Chapter 87 Qian Daobai's Tyranny Over Bibi Dong! Blood Flows Like Rivers! Cruelty!
The next moment, Qian Daobai swung his arm down suddenly.
There are no complicated moves, just the simplest and purest vertical slash.
"break."
A single word, uttered softly.
As he swung his sword, the sword energy that had been condensed to its limit behind him suddenly erupted!
However, it is not a single path.
Instead, there are two!
Two thick, golden sword beams, as strong as pillars supporting the sky, were directed at Bibi Dong's clone and main body, one from the left and one from the right!
The thorny clone at the forefront had just touched the golden pillar of light on the left.
Its thorns and poisonous spikes, powerful enough to pierce divine iron, were instantly crushed and vaporized as if made of paper.
Next, there is its armor, and then its body.
In the face of absolute power, all struggles are futile.
The clone didn't even have time to utter a scream before it was completely disintegrated and annihilated within that domineering golden pillar of light, turning into nothingness.
Meanwhile, the Abyss Slash, which Bibi Dong's main body unleashed and was powerful enough to tear through space, met the same fate when it collided with the golden pillar of light on the right.
The emerald green blade of light flickered and struggled wildly, trying to tear open a path to survival.
However, the golden beam of light only trembled slightly.
"Snap—"
A crisp sound.
Abyss Slash, shattered.
It transformed into countless emerald green specks of light, which were then completely swallowed up by the golden pillar of light.
One sword, two parts.
One sword, shattering all laws!
All of Bibi Dong's attacks and hopes vanished under this sword strike.
"No...it's impossible..."
Bibi Dong's pupils shrank to the size of a dangerous pinhead, filled with boundless fear and despair.
However, this is not the end.
After defeating Bibi Dong's attack, Qian Daobai moved.
"Explosive Spirit Sword Technique".
He whispered.
He transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly traversing the distance of space and appearing before Bibi Dong.
The Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand unleashed a power more ferocious than ever before.
That force was like a mountain torrent, a tsunami, and the collapse of the sky and the cracking of the earth!
It crashed hard into Bibi Dong.
"boom--!"
Bibi Dong felt as if she had been hit head-on by a star.
Her soul power defense collapsed instantly.
Her powerful Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul let out a mournful cry under the impact of this violent sword energy, and could no longer maintain its form; its light dimmed instantly.
She could no longer support her body to launch any further attacks.
The power was completely shattered!
Qian Daobai's figure, like a ghost, passed through the center of the energy explosion.
His expression was indifferent, and his sword did not pause for a moment.
"Pfft!"
The golden blade first pierced Bibi Dong's right arm, which was tightly gripping the scythe.
"Pfft!"
Immediately afterwards, the sword was drawn, drawing a string of blood droplets, and mercilessly pierced through her high chest, emerging from her back.
"Ughh ...
A heart-wrenching scream finally burst out of Bibi Dong's mouth uncontrollably.
The excruciating pain, like a tidal wave, overwhelmed every nerve in her body.
Qian Daobai withdrew his longsword expressionlessly.
Bibi Dong's body, like a puppet with its strings cut, fell backward helplessly.
With a "bang," it crashed heavily onto the cold ground.
Blood gushed from the wounds on her arms and chest, quickly forming a glaring pool of blood beneath her.
far away.
Qian Renxue stared blankly at this scene.
From Bibi Dong's thunderous attack to Qian Daobai's counterattack, retaliation, and severe injury.
The whole process happened in the blink of an eye.
The aftershocks from the collision of those two forces were like a raging storm, forcing her to retreat repeatedly and use her soul power to protect her entire body in order to barely stand.
Now, the dust has settled.
She looked at the still upright and unharmed figure, then at the woman lying in a pool of blood, looking utterly miserable.
A tremendous storm raged in Qian Renxue's heart.
That's Bibi Dong!
He is the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and a peerless Douluo of level ninety-eight!
It was someone she once felt was unattainable, someone she even found difficult to look up at!
Yet, even such a powerful being was as fragile as an infant in front of its master.
From beginning to end, the master didn't even move his feet more than a few steps, and he looked... so relaxed and carefree.
Just how powerful is Master?
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong, lying on the ground, was equally shocked.
She struggled to breathe, trying to alleviate the excruciating pain, but each breath caused more blood to gush from the wound in her chest.
What Qian Daobai brought her was no longer surprise.
It was horror! It was terror!
It was a sense of powerlessness that came from the depths of one's soul when facing divine might and punishment.
She didn't want to believe it.
She can't accept it!
I've actually been defeated! utterly utterly powerless to fight back!
Her beautiful purple eyes, which were beginning to glaze over due to blood loss, were fixed on Qian Daobai.
On what grounds?
Why!
Why is it that I gave it my all, burned everything I had, yet couldn't even hurt him in the slightest?
Why is he so powerful!
"Heh...heh..."
A sound like a broken bellows came from Bibi Dong's throat.
Her eyes began to fill with hideous bloodshot veins.
On her pale, paper-white face, veins bulged, distorting her otherwise beautiful features.
Hatred, from the deepest part of her heart, grew and spread wildly.
She desperately wished that everything happening before her eyes was just an illusion, a nightmare.
However, the excruciating pain in her body and the chilling feeling of her life force constantly draining away relentlessly told her that all of this was real.
She lay there on the ground, letting the blood soak through her black armor.
Those long, beautiful legs that once outlined an extremely alluring curve were now stretched out helplessly, stained with dust and blood, yet still possessing a breathtaking beauty.
She stared intently at the man who was unbelievably calm.
If hatred in one's eyes could materialize.
At this moment, Qian Daobai was already enveloped and entangled by that endless hatred, and dragged into the darkest abyss.
Qian Daobai looked at her indifferently, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.
He never showed mercy to his enemies.
He slowly raised the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand.
The sword tip was aimed at Bibi Dong's heart.
With this one sword strike, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, this peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine, will completely disappear from this world.
Bibi Dong lay in a pool of blood, feeling the cold sword intent that locked onto her soul, and a fear called "death" arose in her heart.
She tried to struggle and dodge, but her body, pierced by the evil-slaying sword energy, couldn't even move a finger.
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