Chapter 93: When Sword Cultivators Across the World Hear My Name, None Dare Stand Firm!
Wang Li had promised Qian Renxue that he would definitely slap Bibi Dong in the face, figuratively speaking.
But what if he actually made Bibi Dong cry? What then?
If he gave Bibi Dong a heads-up in advance and let her prepare mentally, she probably wouldn't cry, right?
After hearing Wang Li's words, Bibi Dong was so angry she almost laughed.
She admitted that Wang Li was unprecedentedly talented and unlikely to be matched in the future.
But this brat was actually telling her not to cry?
What a joke!
She was the Pope!
Qian Renxue, seated in the VIP section, looked at Wang Li and then at Bibi Dong.
She felt that something wasn't quite right...
"I told him to embarrass Bibi Dong… he… he didn't misunderstand that as literally slapping Bibi Dong's face, did he?"
The literal meaning.
Actually slapping Bibi Dong's face!
Thinking of this, Qian Renxue sucked in a cold breath.
That wasn't what she meant at all!
She only wanted Bibi Dong to feel uncomfortable…
In the plaza, Hu Liena and the others had already stepped down from the stage.
Wang Li and Bibi Dong stood dozens of meters apart, staring into each other's eyes.
Bibi Dong stepped forward, and the Death Spider Emperor martial soul instantly possessed her body.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red nine soul rings rose rapidly beneath her feet.
Her soul power level had already reached rank ninety-nine, but because of the Rakshasa God Trial, she could only display the strength of rank ninety-eight.
"You're very arrogant."
"I have the right to be arrogant."
Wang Li showed no fear and spoke with a smile.
So what if he was arrogant?
As long as you had strength, arrogance was justified!
"You're right, but today, I must teach you a proper lesson."
Bibi Dong nodded and sneered.
"Teach me a lesson?"
"Your Holiness, the Pope… are you worthy?"
With a flash, Wang Li vanished from where he stood.
A distance of several dozen meters meant nothing to experts of their level.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Bibi Dong.
He raised his hand and slapped toward her face…
Qian Renxue: "???"
Little brother, you're serious?!
She really hadn't meant for Wang Li to actually slap Bibi Dong!
Seeing this, surprise flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.
This attack had almost no offensive power, but its humiliation value was extremely high!
If it landed, she wouldn't be injured, but her dignity would be gone!
"Boy, how dare you!!"
Bibi Dong stepped back two paces to avoid the strike and shouted angrily.
She clenched both hands, and two giant sickles appeared in her grasp.
These were the left and right arm hundred-thousand-year soul bones dropped when she killed the Death Spider Emperor.
For a single hundred-thousand-year soul beast to drop two such soul bones, Bibi Dong could truly be considered heaven-favored.
Seeing this, Wang Li casually grasped the air, and a sword hilt appeared in his hand.
It was the reward obtained after the simulation of his previous life: an ultra-divine-artifact-level laser sword!
When Qian Renxue saw the sword hilt, her pupils shrank.
She never expected Wang Li's martial soul from his previous life to return with him after rebirth!
And it was still at the level of an ultra divine artifact!!
She was extremely familiar with this laser sword; there was no way she could mistake it.
"Just a sword hilt? What's going on?"
Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi looked confused, unable to understand why Wang Li had taken out only a sword hilt.
Although the aura emitted from it looked terrifying, a sword hilt was still just a sword hilt!
"Martial soul, weapons, soul bones, soul skills, domains…"
"Use whatever you want."
"I'll defeat you in the field you're best at and slap your face hard!"
Wang Li's expression remained calm as he spoke bluntly.
Defeating Bibi Dong in her strongest field would surely drive her mad.
What fun!
Bibi Dong's face darkened as she gripped the twin sickles tightly and stared at Wang Li.
Defeat her in the field she excelled in?
What an ignorant brat!
"A sword hilt? You—"
Before Bibi Dong could finish speaking, the hilt in Wang Li's hand suddenly erupted with a temperature comparable to the surface of the sun.
He struck the Rakshasa Demon Sickles with perfect precision.
In an instant, the two divine-weapon-like sickles split into four pieces, then shattered into fragments and vanished.
"A sword hilt? So what about a sword hilt?"
"When I hold it, sword cultivators across the world tremble upon hearing my name!"
Chen Xin: "…"
Both sword users and non-sword users fell silent.
Judging from the power released by that sword hilt, Wang Li's words were not exaggerated at all.
Whose martial soul or weapon could collide with that hilt?
Didn't they see the weapon formed from the Pope's soul bone instantly severed?
Those were weapons formed from a hundred-thousand-year soul bones!
Yet they were cut like tofu, offering no resistance whatsoever.
Everyone present was dumbfounded, mouths slightly open, unable to speak.
"You…"
Although shattered soul bones could reform, it required a great deal of time.
This strike dealt Bibi Dong heavy damage!
And it was something she found hard to accept!
Even legendary divine artifacts shouldn't possess such power, right?
"What other abilities do you have? Use them!"
"If you don't attack, I'm going to increase the intensity!"
Wang Li put away the laser sword and smiled.
He didn't seem to treat Bibi Dong as an opponent at all… no, it was more accurate to say he didn't even treat her as a person.
Bibi Dong descended into near madness as green and black mist swirled around her body.
She almost lost control of her emotions and used the other half of her power!
Now, it seemed she had no choice.
The fourth Rakshasa God Trial was to defeat Wang Li.
If she couldn't defeat him now, she might never have another chance to become a god.
She had thought the Rakshasa God was going easy on her by giving a simple task.
Unexpectedly, the mission was closer to nightmare difficulty!
Bibi Dong stopped suppressing her cultivation. The human emotion on her face faded, replaced by a hideous expression.
Rank ninety-nine!
At this moment, the entire Douluo Hall and Elder Hall were stunned!
Bibi Dong, displaying rank ninety-eight strength, had already exceeded their understanding.
Yet her true strength was actually rank ninety-nine!
Completely mad.
Like a beast that had lost its reason, Bibi Dong unleashed every skill she had toward Wang Li.
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang clenched their fists, staring at the battlefield.
The master and disciple exchanged a glance, somewhat embarrassed.
Yes, both of them were cheering for Bibi Dong!
Bibi Dong was their "enemy," and Wang Li was also their enemy.
Compared to Bibi Dong, they hated Wang Li more.
Therefore, they hoped Bibi Dong would win or, better yet, that both sides would be severely injured, or even perish together.
Facing the mostly irrational Bibi Dong, Wang Li casually swung his hand and slapped her twisted face, sending her flying.
A crimson light burst from his body.
"Asura Domain!"
It wasn't the Death God Domain, but the ultimate evolution of the Death God Domain: the Asura Domain
The Asura Domain instantly enveloped Bibi Dong, suppressing all her attributes and restoring a portion of her clarity.
End of Chapter