Crack!
A deep fracture appeared along the Bone Dragon's true form, and a thread of blood trickled from Bone Douluo Gu Rong's mouth. He forcibly swallowed it down.
"Fengzhi, this man… isn't just strong—he's terrifying! Even with our combined defense, we may not be able to withstand his attacks!"
"Just one attack from one of his black soul rings was enough to seriously damage my true form!"
"We need to move—now!"
Ning Fengzhi nodded. While he was technically the one who should be commanding the fight as the support-type Soul Master, Gu Rong, as a Title Douluo, had a far clearer grasp of the real situation.
What they hadn't anticipated before the battle began was how deeply Qian Renfeng's Angel Martial Soul countered Bone Douluo.
The holy attribute of Qian Renfeng's martial soul gave his soul skills at least four times the effectiveness against an evil-leaning martial soul like Bone Douluo's.
Even as the strongest defensive Title Douluo—and with Ning Fengzhi's support—he still couldn't block that move!
No hesitation.
Two beams of light shot out from Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, landing on him and Bone Douluo—not for defense, this time, but for speed!
They would escape Qian Renfeng's suppression through absolute speed.
If none of his attacks could land, then what did it matter how much they countered their attributes?
It would be meaningless.
The same thought flashed in both their minds.
A black vortex appeared beside Bone Douluo. Grabbing Ning Fengzhi's arm, the two of them vanished on the spot.
The massive skeletal form of the Bone Dragon King could no longer hold. It broke apart and scattered into dry bone fragments, dissolving like smoke.
As soon as they entered the black vortex, Qian Renfeng lost all sense of their presence.
The sudden disappearance of both powerful auras made him unconsciously curl his lips into a smile.
"Interesting."
"No wonder they say he's one of the strangest Title Douluos on the continent."
The aura around Qian Renfeng shifted, as countless specks of divine light—like stars—gathered around him.
As if alive, the stars coalesced, and moments later, a white throne appeared behind Qian Renfeng.
The throne had arms like a high-backed sofa, but the rear rose like a towering angelic greatsword, reaching toward the heavens.
Qian Renfeng sat lazily upon it, showing no tension at all—as if this battle was barely worth his concern.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Angel's Binding."
A beam of white light shot toward the clouds above, transforming into a massive ribbon of light that began to envelop the entire region like a celestial rope.
Moments later—
A turbulence stirred in the void, followed by rolling thunder.
From within that void, two figures emerged—ensnared by the glowing white ropes, tightly bound.
Bone Douluo wasn't in too bad a state—the Angel's Binding would hold him for about ten seconds at most.
But Ning Fengzhi?
He'd be immobilized for at least five minutes!
Qian Renfeng didn't speak. He merely raised his right hand and gathered divine energy again.
Behind his divine throne, a phantom image began to appear.
A golden female angel, glowing with sacred light, held a holy sword aloft.
"Angel's Holy Sword."
As Qian Renfeng's hand dropped, the holy sword descended with it.
Almost as if he had calculated it, the moment the divine sword struck, the white binding ropes around Bone Douluo disintegrated.
The Bone Dragon's martial soul erupted once again.
But this time—he had no chance to escape!
BOOM!
A deafening explosion resounded as dust and smoke filled the air.
Bone Douluo's massive dragon form shattered completely—pieces of bone scattering across the battlefield.
His eyes dimmed. His towering 2.5-meter-tall body could no longer withstand the blow. Blood gushed from his mouth as he plummeted from the sky.
Just then, a heavenly angel—clad in white armor and gold, wearing a crimson half-skirt—flew out from behind Qian Renfeng and caught the falling Bone Douluo.
"Sect Master Ning, I appreciate the match."
Qian Renfeng's tone was light, and the corner of his mouth carried a faint smile. From the moment the battle began, he had already foreseen its outcome.
Were it not for the Angel God's trial requiring him to spread the fame of the Angel Douluo,
This match would have ended even faster.
Ning Fengzhi finally regained control of his body. Gasping for breath, he cherished the relief of being able to move again.
"Thank you, Senior, for showing mercy!"
"Your divine power is truly overwhelming. Standing before you… felt like being stared down by a horde of 100,000-year soul beasts!"
He clasped his fists respectfully. With Ning Fengzhi's political acumen, a bow like this meant little—not anger, just strategy.
Qian Renfeng simply waved his hand and stood from his throne.
The white throne dispersed into divine energy and vanished into his Angel Domain.
"No need to be so formal, Sect Master Ning."
"Just remember today. And remember the name of your opponent—Angel Douluo."
As he withdrew his martial soul, his form returned to that of a graceful youth in a light cyan scholar's robe. He slowly descended from the sky.
The angelic guardian carrying Bone Douluo also faded into light, leaving behind only the unconscious elder on the ground.
At that moment, Ning Rongrong knelt beside Bone Douluo with a solemn expression. Though her face showed compassion, her eyes burned with determination, not grief.
"Grandpa Bone... Rongrong will avenge you!"
Just as she spoke, both Ning Fengzhi and Qian Renfeng landed nearby.
Ning Fengzhi looked at the fallen Bone Douluo and sent out a beam of rainbow light, which enveloped him gently.
He exhaled in relief.
"Don't worry, Rongrong. Grandpa Bone is alright. Just a bit overexerted—minor injuries only."
"Angel Douluo held back his strength."
Qian Renfeng, however, was staring directly at Ning Rongrong, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Ning Rongrong… something about you smells off."
The corrupt aura clinging to her was faint—so faint that not even Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, or even a fully conscious Bone Douluo would notice it on close inspection.
But Qian Renfeng—wielding holy power—could feel it.
"Senior…"
Ning Fengzhi's expression changed slightly and he was just about to speak when Qian Renfeng raised a hand to cut him off.
"I don't have time to fix her mindset or cleanse her heart."
"When you go back, don't send her to that garbage dump, Shrek Academy."
"And keep her away from that Tang trash. Don't let her leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and she'll be fine."
As he said this, Xue Qinghe gently tugged at Qian Renfeng's sleeve.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was one of the key sects she was trying to win over.
If they could do them a few favors, they should.
In the original timeline, there weren't many evil soul masters yet on the Douluo Continent.
At least, there were no organized or institutionalized evil soul masters. If Ning Rongrong didn't leave the sect, then even if darkness clung to her, she could never truly fall into becoming one.
At most, it would just slow her cultivation.
"Senior..."