After a few taunts exchanged, Qian Renfeng wasted no time in unleashing his might. Facing the full Haotian Sect might be daunting—but taking on a single Level 90 Titled Douluo was within his grasp.
"Second Martial Skill: Angel Step!"
A radiant glow erupted from his legs, the intense force driving toward Elder Liyang's Haotian Hammer. Qian Renfeng favored this skill against Haotian disciples today, believing in smashing their confidence with pure strength.
He brought his foot down squarely on the Elder's hammer. A confident smile flickered on Liyang's face—throughout history, no one had ever outpowered the Haotian Hammer.
Their collision sent shockwaves through the hall. To Qian Renfeng's surprise, the hammer absorbed the blow without budging. Elder Liyang's grip trembled, and his hands betrayed him with a nervous shake.
Although strength was Qian Renfeng's supposed weakness, his pure force had shattered assumptions—yet even he was caught off guard by the hammer's resilience.
Then, his silver sword glowed a deep red as solar power ignited upon it—a divine gift from the Angel God. The sword blazed with solar flames, and his twelve white wings behind him caught fire, blazing bright red. A divine dread swept across Haotian Fortress.
Tang Xiao's eyes widened. "Is that… the legendary Twelve‑Winged Seraphic Angel martial spirit? Even the ancient Church might never awaken such power!"
Elder Liyang hovered, composed. "Sixth Martial Skill: Martial Spirit Clone!" Instantly, a duplicate hammer appeared, giving him two Haotian Hammers as he unleashed: "Fifth Martial Skill: Gravity Control!" A crushing, invisible force pressed down on Qian Renfeng—so powerful that everyone below could feel the world tightening.
Yet Qian Renfeng barely flinched. His wings fluttered slightly but remained steady. Flames burned in his eyes.
He raised his flaming sword. The temperature soared. Even Tang Xiao felt the heat.
"Angel Sacred Sword!"
But this time, the blade wasn't formed of holy energy but pure solar force, wielded personally by Qian Renfeng. A colossal crimson blade descended toward Elder Liyang with no warning.
The hammer-wielding elder had no time to counter; possessed by sheer might, the Angel Sword broke through his defenses and slammed him to the ground.
Three moves. That was all it took. A true Titled Douluo, the Honorable Seventh Elder of Haotian Sect, fell in three swift strikes.
Shock rippled through the disciples. A single youth had entered their sanctuary, shattered their sect's pride, and shattered one of their strongest masters—with ease.
Tang Xiao instantly leapt forward and caught Elder Liyang before he crashed down. The elder was unresponsive, severely wounded, with clothing charred, his spirit nearly extinguished. His road to recovery would take months, if not years—if he recovered at all.
Frowning, Tang Xiao realized the gravity of Qian Renfeng's power.
Qian Renfeng stepped forward, keen eyes locking onto the sect leader. "Who is Qian Daoliu to you?" he asked.
Tan Xiao bristled. Qian Daoliu was Qian Renfeng's grandfather. "You expect me to make friends with you?!"
Qian Renfeng grinned. "You Haotian Sect aren't friends with the Spirit Hall. Only… blood feud."
Tang Xio nodded. "Exactly."
Qian Renfeng puckered his lips. "Sect Leader Tang, are you going to fight alone… or with your disciples?"
He exuded youthful arrogance, and Tang Xiao met his gaze.
"Angel Martial Spirit is said to be the strangest on the Douluo Continent," the sect leader acknowledged. "You're blessed by the Angel God. A divine martial spirit. But I believe… the Haotian Hammer reigns supreme."
"I will challenge your Twelve‑Winged Seraph and reclaim its glory!"
"But this is not a contest for honor—it's a battle for survival. It's our entire sect's fight to the death!"
As Tang Xiao spoke, a dark aura rippled around him. Four elders behind him clenched weapons, their martial spirits flaring dark energies.
No more words. The fate of the Haotian Sect would be decided here.