Xue Qinghe had not expected that his Angel Domain would be suppressed the moment it was unleashed.
Furthermore, it was one thing for Yun Ming to possess a domain, but for it to be strong enough to suppress his own Angel Domain meant it was inevitably superior, which left him somewhat shocked!
In response to Xue Qinghe's question, Yun Ming spoke casually.
"I suppose so."
He felt that this Angel Domain was actually quite impressive; being able to carve out a two-meter radius of personal space within the world he controlled was quite good. However, the slightly appreciative look in his eyes made Xue Qinghe feel a bit wounded. Being looked at by an opponent with such an expression was never a pleasant feeling!
Thinking this to himself, Xue Qinghe increased his diving speed by another thirty percent. His First Soul Ring lit up, and the golden halo around his body instantly condensed toward his right fist. He suddenly threw a punch straight at Yun Ming. The condensed golden light resembled a massive circular shield, charging toward Yun Ming's body.
This was Xue Qinghe's First Soul Skill, 'Angel Assault', a melee soul skill that concentrated the sacred energy of the Six-Winged Angel into his fist. When attacking, it formed a golden light shield, serving both offense and defense. The sacred energy had the effect of dissolving and suppressing the soul power of the target it struck.
Facing the Angel Shield punch right before him, Yun Ming simultaneously diverted his attention to sever the connection between the two Great Douluo, Snake Lance and Porcupinefish, and the world, suppressing them, while lifting the Atlas Divine Spear in his hand and thrusting it out casually, aiming straight for Xue Qinghe's chest.
An inch longer, an inch stronger. Facing Xue Qinghe's formidable attack, Yun Ming chose the simplest solution: attack where the enemy must defend. If Xue Qinghe did not want to be run through by Yun Ming's spear, he would have to change his move to save himself.
Seeing this spear strike, which was as fast as a thunderbolt, Xue Qinghe sensed the danger and hurriedly canceled his attack. The four wings on his back flapped violently as he pulled up sharply to evade.
Seeing this, Yun Ming did not pursue. He looked at Xue Qinghe, who was circling overhead, and said.
"You cannot beat me. It would save everyone some trouble if you just surrendered."
However, Xue Qinghe clearly would not agree. Today, he had to teach this brat who defied the angels a lesson.
He saw his Fifth Soul Ring light up, and sacred fire ignited on his right hand, condensing into a long sword of light and flame.
Xue Qinghe's Fifth Soul Skill, 'Sacred Sword', was activated.
He spoke again.
"Don't even think about it! Again!"
With that, he gripped the long sword, locked his target onto Yun Ming, and dove down.
Watching this future Angel God who refused to give up until she saw the coffin, Yun Ming, seeing that the outside world had not yet discovered the commotion within, decided to play a few moves with Xue Qinghe to test his foundation.
Facing the Sacred Sword slashing down at his head, Yun Ming raised his Atlas Divine Spear, assuming a blocking stance to take the blow head-on.
"Clang—"
The Sacred Sword made contact with the shaft of the Atlas Spear, emitting a crisp chime.
Through this direct collision, Yun Ming immediately sensed the unique nature of Xue Qinghe's sacred soul power. When he clashed with him, the opponent's soul power invaded his body. Even without his Soul Core exerting force, the quality of Yun Ming's soul power was so high that it still showed faint signs of being dissolved.
Compared to the Angel of Hope, who also possessed sacred soul power, the sacred nature of the Six-Winged Angel was more focused on purging evil, while the Angel of Hope leaned more toward nourishment.
"Your power and attributes are not bad."
Yun Ming commented, pushing the Atlas Divine Spear upward to deflect the Sacred Sword.
He retracted the Atlas Spear, and the next instant, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, he thrust the spear upward with lightning speed, launching a fierce counterattack against Xue Qinghe.
With a sword in hand, Xue Qinghe naturally would not dodge when facing Yun Ming's long spear. He quickly closed the distance, used the spine of his sword to slap the side of the Atlas Spear to disrupt its trajectory, and then seized the opportunity to get close and deliver a horizontal slash.
An inch shorter, an inch riskier. Although Xue Qinghe had been busy with the grand plans of Martial Soul Hall over the years and had neglected his training, leaving him with few opportunities to fight, he still understood these basic principles of combat: when fighting someone with a long weapon, getting close was the best way to restrict their movement.
