Not far from the crowd, Bi Ji stood gracefully, her elegant figure exuding grace.
She was surrounded by a dense layer of green soul power, as if draped in a magnificent emerald robe.
This light was a symbol of her immense power, and she firmly held off Qian Jun Douluo and Jiang Mo Douluo.
"That child, you won't be able to harm her!"
"Even we soul beasts know to protect our children, yet you humans are far more vicious, even worse than us soul beasts!"
Upon seeing this, Qian Jun Douluo and Jiang Mo Douluo exchanged a glance and launched a fierce attack almost simultaneously.
In an instant, two surging, dragon-like streams of powerful soul power erupted from their hands, hurtling towards Bi Ji with overwhelming force.
Faced with such a fierce attack, Qianjun Douluo shouted,
"Woman, if you know what's good for you, surrender now to avoid suffering!"
Jiangmo Douluo echoed, "Stop your futile resistance, or today will be your death day!"
However, Biji remained unmoved by the threats of these two powerful enemies.
She simply raised her jade-like arm and gently waved her flowing sleeves.
With her movement, the green light surrounding her instantly condensed into an indestructible shield.
This shield, like an impenetrable wall, firmly withstood the combined fierce attack of Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo.
"Although I'm not skilled in combat, I'm still far superior to the two of you,"
Biji muttered. As she chanted, beams of healing light, full of vitality, descended from the sky, accurately landing on her wounded allies.
These rays of light, like the warm sunshine of spring, quickly soothed the wounds on the bodies of the injured, allowing them to regain their powerful fighting strength.
After doing all this, Bi Ji raised her head, her gaze fixed firmly on Qian Jun Douluo and Jiang Mo Douluo, and said with a cold smile:
"Hmph, you think you can make me back down with your meager abilities? You're just dreaming!"
At this moment, the entire battlefield had fallen into extreme chaos.
The massive shockwaves generated by the intense clash of soul power between the powerful figures caused the ground beneath their feet to tremble violently, as if it were about to crumble at any moment.
Above, various colored lights flashed and shimmered, accompanied by deafening roars that echoed continuously.
Every powerful figure unleashed their most powerful soul skills without reservation, striving with all their might to defeat their opponent.
In an instant, the world was filled with a chilling atmosphere of killing intent…
…
The remaining seven Title Douluos, led by Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, directly confronted Qian Renshang and Gu Yuena, grinning maliciously, believing victory was already assured.
Seven Title Douluo-level or higher powerhouses—they could even contend with a level 98 Super Douluo, and even a powerhouse of Bibi Dong's caliber wouldn't dare claim victory.
Their numerical advantage was overwhelming!
Ghost Douluo's sinister voice rang out:
"You two, please come back with me.
Don't make any more futile struggles."
Chrysanthemum Douluo said expressionlessly, "His Holiness the Pope just ordered me to spare your life!"
"So, you should just give up and avoid further suffering!"
Qian Renshang had been silent since the start of the battle!
Before he came, he never expected that Qian Daoliu would want to kill him.
Just a few months ago, he was still basking in the joy of recognizing his grandfather, thinking that he had gained another family.
But in the end, Qian Daoliu was willing to kill him at all costs for the so-called will of the God of the Capital!
How ridiculous!
He could have endured the darkness if he had never come into contact with the light!
At this moment, his hatred for Qian Daoliu even surpassed that for Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue!
Die!! He wanted him dead!!!
Buzz!
The twelve-winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul behind Qian Renshang, bleeding from tears of blood, continued to expand, and the power of darkness grew stronger.
Qian Renshang's gaze was icy as he swept over the seven Title Douluos, coldly snorting,
"You want my life? Then come on!!"
Gu Yuena also summoned her Silver Dragon Spear, her eyes resolute.
"Today, I will carve a bloody path through!"
"Stubborn fool!"
Ghost Douluo shook his head, and in the next instant, he flashed forward, launching the first attack.
Black soul power transformed into eerie beams of light, shooting towards Qian Renshang and Gu Yuena.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was not to be outdone; the rare flower martial soul in his hand bloomed with dazzling light, releasing powerful soul power fluctuations.
Qian Renshang's twelve-winged Fallen Angel martial soul shone brightly, and with a wave of his black wings, a powerful soul power shield instantly formed, blocking the attacks of Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Gu Yuena danced with her hands, condensing silver soul power into ice cones, which flew towards the seven Title Douluos.
"Hmph, child's play!"
One of the Title Douluos waved his hand, shattering the ice cones.
After all, Gu Yuena was only a Soul Douluo; it was impossible for her to have the level of a Title Douluo in every attack.
Qian Renshang's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Nana, we might really die in this battle.
Are you afraid?"
Gu Yuena nodded and replied, "Hehe... what do you think?"
"Then let's go together!"
The two instantly unleashed powerful soul power, engaging in a fierce battle with the seven Title Douluos.
On the battlefield, the light from the collision of soul power flashed continuously, and the roar was deafening.
Ghost Douluo laughed strangely, "You're just making a futile struggle!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo shouted, "Don't waste words with them, finish this quickly!"
For a time, the two sides fought fiercely, and the situation became increasingly tense.
The audience in the arena watched this sudden battle, dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock and fear.
They had originally expected a wonderful duel, but they never expected it to turn into such a brutal life-or-death battle.
A group of people screamed and began to flee frantically, the scene was chaotic.
The cries of children and the shouts of adults mingled together as people pushed and shoved, trying to escape this terrible place as quickly as possible.
On the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's side, Sword Douluo again asked Ning Fengzhi,
"Sect Master, the situation is so critical, should we help?"
He gripped his longsword tightly, his soul power fluctuating faintly, his eyes anxiously fixed on Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head again, his expression grave, and said, "Wait a little longer.
The situation is still unclear.
If we intervene rashly, it might bring annihilation to the sect."
His brows furrowed, his mind in turmoil.
Sword Douluo was frantic, saying, "But, Qian Renshang and the others probably won't last long."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and said, "We must prioritize the sect's interests and not act impulsively."
Meanwhile, on the other side, the ordinary disciples of the Spirit Hall were also panicked, unsure of what to do.
Some disciples even collapsed to the ground, trembling.
The entire arena seemed to have become a living hell, fear and chaos permeating every corner.
(End of Chapter)
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