Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

Just now, he tried to use his divine pressure, at the level of a demigod, to force this arrogant and ignorant holy son, who dared to insult the angel god as a "birdman," to kneel down.

He thought that even if he used only one ten-thousandth of his power, it would be enough to make a brat who had just awakened his martial soul and whose soul power was only level thirteen be terrified and kneel down to beg for mercy.

But he was wrong.

That's completely wrong!

The moment his divine pressure touched the child, the rusty longsword that Qian Daoliu had always regarded as scrap metal suddenly awoke like an enraged, world-destroying beast!

There were no flashing spirit rings, and no special effects of martial spirit possession.

Yes, it was an aura of destruction that was pure to the extreme and domineering to the extreme!

Qian Daoliu clearly felt that the sacred aura he was so proud of was instantly burned away when it came into contact with the dark red heat emanating from the iron sword, like a raging fire meeting snow. It had no chance to struggle and was burned to ashes in an instant!

That wasn't ordinary fire!

That is the fire of death, capable of incinerating all laws and ignoring all hierarchical suppression!

"Old man."

Just as Qian Daoliu's mind was in turmoil, Su Chen in the center of the hall slowly raised his head.

He maintained the posture of holding the sword with one hand, his back straight, like a long spear piercing the sky.

There was no fear in those deep black eyes when facing a peerless Douluo; there was only endless indifference and a hint of mockery.

"Your proud god seems... to be melting away with my sword."

Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, and even carried a touch of childish naiveté, but to Qian Daoliu's ears, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, making his eardrums buzz.

"presumptuous!"

Qian Daoliu finally recovered from his extreme shock.

How could a high-ranking official like him show any fear in front of a six-year-old child?

If this gets out, how will Qian Daoliu maintain his position in the Spirit Hall?

Where is the majesty of the angels and gods?

"Boy, don't be so arrogant! Today I'll see what kind of evil creature you are, daring to blaspheme the gods!"

Qian Daoliu roared angrily, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Buzz—!"

In an instant, golden light shone brightly inside the Douluo Hall!

Eight black and one red!

Nine terrifying spirit rings, representing the pinnacle of power in the Douluo Continent, rose up from beneath Qian Daoliu's feet!

At the same time, a six-winged angel phantom, tens of feet tall and radiating endless holy light, materialized behind Qian Daoliu.

The six enormous golden wings slowly unfurled, as if to shroud the entire Douluo Palace within them.

A level 99 Limit Douluo, with all martial souls activated!

At this moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth above the entire Wuhun City surged wildly.

Countless powerful figures from the Spirit Hall looked up in terror at the peak of Mount Gongfu. The terrifying pressure, as if a god had descended, made all the Soul Masters below the Title Douluo level tremble and kneel on the ground.

"Great Master, please calm your anger!"

Just then, an anxious yet authoritative female voice came from outside the hall.

"boom!"

From the direction of the Papal Palace, a terrifying pillar of purplish-black light shot into the sky. As nine equally breathtaking spirit rings flashed, Bibi Dong's figure appeared outside the gate of the Douluo Palace as if by teleportation.

Holding the papal scepter, her exquisite face was covered in frost, and her phoenix eyes were fixed on Qian Daoliu inside the hall.

"Qian Daoliu, Su Chen is the Holy Son I personally appointed! If you dare to lay a finger on him, I, Bibi Dong, will fight to the death today to raze your Hall of Worship to the ground!"

Bibi Dong's voice was icy cold, carrying an undeniable resolve.

She had just sensed the terrifying fluctuations emanating from the Douluo Palace in the Papal Palace, and fearing for Su Chen's safety, she activated her Martial Soul True Body without hesitation and rushed over.

Even when facing the unfathomable Qian Daoliu, she would never back down an inch in order to protect this disciple who brought her endless shock and hope!

"Bibi Dong, don't try to intimidate me with your status as the Pope!"

Qian Daoliu glanced coldly at Bibi Dong, "This brat openly insulted the Angel God within the Douluo Hall and even used demonic power to attempt to destroy the statue! Such a rebellious scoundrel will surely be a scourge to the Spirit Hall if left alive!"

"The idol melted down?"

Bibi Dong was taken aback upon hearing this, and her gaze instinctively turned towards the depths of the main hall.

When she saw the six-winged angel statue dripping golden liquid, and the slender figure standing proudly before the statue, holding a rusty iron sword, under the pressure of level ninety-nine, Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

How...how is this possible?!

That's an angel statue! It's a sacred object containing a trace of divine power!

It actually... was melted by the broken sword in Su Chen's hand that didn't even have a spirit ring attached?!

Bibi Dong felt her worldview was being challenged like never before. She had thought she had overestimated the potential of Su Chen's martial soul, but now it seemed she had been too conservative!

This is not some top-grade mutated martial soul at all; this is simply... a dimensional being that transcends the rules of this world!

"Evil power?"

Just as Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong were facing off, Su Chen in the center of the hall suddenly smiled.

His laughter was soft, yet it carried a sense of aloofness and disdain that looked down upon all living beings.

"Old man, your vision is limited to this mere Douluo Continent, and to that birdman with six wings."

Su Chen slowly raised the shallow sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword at Qian Daoliu in mid-air.

"Your so-called unparalleled power, your so-called demigod majesty, before my sword..."

"Worthless!"

"Snap!"

As Su Chen finished speaking, the rusty iron sword in his hand suddenly emitted an extremely faint, yet seemingly soul-tearing, cracking sound.

Under the horrified gazes of Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong.

The mottled rust covering the sword suddenly began to peel off in large areas!

Strange, dark red, magma-like runes began to spread rapidly from the hilt of the sword towards the tip.

at the same time.

[Ding! Detected that the host is being oppressed and provoked by the top power in this plane.]

[The Ryujin Jakka swordsman was enraged, believing this inferior pressure to be an insult to his rank.]

[Initial release progress is temporarily and forcibly increased!]

[Current progress: 5%...8%...10%!]

As the system's cold notification sounded in his mind, Su Chen felt an indescribable, terrifying power erupt, like a volcano suppressed for millions of years, completely bursting forth from the seemingly broken shallow weapon in his hand!

"boom--!"

There was no fluctuation of soul power, and no release of soul skills.

It was just a pure... temperature!

In that instant, the temperature inside the entire Douluo Hall skyrocketed in an extremely crazy and unreasonable way!

A thousand degrees!

Three thousand degrees!

Five thousand degrees!

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Inside the main hall, the pillars carved from millennia-old jade shattered into countless fragments under the intense heat. Moisture in the surrounding air evaporated instantly, creating a distorted vacuum.

The first to bear the brunt was the phantom of a six-winged angel, tens of feet tall, released by Qian Daoliu!

"Sizzle—"

It's like a pat of butter being thrown into a red-hot iron pot.

Qian Daoliu's proud angelic phantom, which even contained a trace of divine law, let out a mournful wail when it came into contact with the dark red heat emanating from the shallow pool, and then...

Melt down inch by inch!