While Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo Gu Rong weren't particularly sensitive to dark or evil forces, Qian Renfeng was entirely different.
His Angel Martial Soul was among the purest and most righteous of all martial souls. Spirit Hall had originally been founded to eradicate evil soul masters from the Douluo Continent.
To save the innocent from suffering—that was the Angel God's original mission.
The divine energy within Qian Renfeng allowed him to perfectly sense the corrupt aura beginning to rise within Ning Rongrong. If this darkness were allowed to continue growing, it could very well give rise to another evil soul master—right under everyone's noses.
"Senior, may we begin?"
Ning Fengzhi hadn't noticed the change in Qian Renfeng's expression. He only saw him constantly staring at his daughter and assumed he was still angry about what happened the other night.
He quickly interrupted, "There are no civilians nearby. Even if we go all out, we won't harm anyone!"
"Xue Qinghe," too, saw Qian Renfeng's expression and misunderstood, letting out a small smile.
Since when was this guy so petty?
"I've already had the imperial guards sweep a wide perimeter—several miles around. There won't be a single civilian nearby. You can fight freely," she assured them.
Then she tugged at Qian Renfeng's sleeve playfully and whispered:
"Don't be so petty! If you're too petty, you'll never find a girlfriend!"
"She already apologized to you, didn't she? Let it go!"
But Qian Renfeng didn't argue. He simply sighed as he looked at Ning Rongrong one last time and said nothing more.
If she continued down this path, she might truly fall into darkness.
He quietly placed the silver half-mask over his face again. The autumn wind brushed his cheek, yet it no longer felt cold.
"Let's begin."
Bone Douluo nodded. Behind him, a gray-black bone dragon emerged. Its body was devoid of flesh—just massive white bones forming a skeletal dragon, majestic and terrifying.
But this was no ordinary bone dragon. Its frame was colossal, and the pressure it exuded was suffocating. This was the Bone Dragon King—the king of all skeletal dragons!
Gu Rong, a Level 95 defense- and agility-type Battle Soul Master, was a true powerhouse!
Both he and Qian Renfeng rose into the sky. Even though the area had been cleared, the pressure from the Title Douluo battles wasn't something that could be safely contained within a few miles.
Ning Fengzhi's expression turned serious as he cast a support buff on himself and also rose into the air. For some reason, he had a strong feeling:
Qian Renfeng's power seemed to restrain Bone Douluo.
Above, thick autumn storm clouds gathered, threatening to release a downpour that could wash away the tension hanging over the city's outskirts.
"Please, show me your strength!"
Bone Douluo didn't wait for Qian Renfeng to activate his martial soul. Sword Douluo had already warned him multiple times about how powerful this young man was.
If they wanted any advantage, they had to strike first.
Even if the approach seemed underhanded—so be it. If they waited for Qian Renfeng to attack first, Gu Rong would lose any chance at controlling the rhythm of battle.
Nine spirit rings emerged around Bone Douluo—two yellow, two purple, five black—the optimal configuration for most Title Douluos.
After all, Title Douluos with 100,000-year soul rings were extremely rare!
"First Soul Skill: Bone Spike!"
A sharp spike in the shape of a miniature bone dragon shot toward Qian Renfeng. The reason he started with the first skill was simple—it could be instantly cast.
Even if it wasn't very powerful, its speed gave it the potential to seize the initiative.
Qian Renfeng smiled and released his Angel Martial Soul. Eight brilliant wings flared behind him.
The Bone Dragon was technically a variant of a skeletal martial soul, which meant it leaned heavily toward dark and evil energy.
Even if it was the king of its kind—the Bone Dragon King—
In the eyes of the Angel God, it was simply the king of a wicked race.
The Angel God wielded the powers of light, justice, judgment, and even the sun itself.
Against such dark beings, the Angel God's divine energy had extremely overwhelming restraint—more than several times over.
Qian Renfeng didn't dodge.
Instead, countless strands of divine energy naturally gathered in front of him, forming a radiant barrier.
Why choose to fight in the sky?
Because the Angel God is the God of the Sky!
"Fifth Soul Skill: Wings of Radiance!"
Qian Renfeng's wings spread wide. Two wings kept him balanced, while the other six extended outward.
In front of him, countless white feathers—formed from a fusion of soul power and divine energy—appeared, floating weightlessly in the air.
In less than a second, tens of thousands of feathers condensed and surged toward Bone Douluo like a brilliant white tide.
The divine radiance made the sky shine like midday.
To the average person, looking up into the sky, it simply appeared as if a second sun had risen.
But to Bone Douluo Gu Rong, it was pure terror.
Each of those feathers—each one—carried enough force to equal a full-force strike from a Soul King. Even if their actual power didn't match exactly, the momentum and pressure alone were on the level of an army of ten thousand Soul Kings!
Bone Douluo immediately activated his Martial Soul True Body—the colossal Bone Dragon King.
Above, the storm clouds suddenly converged in his direction—as if drawn in by the presence of the skeletal dragon.
The overwhelming pressure of a Title Douluo clashed with this divine onslaught of feathers. But Gu Rong did not stop there.
Qian Renfeng was too strong.
If he only used his Martial Soul True Body, he wouldn't survive this move. The divine power in this technique completely countered him!
His defenses were likely cut in half just by the elemental mismatch!
"Fengzhi!!"
Bone Douluo's roar echoed across the sky as the white feather barrage crashed down upon him like an unending wave of divine light.
One wave after another, it struck at the Bone Dragon King's body, intent on shattering it into pieces!
At the same time, Ning Fengzhi wasn't doing much better. The pressure Qian Renfeng emitted was simply overwhelming!
While he could support a Title Douluo, that didn't mean he could recklessly enter a Title Douluo battlefield himself!
"Seventh Soul Skill: Seven Treasure True Body!"
Within the clouds, seven radiant colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet—swirled together. These were the sacred lights of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
A massive pagoda appeared behind him. Only then did Ning Fengzhi's pressure ease slightly. After catching his breath, he released two beams of light from the tower.
One beam landed on Bone Douluo.
The other on himself.
The two of them stayed close together, using the Bone Dragon King as cover.
It had to be said—Ning Fengzhi truly deserved his reputation as the #1 Support-Type Soul Master on the continent.
With his buffs, the Bone Dragon King—which had nearly started to collapse under the assault—was stabilized!
Ning Fengzhi exhaled deeply. He had heard Sword Douluo rave about Qian Renfeng's strength, but hearing it was one thing—feeling it in person was another.
A graceful, refined young man… just how strong could he be?
Only after standing before Qian Renfeng and facing that peerless power did they finally understand:
This man is terrifying.
But...
"We've stabilized it!"
Ning Fengzhi finally let himself relax. Bone Uncle was the continent's strongest defensive-type Title Douluo. With him and Ning Fengzhi together, they could probably even hold their own against a god.
As long as they could drag the match into a stalemate, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't lose face.
But just as that thought passed through his mind…
The massive skeletal dragon before them suddenly let out a strange sound.
"Crack."