Chapter 354 - Chapter 354: Yang Xiong Arrives at Jialing Pass

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At Jialing Pass, despair filled the ranks of the Tian Dou Empire. By now, the Spirit Empire had produced two gods. Especially Bibi Dong, as the emperor of the Spirit Empire, whose overwhelming dark aura suffocated the air, making even breathing feel unbearable. 

After being struck down from the sky by Bibi Dong, Bone Douluo appeared to have sustained severe injuries. After all, he had used his ninth soul skill with full force to attack Bibi Dong, only to be countered by a devastating blow from the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor's giant pincers. 

Yang Wei and Qin Shuang quickly reached Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, standing firmly in front of them. 

Sword Douluo seemed to have lost consciousness, collapsing into a coma. Bone Douluo wasn't faring much better. Despite his expertise in defense and extraordinary physical resilience, he was also coughing up blood and had suffered multiple broken bones. 

The two held an exalted status within the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, akin to gods. Yang Wei and Qin Shuang disregarded everything else, each protecting one of the gravely injured elders. 

Bibi Dong looked down at the battlefield, her eyes filled with disdain. 

"Such insignificant mortals dare to challenge a god? How presumptuous." 

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi suddenly sent out a signal. Ning Rongrong swiftly arrived in front of Sword and Bone Douluo, activating her ninth soul skill: Nine Treasures Protective Divine Light. A special radiance erupted from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, enveloping everyone nearby in its glow. 

Immediately afterward, a golden figure appeared beside Ning Fengzhi, transforming into a massive golden eagle. It seemed intent on carrying Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong, and the injured Sword and Bone Douluo away from the battlefield. 

At this stage of the war, victory was almost impossible. At any cost, they had to preserve the remnants of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, or the sect would lose all hope of resurgence. 

The sudden appearance of this massive golden eagle astonished everyone. Its speed was extraordinary, far exceeding expectations. 

This was Golden Eagle Douluo, a Title Douluo secretly hidden by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and Ning Fengzhi's final trump card. 

Seeing this, members of both the Body Sect and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect seemed to understand the signal and prepared to evacuate the battlefield entirely. 

Even Tang Xiao and others from the Hao Tian Sect were ready to act at a moment's notice.

Clearly, everyone understood the principle: "As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn." If they all perished here at Jialing Pass, there would be no future opportunities left. 

But before they could react, a colossal beast descended from the sky—a massive Soul Devouring Spider Emperor exuding an overwhelmingly terrifying aura. Like a vast black shadow, it enveloped the entire battlefield. Even the swift Golden Eagle Douluo couldn't escape with his charges. 

Bibi Dong let out a maniacal laugh: "How interesting. Ning Fengzhi, you actually had such preparations. It seems I underestimated you. Even now, you've remained patient and concealed another Title Douluo within the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect." 

"Pity that before a god, your efforts are futile. Today, whether it's the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect or the Body Sect, everyone must die on this battlefield. Did you really think you could escape? Did you think my formation merely absorbed flesh and blood?" 

As Bibi Dong spoke, the ground surrounding the battlefield suddenly rose, trapping everyone within an eerie formation. It resembled a massive cage, leaving no possibility of escape. 

Moreover, everyone felt a wave of dizziness, as if their souls were being pressured. Even their movements in battle slowed significantly. 

Even Tang San, who was airborne, was startled. He hadn't expected Bibi Dong to possess such means. It seemed she didn't just intend to use the Jialing Pass formation to ascend to godhood—she wanted to bury everyone here. Doing so might make her even stronger. 

Tang San's expression darkened. This Bibi Dong was more ruthless and scheming than he had imagined. If she continued unchecked, even he might not survive. 

As the current Rakshasa God and God of Slaughter (Rakshasa represents evil Slaughter), Tang San could clearly sense that Bibi Dong's divine power shared similarities with his own. Not only did it possess extreme slaughter attributes, but it also had an extreme devouring ability. The Soul Devouring Spider Emperor's devouring power even surpassed that of his Dark Blue Silver Grass. 

However, Tang San took no immediate action, and his battle with Qian Renxue noticeably slowed. 

Qian Renxue, seeing this scene, was also shocked. As the true Angel God, the tragic sight before her was almost unbearable. Yet, this situation was tied to her stance and the fate of the Spirit Empire. 

Golden Eagle Douluo seemed restrained. Even as a Title Douluo, he couldn't escape. His body began to be enveloped by black mist, and his soul power was gradually suppressed. 

Bibi Dong gazed at the people on Golden Eagle Douluo's back, her eyes filled with disdain. 

