The terrifying pressure emanating from the phantom, along with the soul power fluctuations that inspired fear, made even Qian Daoliu dare not take it lightly. His chest heaved as he took a deep breath:
"A triple-body Martial Soul Fusion Skill—still incomplete, yet already shocking enough."
"Angel God Armor!"
The soul power drifting in the surroundings began to compress, forming a set of golden armor.
Holy light radiated, complementing the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind him, giving off an air of unattainable nobility.
At the same time, the Angel Sacred Sword formed from soul power in Qian Daoliu's hand disappeared.
The next moment, a weapon engraved with intricate patterns and special inscriptions appeared in his grasp.
Its design was similar to the vanished Angel Sacred Sword, but the profound mysteries within far surpassed the previous one.
This was the true Angel Sacred Sword—the divine weapon once wielded by the Angel God, which Qian Daoliu had resolved to draw from the Judgement Hall.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you truly are impressive."
Qian Daoliu's voice carried an overwhelming majesty. The wings of his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul fluttered slightly, amplifying his imposing presence.
"Your performance has caught my attention. Then, let me show you my true strength—the reason I am hailed as the Unrivaled Under the Heavens in Douluo Continent!"
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul grew more solid, its holy radiance expanding.
It stood in direct opposition to the triple-body Martial Soul Fusion Skill formed by Ning Fengzhi and the others.
With Sword Douluo as the core, the triple-body fusion skill began to move.
The three stood in a triangular formation as the phantom behind them brandished its weapon, releasing energy that locked onto Qian Daoliu's position.
An ancient voice reverberated.
The clouds in the sky churned, accompanied by thunderous roars akin to lightning.
Fused with Sword Douluo's sword intent and Bone Douluo's dark aura, the energy split along the blade's edges, achieving perfect balance.
Stabilized by Ning Fengzhi's Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the massive phantom took full form.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Divine Demon Sunder!"
A colossal sword energy erupted with the slash, black and white soul power intertwining to form a new force.
Under the enhancement of 26 soul rings, the power of this soul skill had already surpassed Sword Douluo's usual fused-ring techniques.
This triple-body fusion skill was the culmination of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo's combined efforts—though still incomplete and riddled with flaws, its oppressive might was no weaker than Qian Daoliu's current state.
As the strike descended, the space ahead distorted violently.
It was as though the air itself had been torn open. The soul skill, compressed to its limit, howled with a piercing screech, surging toward Qian Daoliu with lightning speed.
Faced with this overwhelming force, even Qian Daoliu could not afford carelessness.
Holding the Angel Sacred Sword horizontally before him, he unleashed all his soul power.
His crimson ninth soul ring erupted with dazzling radiance.
With a low grunt, Qian Daoliu declared:
"Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, Ninth Soul Skill—Angel's Judgement!"
Instantly, using himself as the fulcrum, the power of his Martial Soul began to expand outward.
The Six-Winged Angel holding the sacred sword solidified further, its form resembling a graceful woman, yet exuding an aura that demanded worship.
The infinitely magnified phantom swung the Angel Sacred Sword forward, mirroring Qian Daoliu's movements.
The sky seemed to split apart as scorching light, infused with soul power capable of purifying all things, surged forth.
To maximize its power, Qian Daoliu had already activated his Angel Domain.
The black-and-white intertwined energy came from the triple-body fusion skill—Divine Demon Sunder.
Meanwhile, the scorching, sacred force that turned the air red originated from the Angel Sacred Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand.
When the two forces clashed, a sizzling sound filled the air.
Sparks of flame flickered from the friction before being snuffed out by the rampaging shockwaves.
"BOOM—"
The sky fell eerily silent.
Then—
The two soul skills collided.
Energy erupted, the violent shockwaves devouring both combatants.
Even as far as Tian Shui City, the aftershocks of this godly-demonic clash could be felt clearly.
The explosion seemed endless.
Eventually, Qian Daoliu retreated from the smoke, his gaze fixed on Sword Douluo and the others, who had also withdrawn.
