After a brief moment of daze, Yang Xiong's expression turned incredibly ferocious.
At this moment, Yang Xiong recalled the struggles of his life, the path to becoming stronger. To enhance his strength, Yang Xiong had spared no effort.
He had not only acquired various resources but also trained his body desperately every time, hovering between life and death, breaking through his limits again and again.
Whether it was the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well, the Blood River in Slaughter City, or even the Tidal Body Tempering on Sea God Island, he had been in desperate situations time and again, on the verge of collapse repeatedly, and even felt as if his body was about to melt.
But Yang Xiong had endured every time, which was why he possessed his current strength, the strength to truly resist fate.
Yang Xiong had always been extremely unwilling. In the Douluo world, Tang San was the undisputed Son of Destiny, while Qian Renxue possessed talent akin to a God. Apart from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and a few others, everyone else was just cannon fodder.
Yang Xiong was unwilling to be cannon fodder, unwilling to be unable to escape the fate of being at the mercy of others in this life. Even Gods could not stop him from becoming stronger, and even Gods could not control his destiny.
At this moment, Yang Xiong let out a roar. What if they were Gods? As long as he was strong enough, as long as he broke through countless times, he would definitely be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Gods with his mortal body.
In that instant, Yang Xiong's mind recalled the situation in Slaughter City, the red light of the Asura God, the moves of the Asura God, and the Asura God's earth-shattering sword strike against the Dragon God.
In terms of strength, the Dragon God could absolutely crush the five God Kings. Even the Asura God was like an ant in front of the Dragon God.
But the Asura God did not give up and unleashed the strongest sword strike in the world. That sword strike pierced through heaven and earth, that sword strike was unprecedented, that sword strike seemed to rebuild the order between heaven and earth.
At this moment, Yang Xiong was incredibly resolute, seemingly integrating all his strength into the Asura Demon Sword, using all his might to unleash his strongest sword strike. This sword strike contained all of Yang Xiong's Slaughter Qi, all of Yang Xiong's unwillingness, Yang Xiong's challenge to the Gods, and even the Asura God's maintenance of order, like a mortal challenging a God.
What Yang Xiong didn't know was that while he was fully focused, the blood-red figure behind him had changed, becoming exactly like the Asura God he had seen in the Asura God Hall.
After this full-power sword strike was unleashed, heaven and earth fell silent. Even Qian Renxue's Angel's Judgement instantly turned into nothingness. The blood-red light directly locked onto Qian Renxue, as if to shatter Qian Renxue, the Angel God Inheritor.
This was Yang Xiong's full-power strike, and also the second move the Asura God had used: Asura God Destruction.
Under this strike, Qian Renxue's Angel's Judgement was directly shattered, and the giant Six-Winged Angel was directly broken into pieces. Heaven and earth trembled at this moment, as if countless people were roaring, as if countless people were challenging the Gods.
The giant Six-Winged Angel was shattered in this instant, and Qian Renxue also coughed up blood. But even so, Qian Renxue was incredibly terrified at this moment, as if she was on the verge of life and death.
At this critical moment, the long sword in Yang Xiong's hand changed slightly. At the last moment, it missed Qian Renxue's vital points and directly severed the wings of the Six-Winged Angel.
Yang Xiong's words echoed throughout the sky.
"You lost!"
Qian Renxue, who was originally high and mighty, was heavily struck by Yang Xiong and fell to the ground like a meteor. Her entire body was covered in terrifying wounds, her golden armor was stained red with blood, and blood flowed all over the ground.
Even at the last moment, Qian Renxue seemed to become incredibly bald. Yang Xiong's final strike had shattered all her confidence, shattered her once high and mighty words, and also shattered her pride in this life.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiong gradually regained his composure. The desperate aura from before had completely disappeared, and the Asura Demon Sword returned directly to its sheath.
Looking at Qian Renxue's miserable state, Yang Xiong couldn't help but shake his head. He directly sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover his body.
In this battle, Yang Xiong had pushed his strength to the limit, and even comprehended the second form of the Asura God inheritance in the last instant: Asura God Destruction.
This move was even more powerful and overbearing than the Asura Judgment from before. If it truly reached its peak, Yang Xiong even suspected that using this move could slay Gods.
But at the last moment, Yang Xiong finally understood the meaning of the Asura God inheritance and the meaning of this trial from the Asura God.
Asura is about stopping killing with killing, maintaining the justice and order of the world. Although the Asura God and the Angel God are natural enemies, the order of the world cannot be maintained by the Asura God alone; it requires everyone to maintain it.
Perhaps the Asura God had anticipated this long ago. The Asura God had specifically told Yang Xiong that the later trials were not about ability, but about choice.
