"Tang San, die."
Countless strands of divine energy surged toward Tang San. Qian Renfeng sat on the angelic throne, his four pairs of wings spread wide—blotting out the sky and veiling all light.
Tang San slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself engulfed in utter darkness. His surroundings were unfamiliar and silent. His teachers, classmates—even Dai Mubai, who had just been beside him—had all vanished without a trace.
All that remained in sight… was the majestic throne before him, and the man seated upon it.
Behind that man, eight radiant angel wings stretched out like divine banners. He sat like a deity descended upon the mortal world, too overwhelming to look at directly.
"Welcome to my domain, Tang San."
"Enough talk. Let's kill you first, we'll chat later."
The moment Qian Renfeng finished speaking, rings of spirit power glowed around him—familiar to any spirit master. A black spirit ring lit up, and his wings flared to life once more, seemingly becoming tangible.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Wings of the Heavens!"
Countless divine feathers burst forth like a downpour, blanketing the sky as they rained toward Tang San's position. The scale of the attack was so immense that even a Soul Sage wouldn't survive it.
However, a moment later, a thick barrier of soul power appeared in front of Tang San. It glowed a lustrous crimson gold, mesmerizing and radiant.
Qian Renfeng let out a soft sigh.
"Of course. So the favored child of fate won't be that easy to kill."
Still...
"You're the reason I came here today. A mere Soul Elder would never deserve my attention—unless I wanted to crush him for fun."
The barrier slowly dissipated, revealing a new figure standing before Tang San.
A man wearing a worn, dark bronze cloak, his expression seasoned and weathered. He held a massive dark-golden hammer and struck the ground with it, causing visible cracks to spread.
"You don't seem surprised that I could enter your domain," the man said in a heavy, hoarse tone.
Rather than asking about Qian Renfeng's motives, what he truly wanted to know was—how did this boy grow so powerful?
And more importantly—how did he know Tang San was his son?
Qian Renfeng only smiled, offering no answer.
After all, it was hardly surprising. This man, Tang Hao, possessed both the Killing God Domain and rank 96 spirit power. With that kind of setup, breaking into his domain wasn't exactly hard.
And if Tang Hao could enter his domain, then Qian Renfeng could certainly break into Tang Hao's.
The so-called domain wasn't an absolute lock—it merely amplified abilities. He had never sealed this place shut. The feathers were just for show… something that only fools like Tang San would fall for.
Clash of Gods
"Fourth Soul Skill: Divine Sword!"
A ball of flame ignited before Qian Renfeng. Holy energy coalesced into the shape of a glowing sword, then flew directly toward Tang Hao.
Tang Hao scoffed coldly, lifting his Clear Sky Hammer and smashing it down with tremendous force.
Sword and hammer collided.
The Clear Sky Hammer held the advantage. Once Qian Renfeng released his divine sword, it lost follow-up power. But Tang Hao continued to exert strength.
As their forces clashed, the holy sword shattered.
Qian Renfeng winced slightly.
"Typical. Every guy named Tang only knows how to fight with brute force. What a meathead…"
No technique. No finesse. Only raw power.
Qian Renfeng's sixth soul ring flashed. A ray of white light shot toward Tang Hao. The man cautiously stepped back—not sure what the light did, but confident he could overpower it regardless.
He swung the hammer toward the light…
But it slithered past his strike and wrapped itself around him like a chain.
Tang Hao's expression changed dramatically.
His spirit— sealed.
His spirit power— also sealed.
Qian Renfeng raised his hand, and behind him, a towering angelic goddess appeared, sword in hand.
As his hand dropped, so too did her sword—slamming down toward Tang Hao like divine judgment.
The spiritual pressure of the angelic projection dwarfed even Tang Hao's aura.
A deafening explosion followed.
Suddenly, Qian Renfeng heard a deep voice echoing in his mind:
"Clear Sky Hammer—Ring Detonation!"
The explosion turned blood-red. Rings of spirit energy shimmered—one of them glowing ominously red.
Within the blast, a crimson shadow emerged: Tang Hao, holding the massive Clear Sky Hammer.
He swung it upward to meet the descending divine sword. One after another, spirit rings shattered, feeding their energy into the hammer.
Shockingly… the powers seemed evenly matched!
Qian Renfeng's eyes narrowed.
"As expected of Tang Hao… this dog's father is no joke."
"At this level—especially with Ring Detonation—he's not any weaker than me."
Qian Renfeng slowly rose from his throne, folding away his angel wings. He pressed his index and middle finger together—forming a sword-hand seal.
"Shura Demon Sword!"
Behind him, an overwhelming crimson shadow appeared. The Shura Demon Sword took form.
Soul rings pulsed around him:
Red, red, red, red, red, red… dark-gold, dark-gold, dark-gold!
But the dark-gold hue… now shimmered with a demonic blood-red glow—the mark of Shura.
As soon as this martial soul appeared, the angelic domain shattered. Agonized screams and euphoric cries echoed all around.
The surroundings shifted. People began to appear:
Flender and Zhao Wuji fell to their knees under the pressure.
Shrek students were even worse—some soiled themselves or fainted outright despite Qian Renfeng's efforts to restrain his power.
"Shura Martial Soul… First Soul Skill—"
Before he could finish, a deafening divine command boomed in his mind.
[Angel God Trial: Forbidden to use Shura Demon Sword!]
[Shura Sword sealed for 3 days and 3 hours. During this time, only the Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul may be used.]
[Regardless of the outcome, your Angel Martial Soul will evolve into a Twelve-Winged Seraph after this battle.]
[You will be granted control over the power of the sun.]
In the God Realm
Far above, in the Divine Realm…
The Angel Goddess let out a long breath of relief.
She glanced around—no one had caught her interfering.
"There's no way I can let that boy use the Shura Demon Sword during this trial!"
It was simply too powerful.
The faith of the Angel God still hadn't accumulated enough power.
If this kid bulldozed his way through everything using Shura's might, that old devil might just declare the trial complete—and pass on the God of Shura's seat directly!
If that happened, and Renfeng didn't have enough angelic faith behind him…
Even the Angel God herself wouldn't have the authority to speak before the Shura God!
She looked back down at Qian Renfeng, nodding in satisfaction.
"Good boy. Keep growing strong like this."
"You may not truly rule the sun just yet, but you've already begun drawing on its power."
"It won't be long before you become the true Angel God."