In the sky, the dazzling spectacle resembling an aurora slowly dissipated.
The pouring energy swept across the earth.
Flying sand and rocks were whipped up, raising clouds of dust and smoke.
A woman radiating brilliant golden flames stood low in the air. In her hand, the Angel Holy Sword emitted a faint halo that spread outward, forming a milky-white aura field around her.
Opposite her, on the other side.
A young man was surrounded by drifting blood-red flames. In his right hand, he held the Asura God Sword—entirely blood-red and brimming with sharp killing intent.
The two stood far apart, confronting each other.
Finally, Qian Renxue spoke first: "Tang San, you deserve to die!"
"There are plenty of people who want me dead—you're not special, Qian Renxue." The moment Tang San saw Qian Renxue, he knew there would be no peaceful resolution.
"I already know everything about what happened in the Barak Kingdom." Qian Renxue gritted her teeth. "Soul Master matters are one thing—why drag so many ordinary people into it? Tang San, do you even have a conscience?"
"How laughable." Tang San chuckled mockingly. "You fight for your justice, I fight for mine. The process doesn't matter."
"Qian Renxue, don't pretend you don't want to kill me. Your father Qian Xunji died because of my father Tang Hao, and your so-called mother killed my father as well."
"We've long been locked in a fight to the death. A few ordinary people are nothing for the sake of our goals."
"Besides, their deaths aren't meaningless."
"Meaning?" Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly with rage. From the moment Di Tian's dragon scales shattered, to when she emerged from the Dragon Valley—and due to the location of the Dragon Valley ending up near the Barak Kingdom.
Seeing the scene that resembled hell itself, she truly hadn't expected Tang San to be this ruthless.
"The meaning you speak of—is it just you evil soul masters devouring souls and seizing power?"
"Zhu Zhuqing is one, and so are you!"
At present, the term "evil soul master" didn't yet exist on the Douluo Continent, but any unorthodox cultivation method that relied on killing was universally rejected by the world.
"Heh, hahahaha." Tang San burst into wild laughter. "What right do you have to lecture me? The Rakshasa God's divine trial abandoned your mother and chose Zhu Zhuqing instead."
"Or are you saying that your Spirit Hall's Pope Bibi Dong is also some kind of evil soul master?"
"Oh, and there's one more." Tang San seemed to recall something and sneered. "By the standards of your Angel Clan, doesn't Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also fit your definition?"
"You…" Qian Renxue was rendered speechless.
What Ning Rongrong had done, Qian Renxue had naturally chosen to selectively forget.
Several years ago during the Soul Master Tournament, a mysterious person infiltrated the Heaven Dou prison and killed everyone, leaving not even a drop of blood behind. What kind of method was used? One didn't even need to think—among other things, it forcibly stripped ten thousand years of cultivation and divine abilities from the Ten Thousand Demon King, reducing it from 510,000 years. Simply unimaginable.
Beyond that, according to Spirit Hall's investigation,
the Slaughter City had suddenly lost so many lives at once.
Those living beings were most likely devoured by Ning Rongrong. Considering the fundamental abilities of the Dark Devilgod Tiger (Tokisaki Kurumi), it wasn't surprising at all.
"It seems you have nothing left to say." Tang San was very satisfied with Qian Renxue's expression.
What holy angel—a young girl with the heart of a viper, just like her mother, both were evil people who had "earned a path to death."
"I can't out-talk you, but today you're staying right here."
"I'll use your head to pay tribute to the millions of dead souls in the Barak Kingdom." The phantom of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul slowly condensed behind Qian Renxue.
Beneath her feet, one soul ring after another revealed themselves.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red.
Six black and three red—that was the configuration of Qian Renxue's soul rings now.
An terrifying aura enveloped the area. Even Tang Chen and Bo Saixi couldn't help but have slight changes in expression.
"96th-level Title Douluo!"
The younger generation these days really was terrifying.
