Chapter 20: The Might of Wei Changfeng, the Art of Emperors

A feeling of unease swept through her heart.

Bibi Dong maintained her divine pressure, yet she felt somewhat restless and uneasy.

Behind a cold, sinister smile, Jirou Yueguan met Bibi Dong's gaze, which was now filled with trepidation:

"Originally, I didn't want to reveal these trump cards so early."

"But there's no other way; if you want to use your so-called divine pressure to intimidate us, then we certainly cannot let you have your way!"

"The item bestowed by His Majesty is extremely precious; it seems it can only be wasted here today."

The words fell.

With a look of genuine pain, Jirou Yueguan took a crystal-clear Jade Tablet from his Soul Guidance Device.

Extremely intricate runes were engraved upon the Jade Tablet.

Before this Jade Tablet was even truly activated, a portion of its power had already begun to leak out.

The divine pressure of the Rakshasa God was completely blocked by this Jade Tablet, failing to create even the slightest ripple.

"Sigh..."

Jirou Yueguan gently crushed the Jade Tablet.

In an instant, the many intricate runes engraved on the Jade Tablet spread out into the air.

"What on earth is this?"

"Why does this Jade Tablet give me such a deeply unsettling feeling?"

Bibi Dong's mind was shaken to its core.

Ever since her revenge succeeded.

Ever since she devoured Qian Xunji.

Ever since she received the recognition of the Rakshasa God's God Position.

She had almost forgotten how long it had been since she felt such trepidation.

Even when facing Qian Daoliu, a Demigod-level existence, she had never felt this kind of unease.

Yet now, facing Jirou Yueguan and this Jade Tablet, she felt this restlessness.

Native Yueguan and Native Guimei felt the same.

Their strength was not as profound as Bibi Dong's.

The moment the Jade Tablet shattered, a dread originating from the depths of their souls instantly swept through their entire bodies.

A chilling sensation made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

It was as if a pair of large hands were clamped around their necks, hands that seemed capable of taking their lives at any time and place.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the three.

Behind Jirou Yueguan, a phantom image slowly emerged.

The phantom appeared very blurry; at first glance, it looked like an irregular shadow, still in the process of slowly taking shape.

Such a situation was extremely similar to a Spirit Master activating their martial soul.

"Three-Life Martial Soul?"

"Could it be that a Twin Martial Souls is not his limit?"

"Is his true limit actually a Three-Life Martial Soul?!"

Native Yueguan was dumbfounded, blurting out in shock.

Unable to discern what the phantom behind Jirou Yueguan was, he had already witnessed Jirou Yueguan possessing two martial souls.

Now, he instinctively regarded this mass of shadows as Jirou Yueguan's third martial soul.

"Old Ghost, is it possible that in their world, a Three-Life Martial Soul can also be bestowed?"

"If I remember correctly, the me from the other world previously mentioned that his Twin Martial Souls were both bestowed by their Majesty, right?"

Native Yueguan was somewhat unsure.

While dumbfounded, he couldn't help but ask Native Guimei.

Native Guimei said nothing; he felt his own brain couldn't keep up with the current events.

In their world, having Twin Martial Souls was already a sign of a heaven-sent genius!

Bibi Dong back then was designated as the Holy Maiden by Qian Xunji at a very young age precisely because she was a possessor of Twin Martial Souls.

He never would have imagined.

Now, Jirou Yueguan actually possessed a Three-Life Martial Soul.

Incredible!

This was simply too incredible!

Bibi Dong gasped.

She had just received intelligence that Jirou Yueguan possessed Twin Martial Souls.

The current phantom likewise made her feel very uneasy.

"Could what Yueguan and Guimei said be true?"

"In their world, can a Three-Life Martial Soul truly be bestowed as well?"

"My Twin Martial Souls already allow me to be stable among Title Douluo; if I could possess a third martial soul, wouldn't I be able to..."

A brilliant light burst forth in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Thinking slightly about how powerful her strength could be after possessing a Three-Life Martial Soul.

Her body couldn't help but begin to tremble with excitement.

Realizing that her emotions were slightly out of control, Bibi Dong took a deep breath and hurriedly suppressed all these feelings:

"People from another world, I advise you not to engage in futile efforts!"

"This is the Spirit Hall of our world; you have only one path to choose, and that is to submit!"

"Otherwise, we of the Spirit Hall will not allow people from another world like you to act recklessly in our world!"

"Even if you are a possessor of a Three-Life Martial Soul, it is the same. I can acknowledge that your strength is formidable, but our Spirit Hall also has numerous Title Douluo!"

"Two fists cannot defeat four hands; give up your resistance!!"

Jirou Yueguan did not say a word.

He stared at Bibi Dong for a long time.

After pondering for a moment, he finally spoke again: "A Three-Life Martial Soul? We do not yet have the honor of having His Majesty bestow a Three-Life Martial Soul upon us!"

"This phantom image is merely a strand of power that His Majesty sealed within the Jade Tablet!"

???

Just a strand of power?

Bibi Dong's face was full of astonishment.

She had thought it was a Three-Life Martial Soul; she never imagined it was just a strand of power that had been sealed.

Could merely a strand of power possess such pressure?

Bibi Dong pondered inwardly.

After carefully analyzing it, her hanging heart settled down slightly.

"The pressure from just now, it must have been a special method?"

"A true strand of power like this shouldn't be enough to make me feel palpitations. It seems I haven't seen things from another world before, which is why I had such a feeling!"

"I am, after all, a possessor of Twin Martial Souls, and I am absolutely at the pinnacle within the Title Douluo Domain."

"As long as it is not the real body, I should be able to be fearless!"

Bibi Dong regained her confidence.

Just as her confidence had just been restored.

The phantom image completely took shape, and a human figure appeared behind Jirou Yueguan.

The figure still appeared somewhat hazy, but one could roughly see the outline of a man.

The moment it appeared, it stabilized all the runes permeating the air.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong did not hesitate any longer; she brandished the Pope Scepter in her hand, intending to launch an attack directly.

However, before her attack could truly be launched, her eyes, which were already wide, widened even further.

Not good, this strand of power!

"Pfft—"

Bibi Dong coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

She did not see the blurry figure make any movements.

Her body, like a kite with a broken string, was uncontrollably smashed backward.

Even though she had been on guard, she still could not withstand it.

"This power, how can it be so terrifying?"

"My guess, it was wrong again? But how did this strand of power make a move just now?"

Bibi Dong gasped for air.

After coughing up a mouthful of blood, her entire aura appeared withered.

She dared not be as confident as before, and watched the blurry figure while standing in strict formation.

Gradually, the blurry figure began to solidify, and the outline began to become clear.

Bibi Dong watched with a serious expression, as if it were responding to her.

The closed eyes of the blurry figure slowly opened.

Majestic! Cold!

The eyes of an emperor, surveying the hunting ground!

(End of this chapter)