Outside Tian Shui City.
Thick, heavy clouds pressed down on the sky, and an inexplicable, bone-chilling cold emanated from the far north.
Ning Fengzhi, the Sword Douluo, and the Bone Douluo stood opposite Qian Daoliu in the distance.
"A Soul Douluo can actually fly—does he possess some special soul bone?"
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's hand shimmered with colorful radiance. However, under normal circumstances, aside from Soul Masters with certain special martial souls, only Title Douluo-level experts could fly.
Clearly, Ning Fengzhi did not meet this condition, which was why Qian Daoliu found it somewhat surprising.
"There's no need for the Grand Priest to trouble himself over this. Fengzhi has some abilities of his own," Ning Fengzhi replied calmly.
Indeed, for the sake of certain future plans, Ning Fengzhi—an auxiliary-type Soul Master—had to participate in the battle rather than stand at the back like a typical support Soul Master, cheering from the sidelines.
The reason Ning Fengzhi could fly was due to the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor leg bone he had taken from Tang Hao.
It possessed two skills: Endless Life and the ability to fly.
"Hmph, an auxiliary-type Soul Master not staying on the ground—are you here to seek death?" Qian Daoliu's right hand shimmered with flowing light as he condensed a sword brimming with holy aura from his soul power.
"Fengzhi's safety is our responsibility."
The Sword Douluo roared, and the Seven Kill Sword erupted with a fierce sword intent.
"Qian Daoliu, take this!"
Pure white soul power rose around him, enveloping his body as the Sword Douluo shot toward Qian Daoliu like an arrow released from its bow.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"
Space trembled faintly as white soul power condensed into countless sword blades, filling the surroundings.
"Go—"
In an instant, the countless flying swords trembled, their tips locking onto Qian Daoliu.
At the command, they launched a relentless assault on Qian Daoliu's position, forming a terrifying sword formation.
"Even with Ning Fengzhi's support, you're still only a rank 98."
"Little one, let me show you what it truly means to be invincible in the sky." Qian Daoliu unleashed his soul power.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red.
Nine soul rings appeared in sequence, their terrifying colors drawing attention—especially the 100,000-year red ninth soul ring, which tinged the surrounding air with a bloody hue.
Qian Daoliu did not use a soul skill. He merely tightened his grip slightly on the Angelic Holy Sword he had condensed.
"Soul skills… aren't meant to be used like this."
With a single sweep, the soul power he released tore through the countless sword blades of Myriad Swords Return to Origin, reducing them to fragments.
Even as he focused on the frontal assault, his body nimbly dodged the surrounding light swords as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
"Clang—clang clang clang!"
The sound of clashing weapons echoed around Qian Daoliu.
The dense barrage of sword attacks failed to leave even a single scratch on him.
A half-meter radius around Qian Daoliu seemed enveloped by an invisible barrier, forming an absolute safe zone.
The Sword Douluo realized that his opponent's comprehension of sword intent far surpassed his own. This effortless mastery was why his father had once said he might never catch up to Qian Daoliu in his lifetime.
It wasn't about soul power—it was about skill…
Qian Daoliu's mastery of the sword had reached the pinnacle.
Before long, the tens of thousands of energy blades from Myriad Swords Return to Origin dissipated into specks of light, scattering around Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu's gaze remained calm, his demeanor still that of an exalted expert.
"As expected of the Grand Priest of the Spirit Hall. You really do have some skill," the Bone Douluo said, materializing beside the Sword Douluo in a swirl of black mist. He teased,
"You're slacking, coward. One blocked attack and you're already scared?"
"You don't understand. That level of skill, even I…" The Sword Douluo tried to explain, but the Bone Douluo cut him off. "Skill? Heh, don't you know that raw power can overcome all?"
"Let me show you what real skill looks like."
The Bone Douluo transformed into a streak of black light, launching a rapid assault on Qian Daoliu.
"Darkness Domain!"
With the Bone Douluo at its center, dark soul power spread outward in a web-like pattern.
"A domain?"
Qian Daoliu was startled, quickly retreating to create distance. A flicker of shock passed through his calm eyes.
Such a pure domain?
He couldn't help but recall his battle with Di Tian years ago.
Di Tian's Darkness Domain had left him deeply unsettled.
That absolute darkness had nearly resisted purification even by the Angel Domain.
Qian Daoliu observed the spreading domain, his brows furrowing. "The purity of this domain is almost on par with Di Tian's, but its intensity is far weaker."
"In that case…" A holy aura surged from Qian Daoliu as the six wings of his Seraphim martial soul fluttered slightly, releasing layers of radiant light.
"Angel Domain!"
On one side was pure darkness; on the other, sacred radiance capable of purifying all shadows.
"Boom—"
As the two domains clashed, the Bone Douluo's Darkness Domain was immediately suppressed, teetering on the verge of collapse.
"Seven Kill Domain!"
The Sword Douluo joined the confrontation as a streak of sword light. With his soul power unleashed, his Seven Kill Domain synergized perfectly with the Bone Douluo's Darkness Domain.
"Domain fusion?"
Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed.
He knew the Sword Douluo possessed the Seven Kill Domain—he had researched the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's information beforehand.
Moreover, Chen Jianjun had used the Seven Kill Domain during their battle years ago.
But for two domains to complement each other and achieve synergy?
While Bibi Dong had previously managed to stack multiple domains, that was because her personal soul power was compatible.
The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were two different individuals, and their soul powers should have strongly repelled each other. Yet, they could still stack their domains—this was truly unbelievable.
The combined strength of their domains was no less than Bibi Dong stacking three domains.
It could only be said that both of their domains were exceptionally pure, and their power seemed no weaker than Bibi Dong's at the time.
The Seven Kill Domain and Darkness Domain working in tandem to rival the Angel Domain was genuinely surprising to Qian Daoliu.
As Qian Daoliu pondered how they planned to break the deadlock—given his overwhelming advantage in soul power—two terrifying pressures locked onto him.
Then, a furious roar echoed:
"Ninth Soul Skill—Bone Transformation: Divine Dragon!"
"Ninth Soul Skill—Divine Demon Slash, Sword Path: Chen Xin!"
The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo simultaneously activated their Martial Soul True Bodies, and their ninth soul rings blazed to life.
The Bone Douluo controlled his bone dragon, launching an attack at Qian Daoliu.
Above Qian Daoliu's head, sword intent surged menacingly.
A massive sword of light—blending black demonic energy with pure sword intent—hovered over Qian Daoliu like the Sword of Damocles.
"Hmph, ninth soul skills?"
"Nothing special."
"You're far inferior to Tang Chen." Though Tang Chen's swordsmanship was abysmal—treating the Asura God Sword like a hammer—he had divine power on his side!
Even so, their battles had always ended in a stalemate.
These two juniors' attacks might seem grand and imposing, but they were nothing remarkable.
"I, Qian Daoliu, have nothing to fear!"