Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 93: Battle against Bibi Dong (4)

Qian Daoliu's words echoed softly in the cold wind, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented light, a complex emotion of both relief and shock.

As his words fell, the entire battlefield seemed to stop for a moment, and even the snowflakes that were originally flying in the Arctic Phoenix field seemed to solidify in mid-air.

He slowly took a step forward, and golden soul power surged out like a tide, instantly dispelling the chill in the surroundings and bringing a rare touch of warmth to this cold battlefield.

Qian Daoliu's eyes penetrated through the layers of wind and snow and shot straight at the two people who were fighting fiercely. Especially when his eyes fell on Li Muyun, there was a bit more indescribable approval and expectation.

Yue Guan held a chrysanthemum in his hand, with a playful smile on his lips. His eyes wandered between the two fiercely colliding figures on the battlefield, and finally fell on Gui Mei. He whispered: "Old Ghost, what do you think? Li Muyun, this kid, has twin martial souls and the power of extreme ice, which can actually compete with the death domain of His Holiness the Pope. It is rare. In your opinion, how long can he last?"

The ghostly figure was like a wisp of light smoke in the night. He tilted his head slightly, and an elusive light flashed in his deep eyes. His voice was low and hoarse: "Yueguan, you and I both know that the strength of His Holiness the Pope is unfathomable, but Li Muyun is really impressive. His Extreme Ice Phoenix Domain is not only beautiful, but also contains destructive power. As for how long he can last... Hey, it depends on his will and potential, and whether His Holiness the Pope is willing to truly show her full strength."

Yue Guan gently shook the chrysanthemum in his hand, and the petals trembled slightly in the cold wind, as if even it was looking forward to the next conversation. He raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, turned his eyes to Gui Mei, and said with a bit of teasing: "Old Ghost, if I ask you, facing the sixth soul skill of His Holiness the Pope - Eternal Wound, can you retreat unscathed, will you rely on your ghostly body to cleverly dodge, or directly use your 'Hell Ghost' to confront it head-on?"

When Guimei heard this, an indescribable complexion flashed across his face. His deep eyes seemed to be swallowed by the night, losing their former agility and cunning.

He was silent for a moment, and finally just shook his head gently. That action revealed a sense of powerlessness and helplessness, as if he was acknowledging some irresistible force.

"Of course... I can't." These four words were squeezed out from his hoarse throat with difficulty. Each word was as heavy as a thousand-pound stone, falling into the cold air and stirring up circles of invisible ripples.

Seeing this, Yue Guan's lips curled up into an even deeper smile. The chrysanthemum in his hand gently rotated, and a faint light seemed to flow between the petals, reflecting his slightly weird face.

"But, Li Muyun, that kid, he actually did it." Yue Guan's voice was full of disbelief and admiration. His eyes pierced through the wind and snow, as if they could penetrate the noise of the battlefield and look directly at Li Muyun's tenacious figure.

Qian Daoliu's voice was deep and powerful, and it sounded in front of Yueguan and Guimei, "What you have seen is just the tip of the iceberg. Once the Eternal Wound hits, it will be like a maggot attached to the bone, continuously corroding until the target's soul power is exhausted. What a horror and despair it is."

Qian Daoliu looked at Li Muyun who was in a tough battle in the distance with a deep gaze. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes and he spoke again, "So, let alone you, even I have to choose to retreat when facing the Eternal Wound."

Qian Daoliu's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Yueguan and Guimei's hearts.

As Qian Daoliu finished speaking, everyone's eyes involuntarily focused on the core of the battlefield - between Pope Bibi Dong and Li Muyun.

The snowflakes seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly surrounding them, but they dared not easily approach the center of the collision of the two forces that could shake the world. Bibi Dong stood in mid-air, her black robe rustling in the cold wind, surrounded by a strong aura of death, her eyes as deep as the night sky, flashing with inviolable majesty. Every time she waved the scepter, the space was slightly distorted, as if even time had stopped.

As for Li Muyun, he had an upright posture and wings that looked like they were carved from ice crystals. Every time he spread his wings, it was accompanied by biting cold and dazzling light.

The Extreme Ice Phoenix Field spread out around him, dyeing everything around with a faint blue-purple glow. That light contained both the power of destruction and an unyielding will.

He held a long sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at Bibi Dong. Every time he swung the sword, it seemed to cut through the cold void and confront the power of death head-on.

Li Muyun's eyes suddenly focused, twinkling like cold stars. He took a deep breath of the cold air, and the extreme icy power surrounding his body seemed to boil up at this moment, turning into countless tiny ice crystals, circling around him.

He gripped the sword tightly, with a bluish-purple light flowing on the sword body, reflecting the surrounding extremely cold Phoenix field, forming a heart-poundingly beautiful picture.

"Teacher, next is my self-created soul skill, Sword Twenty-Three. Be prepared. I don't want you to die, because our battle has not really begun yet."

Li Muyun's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to contain a tremendous force, penetrating the cold wind and striking Bibi Dong's heart.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's lips curled up in a cold arc. That smile showed both recognition of Li Muyun's strength and unquestionable pride and confidence.

She snorted coldly, and her black robe fluttered without wind. The aura of death surrounding her suddenly became thicker, as if even the space was trembling slightly under her will.

"Boy, do you think you can shake me with just these?" There was unquestionable majesty in her words. She swung the scepter down suddenly, and the void seemed to be torn apart. An inky black crack spread under her feet, instantly swallowing up the snowflakes within several meters around her and transforming them into part of the aura of death.

The scepter in Pope Bibi Dong's hand is owned by popes of all generations. It is called the "Soul-Eating Staff". It is an ancient and mysterious artifact engraved with intricate patterns of dead souls. Every line seems to contain endless power of life and death.

Following her cold shout, the Soul-Eating Staff suddenly burst into a faint green light mixed with wisps of black air, as if the door to the underworld was quietly opened, releasing a heart-pounding wave of death.

On the top of the scepter, a dazzling emerald suddenly lit up, like a bright lamp in the underworld, illuminating the surrounding darkness, but also reflecting an even more horrifying scene.

There seemed to be thousands of dead souls wailing and struggling in the gem. Their power was ruthlessly absorbed by the Soul-Eating Staff and transformed into the world-destroying power in Bibi Dong's hand.

(End of this chapter)