If Yang Xiong chose to kill Qian Renxue now, or cripple her, everything in this world would change, and even the structure of the God Realm would change.
Once Qian Renxue fell, not only would Qian Daoliu go mad, but all the enshrined in the Spirit Empire would also go mad, and even Bibi Dong would go mad. At that time, order would completely collapse, and the Douluo world would become a purgatory.
And Yang Xiong had not yet become a God, not even reached the Titled Douluo level, so he had no strength to establish order.
This was probably the Asura God's trial for him, and the choice problem the Asura God had mentioned.
Yang Xiong sat beside Qian Renxue for a full half a day before the severely injured Qian Renxue slowly woke up.
Qian Renxue endured the pain in her body and sat on the ground, her eyes filled with extreme anger.
"Yang Xiong, you bastard, why did you hold back at the last moment? Why didn't you just kill me?"
Yang Xiong shook his head: "Qian Renxue, you lost. Your life is now in my hands. Your former pride is just a joke."
Qian Renxue laughed like a madwoman.
"Yang Xiong, are you not killing me just to show me mercy? Just to humiliate me now? I would rather die than be humiliated by you."
Yang Xiong's face was unusually calm: "No one wants to humiliate you. We fought a fair and square battle. I won, you lost. That's the simplest result."
"As for why I didn't kill you, it's because of the contributions your Angel Clan has made to the Douluo Continent. Your Angel Clan has maintained the order of the Douluo Continent. Your Angel Clan once united humanity and organized humans to resist the Soul Beast clan, otherwise there would be no development of the Soul Master world."
Qian Renxue retorted: "Is that the only reason? We are natural enemies. Whether it's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or Asura, they are all enemies of my Angel Clan, all enemies of my Spirit Hall."
A hint of disdain appeared in Yang Xiong's eyes: "Do you only see these insignificant things? No wonder you cultivated to level ninety-eight, yet you still can't understand the true meaning of the Angel God."
"Over the years, you have used every trick and scheme, and even wasted your time and talent for power and desire, for those ghostly tricks in the Heaven Dou Empire Imperial Palace. Don't you feel you have failed the Angel Ancestral God?"
Hearing this, Qian Renxue fell silent. Her entire life had been about proving herself, about proving herself to that woman. But the years spent in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace seemed to have made her lose herself completely.
Even after completing seven of the Angel Nine Trials, she was always unable to face her true self, always unable to face her dark side, which was why she finally launched this challenge.
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and stood up. The anger and hatred in her eyes were gone, replaced by an unusual calmness.
"Yang Xiong, I lost this time, but I will definitely not lose to you next time."
"You spared me once. If I defeat you in the future, I will also spare your life. I, Qian Renxue, will never owe you anything in this life."
After saying that, Qian Renxue endured the severe pain in her body and slowly left the area.
Yang Xiong looked at Qian Renxue's retreating figure and couldn't help but shake his head.
"This little angel is quite interesting, but those I defeat can never surpass me, even if they become Gods."
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiong spoke indifferently.
"Since Senior has arrived, why not show yourself?"
As expected, as Yang Xiong's words fell, a golden figure slowly walked out.
This person was extremely handsome, looking to be in his thirties or forties, with long golden hair and very ordinary clothing.
Especially, there were no soul power fluctuations on this person at all, like an ordinary person without soul power.
But Yang Xiong knew that someone who could appear on Two Peaks and silently observe this battle would absolutely not be an ordinary person. All of this could only mean that this person's strength had reached the peak of a Soul Master, perhaps even surpassing Qian Renxue.
The middle-aged man seemed somewhat indifferent. "Young friend, you held back on your last move just now. This old man is extremely grateful."
Yang Xiong smiled. "Since Senior Qian Daoliu was present, what difference does it make whether I held back on my last move or not? No matter what, I couldn't kill Qian Renxue, and I would even put myself in a deadly situation."
The person who arrived was indeed Qian Daoliu, the true number one expert on the Douluo Continent.
Compared to Tang Chen's fierce and overbearing nature, Qian Daoliu seemed incredibly calm, without even a ripple of soul power. He didn't resemble a top expert at all, instead giving Yang Xiong a feeling of returning to simplicity.
In terms of strength, Tang Chen had been trapped in Slaughter City for fifty years, while Qian Daoliu had been diligently cultivating in the Douluo Hall. His strength was definitely greater than Tang Chen's, and his realm was even higher.
Qian Daoliu smiled. "This old man is a renowned figure after all. I wouldn't possibly gang up on a junior with my granddaughter. Besides, with the Asura Demon Sword in your hand, I'm afraid no one in this world can keep you."
"Furthermore, this old man is already old. I no longer wish to interfere in the struggles of the Soul Master world. This time, I only left the Douluo Hall because I was worried about my granddaughter's safety."
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