The crimson "Kill" character clashed fiercely against Qian Renxue's golden sixth soul skill. Though both of them were only at the Soul Sage level, the power they wielded was already comparable to that of a Titled Douluo.
Above the skies of the Tiandou Empire's Crown Prince's Mansion, half the heavens turned into dazzling gold, while the other half was drowned in blood-red darkness. The two forces struggled violently, locked in a deadlock for only a brief moment.
Very soon, however, the golden radiance began to fade—no, to be precise, it was devoured by the crimson power.
At that instant, Qian Renxue's strength was utterly drained. Her body went limp, collapsing from the sky like a falling petal.
"Little Lord!"
The Snake Spear Douluo and the Porcupinefish Douluo rushed forward, catching her as she plummeted.
Her six-winged angel form had already dissipated; no divine aura remained. What was left was only a peerlessly beautiful woman with pale skin, fragile and delicate in her weakness.
Not far away, vast wings beat slowly against the wind. Chen Feng descended step by step, the scarlet Shura Seven Kill Sword in hand, his eyes flickering with murderous crimson light. Each step carried the oppressive aura of a devil walking the earth.
Even though the Snake Spear Douluo and the Porcupinefish Douluo were veterans who had roamed the continent for decades, they could not stop the chill rising from the depths of their hearts. Without hesitation, they carried Qian Renxue and retreated.
They had realized the horrifying truth: once inside that domain, even Titled Douluo found their strength being rapidly eroded!
Chen Feng's voice rang coldly, "Now, can we talk?"
His figure blurred. In the blink of an eye, he appeared directly before them. The two Titled Douluo felt their vision blur; his speed was terrifying beyond belief.
From this moment on, no one dared to underestimate Chen Feng. Even Titled Douluo had no choice but to acknowledge him as an equal—perhaps even something beyond.
Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes. Her pale face carried a fragile beauty that stirred pity.
"Don't make things difficult for them," she said softly. "You wanted to talk to me, didn't you?"
Chen Feng sneered. "Your Highness Qian Renxue, I've suddenly changed my mind. Don't you think it's a little late to negotiate? Right now, I could simply join forces with these Titled Douluo and kill you all outright."
Qian Renxue smiled faintly. "You won't. If you wanted me dead, you wouldn't have held back just now. And besides, if you kill me, the Spirit Hall will hunt you down endlessly… including my grandfather—Qian Daoliu."
Chen Feng's expression darkened.
She was right. At this stage, he couldn't truly harm her. Otherwise, all of his careful plans would collapse. And once Qian Daoliu personally descended with the Worship Hall, it would be an unstoppable disaster—unless Tang Chen returned with the Clear Sky Clan.
But unfortunately, Tang Chen was now trapped in the Slaughter City, corrupted by the Nine-Headed Bat King during his god trial. He was no longer the man he once was.
"Have those two back off. What I want to say is not for a third pair of ears."
"Little Lord, no!" The two Douluo glared, refusing.
But Qian Renxue shook her head. "It's fine. If he wanted to kill me, he had plenty of chances just now. Why wait until now? Step back."
Reluctantly, the two exchanged glances and retreated a great distance, still watchful.
Chen Feng grabbed Qian Renxue by the arm and flew straight toward an isolated soundproof chamber belonging to Emperor Xue Ye. He wouldn't risk anyone overhearing and reporting back to Bibi Dong—if that happened, his entire plan would fail.
Inside the room, they sat across from one another.
Chen Feng went straight to the point. "I'll be blunt. In the coming conflict with the Spirit Hall, I don't want the Worship Hall to intervene."
Qian Renxue sneered. "Impossible! The Worship Hall is part of Spirit Hall. How could they possibly stand by?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
Chen Feng waved impatiently. "If you people were truly united, would the Worship Hall not listen to Bibi Dong? Don't forget—right now, she is the Pope!"
Qian Renxue opened her mouth, but words failed her.
Indeed, though her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, remained aloof from worldly matters, he was a mountain that forever blocked Bibi Dong's path. So long as he stood, she would never fully control the Worship Hall. And without their support, what 'unified Spirit Hall' could even exist?
Qian Renxue gave a cold laugh. "Whatever conflict we have with Bibi Dong, that is our family's business. Since when does an outsider like you have the right to meddle?"
"Besides, even if I oppose her, I can still choose to support her in establishing an empire to sweep aside all enemies. Then, I need only focus on inheriting the Angel God's legacy."
Chen Feng's voice was calm, but each word struck like a hammer. "Is that so? And yet… when that time comes, do you think Spirit Hall will still be just the Angel God's inheritance?"
Her brows knit. "What do you mean?"
"Bibi Dong, too, has inherited a god's legacy."
The words fell like thunder in Qian Renxue's heart.
Bibi Dong… had also inherited divine power? How could she never have known this? With her grandfather's strength, how could such a thing escape his perception?
Her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. Chen Feng would not speak such things without basis—this was not empty talk. No, this was something she had to report to her grandfather immediately.
Chen Feng added casually, "And let me be clear: the god she inherited is the most evil of them all—the Rakshasa God. Completely opposed to your Angel God."
Qian Renxue forced a cold smile. "And what of it? Two gods under one banner would only make Spirit Hall stronger."
Chen Feng nodded. "True. If they could coexist peacefully, two gods would indeed be terrifying. But what if one devoured the other?"
Her expression stiffened. "Gods… can devour each other?"
Chen Feng shook his head. "Hard to say. After all, gods evolve from soul masters. And as for cases of soul masters devouring one another… well, perhaps you should ask Bibi Dong—or your father, Qian Xunji."
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed, sharp light flashing through her frail gaze. Something in his words struck a nerve.
Feigning surprise, Chen Feng said, "Don't tell me… You don't know how your father truly died?"
Her silence was answer enough.
"If I told you… that Bibi Dong killed him, and then devoured him… would you believe it?"
"Lies!" Qian Renxue's fury exploded. Her jade-like hand slashed forward.
Chen Feng caught her wrist effortlessly. With her soul power exhausted, she found his grip like an iron shackle—utterly unbreakable.
Then, just as suddenly, he released her.
Her body fell backward from the momentum, collapsing onto the floor.
Chen Feng looked down upon her, his eyes cold and deep.
I'll leave you to think it over.