Yun Ming lowered his waist, letting the Sacred Sword graze the tip of his nose. Due to momentum, Xue Qinghe and Yun Ming crossed paths.
Seeing that his attack had failed, Xue Qinghe immediately twisted his body to prepare a counterattack, but Yun Ming adjusted even faster. By the time he turned to slash again, Yun Ming's storm-like barrage of multiple thrusts had already arrived.
Xue Qinghe swung his sword to block again, but this time it was not as easy as before. After parrying only a few strikes, he felt his hands, which were gripping the sword, go numb from the immense force carried by Yun Ming's Atlas Spear. His breathing and sword rhythm were disrupted involuntarily, and his defense became increasingly difficult.
Seeing that he couldn't block the next strike, Xue Qinghe gritted his teeth and detonated the Sacred Sword in his hand.
"Bang—"
The shockwave of the explosion blew Xue Qinghe away, simultaneously preventing any possibility of an immediate follow-up pursuit from Yun Ming.
Xue Qinghe tumbled through the air several times before regaining his balance. He looked a bit disheveled now; his originally luxurious and exquisite Crown Prince Outfit was somewhat tattered from the blast. Beyond the damage to his image, the main issue was that the impact had been too close, and he had failed to protect himself, resulting in some internal injuries as a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, he was immune to sacred soul power, otherwise, he would have had to dissolve a portion of his own soul power as well.
Having traded minor injuries for a major one to escape the attack, Xue Qinghe steadied his internal energy and stared intently at the site of the explosion. He didn't think he could resolve Yun Ming so easily, but such a sudden move should have caused him some injury.
But reality was destined not to go as Xue Qinghe wished. As the soul power light faded, Yun Ming appeared in his line of sight with his clothes neat and tidy, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.
Seeing that even this had failed to injure Yun Ming, Xue Qinghe felt a bit frantic. He was the contemporary successor of the Qian Family! How could he be completely crushed by a 'peer'?
Something was wrong, very wrong!
According to his intelligence, Yun Ming had advanced to Soul Emperor three years ago. Even if his cultivation had been fast over these three years, he should only be at the early stage of Soul Saint. Even if his spirit was top-tier, its quality shouldn't exceed that of the Six-Winged Angel. So, what exactly was going on with Yun Ming?
Ever since he obtained his Soul Core, Yun Ming's soul power aura had been almost completely concealed, so Xue Qinghe could not perceive his specific soul power level. Furthermore, Yun Ming had sealed his spear for three years and had only fought twice since then. Bibi Dong would not expose herself to lose face, and although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had spies from Martial Soul Hall, they were Bibi Dong's people and did not report to Xue Qinghe. Thus, he was completely ignorant of Yun Ming's situation and was relying entirely on speculation.
After these few rounds of brief exchanges, Yun Ming understood Xue Qinghe's level. As the possessor of the Super Spirit Six-Winged Angel, Xue Qinghe was not bad. His physical attributes—strength, speed, attributes, and so on—were all decent, with no weaknesses, and all were at the peak level for his rank. In particular, the sacred attribute was of such high quality that it was not inferior to an ultimate attribute.
However, aside from the conditions of his spirit, his combat experience and sword techniques—things that leaned toward skill—could not be called poor, but they were not as good as Tang San's! Moreover, he was quite old, and his soul power level was a bit low.
All in all, he was the worst of the three future gods Yun Ming had seen.
Of the three gods in the original timeline, the strongest was undoubtedly the dual-god form of Tang San, the most miserable was Bibi Dong, and the smoothest was Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue had incredibly high talent, the strongest background, a family-inherited godhood, and the fastest path to becoming a god. In her life, the few setbacks she faced, aside from her mother's cold violence in childhood, were all self-inflicted. It was quite something to play such a good hand of cards this way.
Yun Ming looked at Xue Qinghe, his eyes full of disappointment. Excluding the spirit, Xue Qinghe was simply too poor as a candidate for godhood. It seemed that becoming a god in this era was indeed quite simple!
Xue Qinghe did not know what Yun Ming was thinking, but seeing the look of disappointment in his eyes, his pride was stung. He flew into a rage and roared.
"Yun Ming, go to hell!!"
Immediately, a pitch-black soul ring lit up beneath his feet.
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