On the high platform!
Bibi Dong watched as Qian Renxue was gradually forced back by Qian Renshang's soul power, her eyes filled with shock and worry.
Bibi Dong's face was gloomy, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Damn it... Soul power is so terrifying, this will surely break the current balance.
The future situation is becoming increasingly unpredictable." "
This kind of thing was actually created by that brat Qian Renshang, outrageous... Even I can't do it, yet he can!"
For the first time, Bibi Dong felt jealousy.
She considered herself the most powerful genius of this generation on the Douluo Continent, but she never expected Qian Renshang to be even more outrageous than her.
Even if Qian Renshang was her son, it wouldn't matter!
"The Soul Spirit Technique must be under my control!
Bibi Dong's gaze towards Qian Renshang on the arena was filled with greed.
Qian Daoliu's gaze remained gloomy throughout, showing no reaction to Qian Renxue's decline, and the same when he saw the Soul Spirit.
He simply stared at Qian Renshang's back, or more precisely, at the twelve-winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul behind him!
His hands were clenched tightly, as if suppressing something?
...
...
On the arena!
"Hehe...you're not so great either?"
Zi Ji said smugly, hands on her hips.
Compared to her, a Beast King with hundreds of thousands of cultivation points, Qian Renxue was still too inexperienced!
Qian Renxue's expression was extremely ugly.
Her originally delicate face was now twisted with rage, veins bulging on her forehead, her teeth clenched, and her eyes almost spitting fire.
"You despicable bastard, how dare you humiliate me like this... I'll kill you, I will definitely kill you!"
She roared uncontrollably, her voice filled with boundless anger and killing intent.
In this moment of overwhelming rage, Qian Renxue suddenly unleashed her sixth soul skill, a 100,000-year soul skill!
She no longer wanted to hold back.
She had originally thought Zi Ji was just a pretty face, someone she could easily manipulate, but she hadn't expected to be beaten so badly.
"Angelic Judgment!"
A vast, boundless, and dazzling power of light erupted like a volcano.
The light was so intense it seemed to illuminate the entire world, making it impossible to look directly at it.
This powerful force swept out with overwhelming force, melting away darkness wherever it passed, like snow meeting the blazing sun.
The space that had been suppressed and devoured by endless darkness, almost devoid of light, was suddenly cleaved open as if by a brilliant holy light from the heavens, instantly filled with the surging power of light.
The entire space became incomparably dazzling, like a sacred domain formed from pure light elements.
Seeing this, Zi Ji, who was watching from the sidelines, became even more somber and gloomy.
She frowned deeply, her gaze fixed on the expanding light, muttering to herself,
"Such powerful light energy... truly worthy of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!"
Meanwhile, Qian Renxue, at the center of the battlefield, reacted quite differently.
A smug smile graced her beautiful face, seemingly quite pleased with the effect of her released light energy.
"Hmph, a mere spirit dares to oppose me? Utterly overestimating yourself!"
Qian Renxue scoffed contemptuously, her clear, melodious voice, filled with arrogance, echoing through the air.
Then, with a flick of her arm, dazzling beams of light shot forth, carrying earth-shattering power as they hurtled towards Zi Ji.
Faced with Qian Renxue's fierce and relentless attack, Zi Ji tried her best to defend, but the difference in strength between them was simply too great.
Faced with wave after wave of overwhelming attacks, Zi Ji's steps began to falter, and her body involuntarily retreated.
"No... this power of light even carries a hint of divine pressure."
Zi Ji's face darkened. As a spirit, her power was limited, while Qian Renxue's power of light was known for its regenerative abilities.
With this disparity in strength... Zi Ji was truly no match.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue grew even more smug.
She laughed loudly, her laughter echoing through the heavens:
"Hahahaha, you pathetic fellow! Look at your wretched state now!
I'll see how long you can hold out! Today is destined to be your end!"
The laughter, surrounded by the power of light, sounded particularly arrogant and grating.
"You..."
Zi Ji, her face contorted with rage, was about to fight Qian Renxue.
But behind her, Qian Renshang gave an order: "Zi Ji, step back!"
His voice was steady and powerful.
Zi Ji was somewhat displeased upon hearing this.
If her true form were here, she would have crushed Qian Renxue in her lifetime.
"Aunt Zi Ji, you've done enough. Let me handle the rest..."
Qian Renshang said gently, and Zi Ji quickly withdrew.
"Don't go..."
Qian Renxue was furious when she saw Zi Ji retreat.
She hadn't even gotten her revenge yet, but Qian Renshang ignored her.
He had already achieved his goal today.
He hadn't intended to use Zi Ji to defeat Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue, with her five black and three red eight-ring Soul Douluo level, already possessed the strength of a typical Super Douluo. Zi Ji's dark power was already countered; how could she possibly be a match for her?
The Soul Spirit's reputation has already spread far and wide; he's already overheard the discussions in the audience.
Next, he just needs to defeat Qian Renxue!
"So, he's finally going to go himself... my good little brother."
However, seeing Qian Renshang decide to go himself, Qian Renxue was still very happy.
After all, she had been looking forward to a real battle with Qian Renshang for a long time!
She didn't think she would lose!
She had the help of a god; light overcomes darkness... how could she possibly lose!
"Five minutes. If I can't defeat you... then I admit defeat!"
Qian Renshang suddenly said in a deep voice. Qian Renxue's expression froze, and the audience was shocked.
Five minutes?
Was this guy that arrogant?
But the next moment, Qian Renshang's aura suddenly changed, and his Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul was instantly released in full force.
The dark aura was like rolling black clouds, blotting out the sun.
Twelve enormous black wings spread out, each radiating a heart-palpitating power.
The powerful pressure was like an invisible giant hand, instantly crushing towards Qian Renxue.
That was just the appetizer; now comes the full force.
Qian Renxue felt her breath catch in her throat, as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on her.
The smug look on her face instantly froze, replaced by solemnity.
(End of Chapter)
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