"Bone skill?" Qian Daoliu noticed the armor-like ability covering Ning Fengzhi—a defensive skill from the Evil Spirit Orca King.
How extravagant. Instead of giving it to Chen Xin or Gu Rong, they gave it to a support-type soul master.
But precisely because of this, Ning Fengzhi, at level 89, had managed to withstand the devastating aftermath.
Compared to the panting trio, Qian Daoliu appeared relatively unharmed, his complexion still healthy.
"Pfft—"
Suddenly, a sweet taste filled Qian Daoliu's mouth as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Grandfather!" Qian Renxue, who had been under his protection, noticed his condition.
"Xue'er, stay back!" Qian Daoliu transmitted his voice with soul power before refocusing.
The injuries from my last battle with Tang Chen haven't fully healed. Even after breaking through, using the Angel God Armor and Angel Sacred Sword still places a heavy burden on me.
The Martial Soul Fusion Skill was indeed powerful, but with Ning Fengzhi's trio only wielding an incomplete version, harming him at full strength should have been impossible.
Had Chen Xin reached level 98, amplified by Ning Fengzhi's Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to rival level 99, the outcome might have been different.
"Hahahaha—HAHAHAHAHA!"
A grating laugh drew Qian Daoliu's attention.
Sword Douluo's aura had grown chaotic, as though something had shattered—his soul power quality was rising uncontrollably.
"Father! I wounded Qian Daoliu! I've finally accomplished what even you couldn't!"
"HAHAHAHA—"
Qian Daoliu's pupils constricted.
The increasingly dense soul power around Chen Xin wasn't the result of temporary buffs—it was a complete enhancement, from muscle density to physical resilience.
Not even the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could achieve this.
"He broke through his bottleneck." The realization flashed through Qian Daoliu's mind.
"Level 98!"
Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, had reached the pinnacle of his father, Chen Jianjun's, legacy.
Having used the Martial Soul Fusion Skill—still unmastered and exhausting—the trio was nearly drained.
Sword Douluo's breakthrough left Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong stunned.
"Coward, you…"
"My heart's knot is undone. I've broken through." Sword Douluo exhaled lightly, marveling at his newfound strength.
"Even so, we still don't stand a chance, do we?"
Bone Douluo was happy for him, but with their current half-baked fusion skill, defeating Qian Daoliu seemed impossible.
Having already expended tremendous energy, attempting a second fusion was unlikely.
"Humph. Even so, I won't cower before an enemy." Sword Douluo gripped the Seven Kill Sword tightly, his tone resolute.
"Impressive, Chen Xin. You truly embody your father's spirit," Qian Daoliu praised. "But as you are now, defeating me remains impossible."
"Humph. Qian Daoliu, you're injured, aren't you?" Sword Douluo smirked. "That means we can hurt you."
"Hah. That injury is from my battle with Tang Chen—it has nothing to do with you."
Silence.
Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi exchanged glances.
Sword Douluo: "…"
Damn it. So I misunderstood.
The atmosphere turned awkward instantly.
Sword Douluo coughed twice, pretending it didn't matter.
"That's enough. I'll handle the rest."
A sudden, eerily familiar voice cut through the tension.
A massive clock, seven to eight meters in diameter, materialized between the two sides.
A girl in gothic lolita attire gradually solidified from nothingness.
Placing her hand on the ancient clock, she watched as it shrank, transforming into two pistols in her grasp.
"Tokisaki Kurumi. You've finally made your move." Qian Daoliu's expression darkened.
"Tokisaki Kurumi? Hmm… call me that if you like. After all, this is how I appear now."
Her soft, seemingly fragile voice contrasted sharply with the oppressive aura she exuded—one that practically screamed "I am strong."
Tapping the back of her right hand with her left pistol, she spoke leisurely:
"Now, now, no need to be so surprised."
As she finished speaking, soul rings began rising from beneath her feet.
With each new ring, the breathing of everyone present grew labored—even Qian Daoliu's gaze turned vacant.
"Im… impossible!"
Qian Daoliu's voice trembled.
"Even a divine servant shouldn't possess such soul rings!"