Chapter 104: You're Not Enough—Send a Soul Saint Elder Instead
The next morning.
Qian Renxue once again stood on the arena. She had pretty much finished exploring the Clear Sky Sect the day before.
The sect was indeed large, but most of its structures, built by the Defense Clan, followed a uniform design. Much of the land was used for soul beast husbandry, so apart from a few waterfalls, there wasn't much worth seeing.
This arena wasn't the same as the small platforms at the single-attribute clans' residences. It was the main arena at the center of the sect, halfway up the mountain—where foot traffic was highest.
Just like the day before—perhaps even more so—a crowd had gathered. Yet it didn't feel crowded.
"Clear Sky Sect, Tang Clan, is anyone bold enough to step up?"
Her voice was soft, but amplified by soul power, her melodious tone echoed in every listener's ear.
The Tang Clan members all frowned. Yesterday, she had challenged the single-attribute clans—Strength, Defense, Speed—and had yet to fight the Break Clan. So why was she skipping straight to the Tang Clan?
Did she think the Break Clan unworthy? Or did she believe the Tang Clan was weaker?
Obviously, it was the latter. The Break Clan members were all death-seeking lunatics. Without purification from aerial and angelic advantages, defeating them wasn't about tactics—it was pure brute force and who could outlast whom.
"Qian Renxue! I'll be your opponent!"
A man in his thirties jumped onto the platform, anger clear on his face as if he had a personal vendetta against her.
Qian Xunji, sitting nearby, thought the man looked familiar—like he'd seen him somewhere before.
Murmurs spread through the crowd. "That's Elder Seven's son, Tang Yang. After his father was crippled by the Pope yesterday, he must be here for revenge."
Qian Xunji smiled. So he's Tang Lie's son. That explains the hostility.
Thirty-something years old, level 67. His talent was not inferior to Tang Lie's. Since their age gap was large, Tang Lie likely had him late in life. Tang Yang blamed Tang Hao for his father's downfall, which explained his resentment.
Tang Yang's six soul rings—two yellow, two purple, two black—appeared. Flames surged from his hands, forming a massive blazing Clear Sky Hammer the size of a water tank.
Qian Renxue remained expressionless. "You're not enough. Send a Soul Saint elder instead."
"You arrogant brat! You think beating our affiliated Soul Saints means you can look down on us?!"
The Tang Clan viewed the Clear Sky Hammer as invincible. Apart from Tang Hao's loss, it remained undefeated. With level suppression, most battles ended in just a few strikes—especially with their chaotic hammer style.
As for the Nine Absolute Arts of the Clear Sky Sect, most disciples never learned them all. Only prodigies like Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, hailed as future successors since age six, received full transmission. Soul Kings mastered two, Soul Emperors two more, Soul Saints two more, and Soul Douluos three—for a total of nine.
"Third Soul Skill—Raging Solar Hammer!"
Tang Yang leaped into the air, spinning his Clear Sky Hammer at high speed. Flames formed into chunks of molten rock raining down.
So this is Elder Seven's kid… Looks like he inherited his father's hammer skills.
Tang San watched with disinterest. He had no love for Tang Lie's lineage—they'd bullied him plenty. He'd deal with them later. But Spirit Hall was his true enemy.
Qian Renxue's fifth ring lit up—Holy Sword in hand. She slashed twice, breaking some of the flaming rocks. Then, wings spread wide, she soared upward and began circling, dodging the barrage.
Tang Yang's third soul ring dimmed, and his fifth lit up. A ten-thousand-year soul ring slid up his hammer. The weapon split into two.
Whispers spread. "That's a soul beast Elder Seven's faction discovered. Killing it lets the Clear Sky Hammer duplicate. The skill gets doubled."
"Even some elders without Martial Soul True Body can fight thanks to that skill."
Qian Renxue noted the hammer duplication but remained unbothered.
"Hammer Control!"
His second soul ring lit up. One hammer was thrown and hovered mid-air, pursuing Qian Renxue.
She slowed slightly to let him get used to the chase—then suddenly darted toward him.
Tang Yang reflexively raised his hand, calling the hammer back.
Just three meters apart, Qian Renxue's first soul ring lit up.
Tang Lie, watching proudly, muttered, "You think I didn't predict this? I've trained here for years."
"Take this—Heaven-Shattering Strike!"
He swung his hammer fiercely. It glowed like a small sun.
That's soul power!
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed. She couldn't dodge. She blocked with the Holy Sword and was flung several meters, skidding across the ground. Her arms trembled, blood surged internally.
The Heaven-Shattering Strike was a unique Clear Sky technique, converting part of the hammer's force into pure soul power—perfectly countering Ghost Douluo's or Angel's Wing-like skills.
Blocking with a weapon meant taking the full brunt of both physical and soul power. Her angelic martial soul wasn't as forceful as the hammer. And her soul power was lower. She couldn't endure many hits.
"Nice! Great hit!"
Clear Sky Sect disciples cheered. Qian Renxue had finally taken a blow. Tang Yang stood, twin hammers in hand, exuding strength.
"I underestimated you. Now I'll go all out."
Her expression turned cold. Her six wings glowed brightly. Angel Domain activated—blinding Tang Yang with golden light.
Feeling the pressure, he lowered his center of gravity and focused.
A golden slash came—Holy Sword. He blocked it, but no one wielded it directly.
From the outside, those with high perception saw Qian Renxue using soul power to control the sword as a decoy. Her second and fourth rings lit up. Under Angelic Descent, she got behind him—Angel Assault aimed not at his back, but his elbow.
Crack!
"AAARGH!"
His arm twisted grotesquely. Still airborne, Qian Renxue grabbed his other arm, raised her knee, and slammed down.
"AAAHHH!!"
Qian Xunji winced. Maybe I trained her too hard. She's vicious. Always aiming for the joints.
"Your Holiness!" Tang Xiao shouted. "Isn't this excessive? This was supposed to be friendly sparring!"
Qian Xunji blinked innocently. "Sect Master Tang, would you rather my daughter hit his torso instead? That would've caused internal bleeding."
Tang Xiao faltered. True—an unguarded strike to the back would've ended the match and damaged internal organs.
Qian Xunji turned back to the arena. Tang Xiao couldn't match him in wordplay—maybe in 20,000 years.
Qian Renxue deactivated her domain. Tang Yang lay face-down, both arms broken, unable to wield his hammers.
"I told you—you're not enough. Send a Soul Saint elder."
She kicked him off the stage.
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