"Chen Xin, Gu Rong, how dare you strike at a god? I'll send you to your deaths. From today onward, there will no longer be Sword and Bone Douluo, nor will there be a Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect." 

With that, Bibi Dong flicked her finger, and a giant pincer descended from the sky, seemingly capable of slicing through the heavens. 

Even though Ning Rongrong used her full strength with the Nine Treasures Protective Divine Light, and Yang Wei and Qin Shuang pushed their abilities to the limit, their soul power seemed powerless before a god. The protective energy barrier was shattered into pieces. 

Ning Rongrong and the others coughed up blood, their eyes filled with despair. 

Just as it seemed there was no escape, a streak of blood-red sword light suddenly appeared, slicing the descending pincer into fragments. 

Following that, a figure dashed toward them at incredible speed, breaking through the massive formation surrounding Jialing Pass and creating a gap in the barrier. 

Before anyone could react, a blood-red figure landed on the massive golden eagle. 

Ning Rongrong and the others were overjoyed: "Little Bear, you've finally arrived! Quickly check on Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone—they're both severely injured. My auxiliary skills aren't working at all!" 

Yang Xiong immediately turned to examine Sword and Bone Douluo. Both of his mentors were gravely wounded. Sword Douluo, in particular, had exhausted all his soul power, suffered countless broken bones, and his aura was extremely weak, resembling a frail old man. 

Though Bone Douluo was slightly better off, his injuries were still severe. He had clearly endured a powerful impact, with a gruesome claw wound on his chest exposing his internal organs and bones. 

No wonder Ning Rongrong's auxiliary skills were ineffective. Such injuries would have been fatal for an ordinary person. Only Sword Douluo's immense strength and Bone Douluo's exceptional physique had kept them alive. 

Yang Xiong's face turned pale. If he had delayed even a moment longer, it would have been too late. These were his closest people—his brothers, his lover, and his two teachers. If anything had happened to them, he would have regretted it for life. 

"Rongrong, don't worry. Leave everything to me. I promise both teachers will be fine." 

At this moment, an enraged shout echoed from the sky. 

Bibi Dong, brimming with fury, shouted: "Yang Xiong, you insolent ant, how dare you come here! Since you've arrived at Jialing Pass, today is your death sentence!" 

Even Tang San and Qian Renxue, who had been battling fiercely, paused their fight. Their expressions varied. 

Qian Renxue's face darkened, her gaze conflicted. Since their last drinking session, the two hadn't met again. Their relationship was ambiguous—sometimes like allies, sometimes like enemies, as if they were kindred spirits or lifelong rivals. 

Tang San's expression, on the other hand, was inscrutable. On one hand, he hoped the tide of battle would turn. On the other, he seemed to deeply resent Yang Xiong, disliking the strength Yang Xiong displayed. 

Every time he encountered Yang Xiong, Tang San was astonished by his strength. Each time, he felt confident that he could catch up to Yang Xiong, that he could surpass him. But every time they clashed, Yang Xiong left him far behind. 

Now, Tang San had ascended to godhood. He refused to believe that Yang Xiong's strength surpassed his own or that a mere mortal could match a god like him. 

From both Tang San and Qian Renxue's perspectives, though Yang Xiong appeared mysterious, he was still mortal. Unlike them, he didn't possess a God Position or the status of a true God. 

Bibi Dong seemed to grasp this point, which fueled her anger. With a wave of her hand, the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor's giant pincers descended from the sky like a massive scythe, aiming to cut Yang Xiong down. 

Yang Xiong merely glanced back, his eyes revealing a hint of killing intent, utterly cold. He looked at Bibi Dong as if she were an ant, as if he were the true god, and she was merely a mortal daring to defy divinity. 

Before Bibi Dong could react, a towering blood-red figure appeared behind Yang Xiong. Standing a hundred zhang tall, it exuded boundless slaughter qi. The black, evil aura Bibi Dong had spread across Jialing Pass vanished in an instant. 

Especially striking was the terrifying crimson lightning crackling around this hundred-zhang-tall figure. The lightning seemed to originate from hell or divine retribution itself.

With a swift motion, the crimson figure grabbed the descending pincers, shattering them into pieces. Even Bibi Dong was astonished. Her full-powered attack had been effortlessly nullified. 

Meanwhile, Yang Xiong's main body paid no attention to the battle in the sky. It was as if he could multitask, using his martial soul and energy to attack his enemies. 

All of Yang Xiong's focus was now on Sword and Bone Douluo. His hands emitted a five-colored glow, and as he placed them on their bodies, a peculiar energy flowed into them, merging with their beings.

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