Qian Daoliu's expression tightened as he swiftly dodged to the side.
Bibi Dong fired webs in rapid succession—each shot narrowly missing Qian Daoliu by a hair's breadth.
These webs carried tremendous force, slamming into the walls and ceiling with heavy thuds.
Before long, the ceiling couldn't withstand the barrage and collapsed entirely.
Qian Daoliu soared into the sky through the broken roof. "You've gone mad, Bibi Dong!!"
"I am mad!" Bibi Dong shot into the air after him, her expression wild. "From the moment your bastard son raped me, I've been insane!"
...
Down on the ground, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood stunned, watching the two figures blast out of the great hall and into the sky.
"What the hell is going on?"
They weren't the only ones. Golden Crocodile Douluo and Spirit Kite Douluo also sensed the overwhelming aura fluctuations and rushed over.
All the Titled Douluos looked skyward—dumbfounded.
"Th-this..."
"Is that... Her Holiness the Pope?" Chrysanthemum Douluo looked to the side. "No, wait—that's the Grand Worship?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't believe his eyes. "Why is the Grand Worship fighting with Her Holiness?"
"I... I have no idea either..." Chrysanthemum Douluo shook his head, utterly lost.
"We have to seal off the area! If these two go all-out, the fallout could be catastrophic!" Spirit Kite Douluo said, breathless.
The gathered Douluos exchanged helpless glances.
They were all stunned.
...
"Do you really want to go this far?"
Qian Daoliu stared stiffly at Bibi Dong, whose body radiated with an aura of malice. "Ever since Xiao Xue was born, I've backed down again and again. Do you think that was for you?"
"I only wanted Xiao Xue to feel complete love!"
"But look at what's happened!"
His anger surged.
"Other mothers dote on their children—what about you?! What did you do?!"
"You're not even fit to be a mother!"
"Hahaha, damn right!" Bibi Dong roared. "You think I wanted to be a mother?! I was raped!"
"Raped by your darling son!!"
She glared at Qian Daoliu with intense hatred. "Let me see how much strength you still have left, old man!"
As Bibi Dong's maddened resentment surged toward him, Qian Daoliu realized that he was now paying the price for letting her do as she pleased all these years.
Boom!
Golden light flared all over Qian Daoliu's body.
The soul power of a Level 99 peak Douluo surged out like solid pressure, bearing down on Bibi Dong.
"If you insist on being blinded by hate, then I'll bring you back to your senses!"
But after enduring humiliation for years, Bibi Dong had cultivated herself to a terrifying degree. Facing the might of a peak Level 99 Douluo, she stood her ground, neither flinching nor retreating.
"Hmph. Come at me, old thing!"
Her spider-like eyes locked onto Qian Daoliu. The first soul ring above her head flared to life.
"Death Mist!"
A violet mist of deadly poison surged in Qian Daoliu's direction.
Anyone who inhaled this mist would find their consciousness fading instantly, their soul power draining by the second, and their vitality steadily ebbing away.
After becoming a Titled Douluo, this soul skill of hers could reduce a person to a skeleton in the blink of an eye.
"What a vicious soul skill."
Qian Daoliu raised his hand, forming a sword-finger gesture. Behind him, nine soul rings slowly rose.
Even more, a massive angelic phantom appeared behind him.
Qian Daoliu's martial soul was the Six-Winged Angel—one of the most divine martial souls symbolizing godly power.
This martial soul transformed his spirit power into angelic soul power.
Angelic soul power was pure divine energy, capable of purifying and eroding opposing energies—cleansing enemy soul power in battle.
As Bibi Dong's poisonous mist surged forward, Qian Daoliu's soul power pulsed. A pale golden ripple spread out and instantly purified the poison.
Bibi Dong refused to back down. The sixth soul ring above her head lit up.
"Blood-Sucking Spider Thorns!"
Beneath her, a swirling purple vortex formed.
From it burst thousands of venomous spikes laced with the Death Spider Emperor's toxin, shooting straight at Qian Daoliu.
He didn't even flinch. Behind him, the Six-Winged Angel radiated a soft, golden glow.
A layer of golden armor slowly formed over his body.
"Angel's Sacred Armor!"
This was Qian Daoliu's defensive soul skill. As long as this armor existed, it could block nearly all damage.
The venomous spider thorns stabbed densely into his body, but not a single one caused harm.
Even the venom was dissolved by the sacred radiance before it could get close.
At this point, Bibi Dong was clearly being suppressed by Qian Daoliu.
"Give it up. Your martial soul is countered by mine," Qian Daoliu said calmly. "You have no chance of winning."
"Tell me—where is that child?!"
"You think this is the end?!" Bibi Dong laughed wildly, throwing her head back. "You've underestimated me, Qian Daoliu!"
Qian Daoliu frowned. A bad feeling crept into his heart.
After so many years in the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong undoubtedly knew the Qian clan's inherited martial soul was the angel.
She also knew angelic power had a purifying effect that suppressed her Death Spider Emperor.
Could she really have something else up her sleeve?
At that moment, Bibi Dong suddenly withdrew her martial soul.
Her body was left bare—but it was soon engulfed by a strange black vortex.
That vortex exuded an incredibly sinister aura.
"What have you done?!"
Qian Daoliu's breath caught. He immediately sensed that Bibi Dong had been tainted by some malevolent god.
"Hahaha! Your Qian Clan inherited a god's legacy, right? If I want to destroy you, how could I not seek equal power?"
Bibi Dong raised her arms as the black vortex swallowed her whole.
A moment later, the vortex exploded—wails and cries echoed across the heavens.
Bibi Dong reappeared before Qian Daoliu, clad in ethereal purple armor.
A thick, malevolent aura radiated from her—corrupting everything it touched.
"This power... it's too evil!"
Qian Daoliu looked at the transformed Bibi Dong, visibly shaken.
He never imagined she could acquire such a power right under his nose.
Compared to the pure, divine power of the Six-Winged Angel, this was its complete opposite!
The aura around Bibi Dong now was pure, intense malice.
Twisted by that aura, her face had transformed into a fanged, demonic visage—terrifying to behold.
In stark contrast was the unique purple armor she wore.
The armor shimmered with a dark, evil soul power.
From her back—precisely from each scapula—four massive scythes extended outward.
The armor itself still looked translucent—clearly not yet fully materialized. Her current strength wasn't enough to make it solid.
"Evil?" Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu coldly. But in the depths of her pupils still burned madness.
"Compared to your precious son's actions, this level of evil is saintly!"
"Now then, Qian Daoliu—let me see your true strength. Show me just how powerful your so-called Angel Clan really is!"
"RAKSHASA!!!"