Even Bo Saixi and Tang Chen—two Limit Douluo at quasi-god level—found Qian Renxue's current strength unbelievable.
It was worth noting that Qian Renxue also possessed divine armor—rumored to be the complete set of ten-thousand-year soul bones forming the Angel God armor.
"A mere 96th level—that's what you're relying on?" Tang San's face showed disdain.
Back then, he had been able to defeat Qian Renxue, and he could do it now as well.
As for the failure a few years ago—being miserably defeated by Qian Renxue in the Spirit Hall team during the Soul Master Tournament—that had been this world's Tang San, not him, God King Tang San.
A chilling aura burst forth from Tang San's body.
The Blue Silver Emperor martial soul manifested. Though it was clearly the form of a small grass, its entire body was blood-red.
It looked as though it could drip blood at any moment, giving off an inexplicable sense of oppression.
The Blue Silver Emperor martial soul attached itself to him, and one soul ring after another emerged.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red.
Seven black and two red—another configuration that exceeded the norm, though it still fell somewhat short compared to Qian Renxue's.
"95th-level Title Douluo." Qian Renxue had anticipated Tang San's strength. After all, even Zhu Zhuqing had reached Title Douluo level—how could Tang San, the undisputed leader of Shrek and the one who possessed both the Asura and Sea God inheritances, possibly be weaker?
"Take this—Blue Silver Bind."
The blood-colored Blue Silver Emperor martial soul emitted a bright glow.
A faint reddish mist began to permeate the surrounding air, even blurring one's vision.
The next moment,
countless strands of blood-colored Blue Silver Emperor extended from within the mist.
The blood mist seemed to serve as rooted soil. The Blue Silver Emperor vines stretched out from all directions like creeping tendrils, covered in sharp thorns, stabbing toward Qian Renxue with the clear intent of whipping her fiercely several times.
"Tang San, don't bother with these little tricks."
Behind Qian Renxue, the six wings of the Angel martial soul gently flapped.
Specks of light scattered downward. The blood-colored mist seemed to encounter the power of heaven and earth and rapidly receded.
Even the Blue Silver Emperor vines that had almost reached Qian Renxue lost their "soil" nourishment, becoming rootless duckweed, and were purified by a faint holy radiance.
"What exquisite control of power." Tang San was secretly shocked.
Even though he had lost the strength of a God King, the insight and vision of a God King still remained.
Just from this single probe, he could tell that the Qian Renxue before him was completely different from the one in his own world.
She was strong—the Qian Renxue in front of him was very strong.
"Great-Grandfather, Senior Bo Saixi, support me while I take the lead in attacking."
"For the sake of peace for all the people under heaven, we must keep Qian Renxue here completely. Otherwise, she will surely become a great enemy in the future."
One could see the whole by looking at a part—Qian Renxue seemed very strong, but was he, God King Tang San, weak?
Tang San felt that before any reinforcements arrived,
three against one—the advantage was on his side.
It was entirely possible to defeat, or even kill, Qian Renxue.
The vision and foundation accumulated over tens of thousands of years as a God King were not something a mere brat from the Angel Clan could compare to.
In other words, the amount of salt I, Tang San, have eaten exceeds the amount of rice you, Qian Renxue, have eaten.
With that, how could there be any reason not to win?
As for what would happen after killing Qian Renxue—whether Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong went berserk—in this situation, with himself, Bo Saixi, and Tang Chen together, what was there to fear from a mere Qian Daoliu?
"Understood."
Tang Chen and Bo Saixi nodded.
Since Spirit Hall was already an enemy, they could only do their best to consume the opponent's powerful combat strength.
An inheritor of the Angel God like this was best eliminated—especially since the Angel God was suspected to have fallen. There was even less need to hold back.
Tang San charged forward first, activating his Blue Silver Emperor martial soul for harassment while wielding the Asura God Sword and rushing straight in.
Bo Saixi and Tang Chen exchanged a glance and immediately followed.
(End of chapter)