"Pu——!"
"Pu——!"
A dazzling arc of blood streaked across the sky.
Fragnts of Li Zhexian's shattered organs sprayed out with his blood.
He flew like a kite with its string cut, flung hundreds of ters, before crashing into the fractured ground.
His body rolled, carving a long, bloody trench in the ground.
At last, he lay amidst wreckage, motionless.
The smoke and dust slowly cleared.
The youth, like a broken puppet, lay dying in a pool of blood, his white robes completely stained red.
Within the Bipolar Static Domain—
This tragic scene was frozen like a painting. Even the droplets of blood hung suspended in the air.
Bibi Dong slowly straightened her body.
She wiped the blood from her lips and gazed coldly at the boy whose breath had vanished. A shadowed laugh echoed through the frozen world.
Crack—craaaack!
Crack—craaaack!
The sound of glass shattering tore apart the silence.
Ti began to flow again. The frozen birds flapped their wings, the hanging leaves resud their fall.
And in that instant—
"ZHEXIAN!!!"
Huo Wu, Feng Xiaotian, Yu Tianheng and the others roared, eyes bloodshot. Their Spirit Power burst violently, forcing enemies back as they charged madly toward the blood-soaked ground.
Just monts ago they had fought side by side.
Just monts ago they dread of feasting together once they broke free.
And in the blink of an eye, the peerless prodigy lay at death's edge.
Dugu Yan stumbled forward, falling, clawing her way back up, tears blurring her sight.
Ye Lingling swayed as if about to collapse, face pale as paper, sobbing as she rushed toward Li Zhexian.
"Li… Li Zhexian…"
Golden light flashed.
Qian Renxue fell heavily to the ground.
Then, wings trembling, she lifted herself again, her hollow eyes fixed blankly on the bloodied figure.
Zhu Zhuqing even forgot to breathe, forgot how to grieve—her body staggered forward purely on instinct, running to him.
The battlefield of blood and slaughter—
In a heartbeat was covered in grief.
Even neutral observers, hiding from the chaos, watched those youths hurling themselves toward the blood pool. Shock and pity painted their faces.
"Such a peerless genius, Li Zhexian…!"
"To take a strike from Her Holiness the Pope… there is no chance of survival!"
"Heaven envies talent! Such a genius to die so young!"
"The continent's future… has lost half its brilliance this day!"
The Heaven Dou scribes unrolled new parchnt.
At the instant ti resud its flow, the blood Li Zhexian had spat stained the paper.
The scribe froze—
his face a mask of disbelief,
only blank confusion left in his eyes.
"Lord Sword Wine…"
Where Shrek Academy stood—
Yu Xiaogang could not conceal his shock.
Only monts earlier he had been analyzing Li Zhexian's Twin Martial Souls.
But now—
The situation was overturned.
"Li Zhexian… is dead…"
By his theoretical calculations—
With Li Zhexian's current Spirit Power level, to take Bibi Dong's full-force palm, survival was impossible.
Dai Mubai, stunned only for a mont—
Felt wild joy surge like poison vines across his face.
He nearly howled aloud, unable to restrain himself.
That Li Zhexian—who filled him with jealousy and fear—
was finally dead!
Ecstasy surged like a tidal wave, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.
Tang San's pale face twitched slightly.
His gaze fell on the silent, blood-soaked figure, a trace of complexity flickering in his eyes.
He was naturally happy to see Li Zhexian's death, but he had hoped... that he would personally defeat Li Zhexian in the future and wash away the humiliation.
High above the skies—
Dugu Bo, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Feng Bailong's faces all changed drastically.
"Zhexian!"
These Title Douluo, standing at the pinnacle of the continent, so rarely showed such fierce emotion.
But now—
They were overco by fury and grief, their Spirit Power raging beyond control, whipping the skies into turmoil.
The four of them wished they could tear space apart and rushed violently toward Li Zhexian's location. The continuous sound of tearing through the air echoed across the horizon.
Just as all his close companions rushed desperately and mournfully towards that pool of blood, and sorrow perated the entire square... a sudden change occurred!
A Spirit Ring as deep as ink, entwined with bloodstains, surprisingly rose by itself, floating above Li Zhexian's brocken body.
"That... That's Li Zhexian's fourth Spirit Ring!" Soone cried out in alarm.
Buzz—
Buzz—
An aura so unsettling it made hearts pound spread silently from the Spirit Ring.
Under countless startled gazes—
The few scarlet lines on the ring writhed like living things, spreading rapidly until they covered the entire black Spirit Ring.
A blood-red Spirit Ring!
Crimson as if dripping fresh blood!
Its color was actually more bewitching than a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring!
Imdiately after, this bewitching blood-red Spirit Ring actually began to lt.
Like searing-hot iron dripping molten tal, like burning blood-tears—drop by drop—it fell onto Li Zhexian's shattered body.
This bizarre scene made everyone's hair stand on end.
"What is that?!"
"The Spirit Ring is lting?!"
The sudden, dramatic change made the four Titled Douluos and Li Zhexian's friends halt their steps.
However, while everyone was shocked and uncertain, Qian Renxue's tragic and poignant sound, like a cuckoo crying blood, rang out.
"No——!!!"
She knew exactly what this ant.
She rembered that night beneath the ancient tree, when Li Zhexian had spoken to her.
Her hollow eyes, watching the blood-red Spirit Ring lt, were drowned in terror and despair.
Her hollow eyes filled with terror and despair as the blood ring lted away.
This was the forbidden Spirit Ability Li Zhexian had ntioned—the one he hoped would never be used, which blooms the last brilliance of life: Calamity Rebirth.
"Li Zhexian! Don't!"
Qian Renxue scread, mad with desperation, throwing herself toward the figure in the bloodlight.
Her reaction was so extre—
That everyone around instantly understood this could not be good, and they too rushed frantically toward him.
But it was already too late.
The floating blood-red Spirit Ring completely dissolved.
The last drop of thick, scarlet liquid seeped silently into Li Zhexian's body.
Boom—
A monstrous and terrifying blood light suddenly rushed up into the sky from Li Zhexian's brocken body.
Then... within the blood light's embrace, Li Zhexian slowly floated up.
His whole body was crimson, like a humanoid amber that had just climbed out of a sea of blood, emitting an ominous aura.
The battlefield, drenched in red, fell into dead silence.
Countless eyes, with emotions mixed and conflicted, fixed on the youth standing within the blood light.
Li Zhexian's white robes had long been drenched in blood.
Scarlet mist coiled around him,
as if even the air had been stained.
Anyone could see—sothing was terribly wrong with Li Zhexian.
Qian Renxue staggered back, her slender fingers clutching her chest.
Her heart ached with convulsions, crystalline tears breaking in her eyes, blurring the blood-drenched figure before her.
"Li… Li Zhexian…"
Zhu Zhuqing glanced at the nearly collapsing golden-haired girl. The Yearning Heartbroken Red clinging to her chest suddenly burned hot.
Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and all of Li Zhexian's friends stood pale and bewildered, staring at the figure cloaked in blood.
The four Titled Douluo landed heavily on the ground.
Their expressions were grim—Li Zhexian's condition filled them with unease.
"Hmph!"
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo landed by Bibi Dong's side, frowning at the blood-shrouded youth.
Bibi Dong's face was pale.
She had already consud too much energy—
And shackled by the God Trial—
Her state was worse than ever before.
Even so, she sneered coldly, staring straight at the twisted aura of Li Zhexian.
A re Spirit Ancestor, barely over rank forty—
What could he possibly do to her?
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