Dolou Dalu 6

Lin Fan remained calm. Even if Bibi Dong wanted to harm him, it would be difficult. His strongest sword technique was ready, and he also had an anti-armor ability. Holding Bibi Dong's hand, he leaped out of the cave with her.

Bibi Dong felt conflicted. The young man beside her was undeniably handsome, but he was far too young. And yet… the events of the night had already happened. A dull pain reminded her of what they had done, and a new, unsettling thought crept into her mind. If he was truly as strong as he seemed, she might very well be pregnant. Did this mean she had to marry him?

Lin Fan, however, had no such concerns. As soon as they emerged from the cave, he noticed they were surrounded by Spirit Hall disciples.

Hovering above them was Qian Xunji, his six-winged angel martial spirit radiating divine light. His expression was unreadable at first, but the moment he saw Lin Fan holding Bibi Dong's hand, a storm of fury erupted in his golden eyes.

"You…!" Qian Xunji's voice trembled with barely contained rage. His mind raced as he recalled the aphrodisiac he had used on Bibi Dong. Could it be that they had already…?

He clenched his fists. I am the Pope, and yet I let such a perfect woman slip through my fingers? This brat—he stole what should have been mine!

The angel spirit behind him flared brighter, the sheer power distorting the air with heat.

"Bibi Dong, step away from that boy! He is the one who defiled you. I will tear him apart for you!" Qian Xunji roared, his killing intent overflowing. Had Bibi Dong not been standing beside Lin Fan, he would have already reduced the land beneath them to rubble.

Lin Fan smirked, unshaken by the Pope's wrath.

"Wow, and here I thought the great Pope of the Spirit Hall had some dignity. Weren't you the one who tried to force yourself on your own disciple? I saved her, and she fell for me instead. Honestly, if anything, you should be thanking me for sparing her from your disgusting hands."

Qian Xunji's face twisted with hatred. "You arrogant whelp! You're nothing but a mere insect, not even at rank 30! You think you're worthy of her? You remind me of that useless trash from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Both of you deserve to die! Spirit Hall disciples—kill him!"

At his command, dozens of Spirit Hall disciples charged forward.

Lin Fan turned to Bibi Dong and spoke calmly, "Don't interfere. I'll handle this."

As he stepped forward, a dark shadow engulfed his arm, and in the next instant, a massive battle axe materialized in his grasp.

Then he moved.

The first swing sent a shockwave through the battlefield. Spirit Hall disciples, clad in armor and wielding their martial spirits, were cleaved apart as though they were made of paper.

The second swing painted the ground in crimson.

Weapons shattered upon touching him. Soul skills failed, their energy dissipating before reaching him. Some disciples tried attacking him directly—only for their own strikes to rebound, leaving them coughing up blood as they collapsed.

Within a minute, over thirty Spirit Hall disciples lay dead. The remaining ones hesitated, fear gripping their hearts. They had just watched a dozen sword-wielding spirit masters stab Lin Fan, only for their own blades to turn on them, ending their lives instead.

One of the elders, an old man in white robes, watched in disbelief. "Impossible…! A boy under level 30 slaughtered so many Soul Lords and Soul Sects without breaking a sweat?"

Another elder, dressed in green, narrowed his eyes. "His martial spirit… that black axe… it's on par with the Clear Sky Hammer. But we've never heard of such a spirit before. The records list him as possessing an ordinary martial spirit. Could it be...?"

The elder in white muttered, "Twin martial spirits? And his counterattack ability… even the Pope was injured. If he continues to grow, he'll become a threat unlike any we've ever seen."

The elder in green nodded solemnly. "If we can recruit him, he could become the greatest powerhouse Spirit Hall has ever had."

"Enough," Qian Xunji snapped. His golden gaze locked onto Lin Fan, his fury turning to cold determination. "No matter what kind of genius he is, he defied me. And for that, he will die."

The angel behind him glowed with divine radiance, and in the next instant, a golden shield enveloped his body.

"This is my sixth soul skill—Angel Defense. No attack can break through it. Even a Titled Douluo's ten-thousand-year soul skill would struggle to scratch it."

The overwhelming divine energy made the air tremble. Yet, despite the oppressive pressure, Lin Fan simply grinned.

Bibi Dong, witnessing this, felt her heart tighten. She had known Lin Fan was strong, but even she hadn't expected this. Defeating so many Spirit Hall disciples as if they were mere insects… just who was he?

But when she saw Qian Xunji's expression darken, she realized he was going to kill Lin Fan at any cost.

"Stop!" Bibi Dong shouted, her voice echoing across the battlefield.

The battle was far from over, and the real storm was yet to come.