Qian Renfeng flew toward the eastern gate—not for any specific reason, just a hunch.
After all, the walls of the Moon Pavilion always bore this phrase:
"The moon rises in the west, but sets in the east."
That was why he chose the east gate. The chances of encountering Tang Yuehua there were highest.
Twelve radiant wings flapped behind him, pushing his speed to the very limit of a Titled Douluo.
If he weren't focused on searching, he could move five times faster.
The Angel Domain quietly expanded, everything on the ground falling within its scope.
About twenty minutes later, Qian Renfeng's lips curled into a faint smile.
"Found you."
Down below on a main road, two young men were driving a carriage—its decorations plain and unassuming.
Upon spotting Qian Renfeng in the sky, their expressions turned grim.
"Aunt, he's caught up to us!"
"Tang Jiu! Go stall him! I'll take Aunt and escape!"
One of them nodded fiercely, leaping from the carriage top into the sky.
In midair, a massive dark-gold hammer appeared in his hand. Flat on both ends—it was a weapon built purely for brute strength.
But Qian Renfeng's wings flared wide, and a yellow soul ring flashed around him.
"Second Soul Skill: Angel Step!"
Golden light burst from his right leg as he dove straight toward the incoming Clear Sky Hammer.
"Oh? Competing in strength?"
"Bring it on!"
"I've got seven 100,000-year soul rings, and three million-year ones—and you want to compare physical strength?!"
"You're asking to die!"
Qian Renfeng's eyes glinted with pure fury. All his words condensed into a single muttered curse under his breath.
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed.
The youth's hammer was kicked away, violently launched through the air.
The Clear Sky Sect prided itself on absolute strength to achieve victory—but Qian Renfeng's leg strength was terrifying.
The instant their weapons clashed, the youth's arms went numb.
Not only was his hammer sent flying, but he was completely paralyzed by the impact.
Just one move, and this Spirit Emperor-level youth was utterly crushed by Qian Renfeng.
Back on the carriage, the other youth stared in disbelief at the rapid aerial battle.
No wonder Aunt had wanted to flee so urgently. Their pursuer was this powerful?!
Even a Titled Douluo might not fare better!
"Aunt, let me take the reins. I'll hold him off!"
But just as he was about to leap, a pale hand pressed him down.
"No need. You're not his match."
Tang Yuehua peeked out from behind the carriage curtain, her expression complex as she looked toward the figure in the sky.
"I didn't expect you to find us so quickly."
"And you even saw through all three of my concealment techniques."
"Looks like I've met a truly formidable opponent."
High above, Qian Renfeng gripped Tang Jiu by the collar. His expression was still blazing with fury.
Crack!
A sickening snap echoed.
Tang Yuehua's eyes went red.
Qian Renfeng had just snapped Tang Jiu's neck, casually tossing his body aside like garbage.
"That's the price of deceiving me."
"Originally, the Clear Sky Sect didn't have to lose a single person."
"But if you keep lying… try me. I will wipe them out."
His tone was calm—but filled with killing intent.
In his eyes, Tang Jiu's death was like squashing an ant.
He had given her a chance.
"You… You shouldn't have killed him!" Tang Yuehua screamed.
"Then kill me too! Kill us both! You'll never find the Clear Sky Sect!"
Her eyes were bloodshot. Tang Jiu was her real nephew, and his death shattered her heart.
But Qian Renfeng just sneered. A third soul ring lit up around him.
"Third Soul Skill: Divine Blindness!"
A flash of white light blinded both Tang Yuehua and the other youth, Tang Ba.
"You think I learned etiquette from you so I could talk politely to idiots?"
"I cultivated nine soul rings so people like you would talk politely to me."
Another white light coiled from Qian Renfeng's hand—turning into a glowing rope that tightly bound Tang Ba.
Then he grabbed Tang Yuehua by the collar and flew into the sky.
Tang Ba's vision gradually cleared, only to see his aunt being lifted high into the air. His heart dropped.
"Let go of my aunt! I'll give you my life!"
Qian Renfeng scoffed, "You think your life is worth anything?!"
"I already left 500,000 gold soul coins for Moon Pavilion out of kindness—and this is how you repay me?!"
"Tell me where the Clear Sky Sect is. Or I'll drop her!"
Tang Ba opened his mouth—but seeing Tang Yuehua dangling in the air, he fell silent again.
"Hmph!"
"You think I won't go through with it?"
Qian Renfeng raised his right hand like a blade and slashed downward.
With a clean cut, Tang Yuehua's arm fell, plummeting toward the earth below.
"Ahhh!"
Tang Yuehua was merely a level-9 soul scholar, not even a proper soul master. The pain was unbearable.
Her blood-curdling scream echoed across the countryside—like a ghost's wail in the Abyss.
Tears welled in Tang Ba's eyes. Choking back sobs, he cried out:
"No—don't! Please!"
Then, his legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.
Qian Renfeng ignored him. His gaze stayed icy cold.
"Speak."
"I'll count to three."
"Three."
He raised his hand again, this time toward Tang Yuehua's other arm.
Swish!
Another clean slash. In just seconds, Tang Yuehua lost both arms. The searing pain forced her into unconsciousness.
Tang Ba finally broke down.
Pointing in a direction, he choked out:
"Please… let my aunt go. I'll talk! I'll talk!"
"Go straight from here, about 300 li (150 km). There's a small town—past it is a mountain range."
"Enter the mountains, and you'll find the entrance to the Clear Sky Sect."
Still holding Tang Yuehua, Qian Renfeng flew in the direction he'd indicated.
If Tang Ba dared lie again—she would die.
In the Divine Realm.
The God of Shura chuckled beside the Angel God.
"Seems like my Shura Godhood has had the biggest influence on him."
"This kid's ruthless—just a lie, and he's already killed two people."
"Perfect material for a divine law enforcer."
"Angel, maybe you should stop competing with me."
"You've got that other girl in your family, haven't you? She's pretty talented—and already got a spirit bone."
"Let her inherit your godhood instead."
The Angel God's expression remained calm.
"How I choose my inheritor is none of your concern."
"And I would advise you, Shura, not to break the rules."
"Besides, I don't believe Qian Renfeng is acting under your influence."
"This is not the Shura God's judgment—it is the verdict of the Angel God."