove a net.
The youth in white danced freely within that lattice of blades.
"Why… why can you predict my every move?!"
"Pff—!"
Once might have been luck—
But every time? That was absolute dominance.
His strongest Spirit Ability was being nullified as if it were nothing.
Rage and despair made the wounded Tuoba Xi cough blood madly.
They battled until heaven and earth dimmed—
Yet while he lay on the verge of death, Li Zhexian's sword grew only fiercer, his momentum ever-rising.
"This youth truly has Titled-level strength!"
"Perhaps even beyond a new Titled Douluo!"
Tuoba Xi finally faced reality.
Desperation surged; he hastily pulled out his escape key.
His five fingers clenched—about to crush it—
But in that instant—
The ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring beneath Li Zhexian's feet flared blood-red, staining the forest as if in fresh gore.
"Sixth Spirit Ability – Mirage Sword Reflection!"
An invisible blade slipped through space itself, striking straight between Tuoba Xi's brows.
It caused no physical harm—
Yet his fingers froze mid-motion, key uncrushed.
A dazed confusion filled his eyes.
"I… why was I about to crush the key?"
"No… something's wrong—it's Li Zhexian! Damn it!!"
The instant realization returned—
A swordlight flashed across him.
Pfft!
His head flew skyward.
Blood sprayed several meters high.
Tuoba Xi's eyes were wide open—filled with rage, fear, and disbelief.
With a final mournful cry, the White Armored Earth Dragon shattered into dust.
Tuoba Xi's head and body fell heavily to the ground.
The former Elder of Spirit Hall—
Eighty-ninth-level Spirit Douluo—Tuoba Xi—
Had fallen.
Li Zhexian landed lightly.
His Qinglian Sword tilted toward the ground, blood dripping slowly from its tip.
He glanced at the corpse—no "Command Banner" bursting forth—his expression calm.
"I told you…"
"Today, I would kill you."
With that—
His white robes fluttered.
His figure blurred into a streak of sword light, vanishing hundreds of meters away.
...
Outside the secret realm,
Tens of thousands of Spirit Masters in Spirit City stared upward at the image of the youth's graceful departure after slaying his foe, struck utterly speechless.
"Tuoba Xi is dead!"
"Li Zhexian killed Tuoba Xi so easily!"
"Tuoba Xi didn't even manage to use his escape key against him!"
"What happened in that last instant?! Did Li Zhexian truly control his mind?!"
"A youth… with Titled Douluo-level power! When will Li Zhexian be conferred his title?!"
By the drum tower, a Spirit Master leaned against a beam, face flushed with excitement.
"Today!"
"It will be today!"