As the golden, beautiful figure at the Spirit Hall entrance slowly entered the ring alone, the entire Star Luo Grand Soul Arena was first engulfed in strange silence, then in an even greater commotion.
The Star Luo Royal Academy captain stared at the solitary, palace-dressed girl opposite, his eyes flashing with shock, then burning with humiliation and cold anger.
A seemingly delicate girl, facing the seven elites of Star Luo Royal Academy alone?
What does she take them for? Chopped liver? What does she think she is? That demon Chen Yi?!
Yet, as he looked at her perfectly beautiful face and the dazzling figure that seemed to condense the world's brilliance, the typical Star Luo male pride quietly surfaced, his anger turning into a fiery possessiveness. He gave a smile he thought charming and said in a light tone,
"Such beauty, alone on stage, huh…?"
But before he could finish—
"Boom!"
A chilling, sticky, intense killing intent suddenly descended—like countless glaciers collapsing overhead, instantly enveloping the central soul battle platform. At the core of this killing intent was Dawn Douluo of Spirit Hall in the VIP seats. His eyes, as sharp as cold swords, stabbed at the Star Luo captain, the meaning clear—even a word of disrespect, and you die!
The Star Luo captain felt his blood freeze, soul power stagnate, breathing suppressed by unbearable pressure, cold sweat trickling down, his words stuck in his throat, face turning pale as paper.
High on the dais, Dai Liang frowned, irritated at his clan's impotence, but even more displeased that a Spirit Hall Title Douluo would so openly suppress his contestants. He spoke in a low, imperial voice,
"Dawn Douluo, the Soul Master Tournament has its own rules. Will you personally intervene in the tournament?"
The audience also discussed this, dissatisfied at Title Douluo interference, but even more curious about the girl's true identity.
But the next scene silenced all debate.
On the opposite side of the VIP box, Azure Luan Douluo—higher-ranked than Dawn Douluo—slowly stood up under countless astonished gazes. He turned solemnly, along with Dawn Douluo, toward the ring, and facing the golden-haired girl in her palace dress, performed a slight bow, leading his subordinates in a chorus,
"Greetings, Young Miss!"
Young Miss?
These two words exploded in everyone's hearts like thunder from the ninth heaven!
Who could possibly deserve the salute of two Spirit Hall Titled Douluo?
Dai Liang, Ning Fengzhi, and Gu Rong were also shocked, recalling the unique, sacred, inviolable aura—the symbol of the highest Spirit Hall authority and bloodline—Qian Renxue!
Their faces turned ashen, fists clenched tight.
She was the direct heir of the Angel Clan—Qian Daoliu's descendant!
Qian Renxue nodded lightly to the two Title Douluo, her gaze still calm on the ring, as if this was only natural. Her eyes also glanced toward the Body Sect, as well as the Grand Elder and Ye Cien, returning their nods.
The referee, shaken by this succession of events, entered the ring, his voice dry,
"I… um… Finals, both teams, yes… salute."
On Star Luo's side, the captain forcibly suppressed the turmoil and lingering fear in his heart, leading his teammates to bow reluctantly.
Qian Renxue merely gazed at them indifferently, unmoving.
After the salute, her cold, pleasant voice, like jade falling on a plate, echoed with unquestionable authority,
"I'll give you a chance—use your Martial Soul Fusion skill."
The Star Luo captain's pupils contracted upon hearing this, glancing at Dai Liang, who, though gloomy, did not stop him—knowing this was the last face-saving move for his team.
He took a deep breath, forcibly dispelling his fear, and looked at the vice-captain beside him—his fiancée, betrothed since childhood.
Their eyes met, both understanding instantly. Now, all they could do was fight to the death!
The support soul master immediately activated her auxiliary skills, light enveloping the two.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Nether White Tiger!"
The two figures merged, white and black light rising to the sky, powerful soul power fluctuations surging. Amid countless tense gazes, a ferocious, giant tiger surrounded by a storm of black and white energy appeared in the ring, its mighty aura nearly that of a Soul Emperor!
Qian Renxue calmly waited for them to complete their fusion skill, a trace of contempt and cold killing intent flashing in the Star Luo captain's eyes.
Pay for your arrogance!
He roared inwardly.
At that moment, Qian Renxue finally moved.
She took a light step forward.
"Buzz——!"
Dazzling golden light bloomed from within her!
Behind her stretched wings of pure white, woven of holy energy, each rimmed with golden halos.
At the same time, a phantom of the Seraphim appeared behind her, exuding endless majesty and a sacred, inviolable aura—like a god descending to the mortal world.
But this was only the beginning.
The next moment, soul rings rose from her feet—an audible gasp swept the arena.
In the VIP seats, Dai Liang, Ning Fengzhi, and Gu Rong all stood up in shock!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!
Six soul rings slowly revolved around her delicate form, the fluctuations of soul power representing the level of a Soul Emperor, spreading like a tide, faintly suppressing even the Nether White Tiger!
"Soul… Soul Emperor?!"
"She's actually a Soul Emperor!"
"Judging by her age, she can't even be twenty! How… how is this possible?!"
Shouts, shrieks, and disbelief nearly toppled the arena's dome.
This fact was even more shocking than Chen Yi's heaven-defying soul ring configuration—for the Spirit Hall's young miss had revealed even more terrifying soul power.
In Grand Martial Academy's preparation area, the atmosphere instantly froze.
Shui Bing'er cried out,
"How can this be?! Six-ring Soul Emperor?!"
Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes widened, her red lips covered in shock.
Jiang Hongfei, Yang Retian, and the others wore expressions as if their entire worldview had been overturned.
Now, at last, they understood why Chen Yi had said, "They'll be lucky if you survive the afternoon."
Now, at last, they understood just how terrifying was the girl Chen Yi had mentioned before!
Shui Bing'er suddenly turned, her voice trembling,
"Xiao Yi, is this the opponent you've been wanting to fight?"
Chen Yi's eyes were glued to the golden figure in the ring. He nodded solemnly, unprecedented seriousness in his tone,
"Yes."
His heart was turbulent.
By his estimation, at this point Qian Renxue should have been at most a high-level Soul King, but instead she had already broken through to Soul Emperor! Compared to the memory's timeline, the Qian Renxue before him was far stronger.
Chen Yi didn't know that his own meteoric rise, and that of the Body Sect he represented, had provoked Qian Renxue into feeling urgent, shortening her undercover mission for the Heaven Dou Empire and pushing her to devote more energy to cultivation, breaking through the bottleneck even sooner.
On the ring, transformed into the Nether White Tiger, the Star Luo captain felt Qian Renxue's terrifying Soul Emperor aura, utter despair flashing in the giant tiger's eyes.
At first glance, Soul King and Soul Emperor are only one level apart, but in reality, the difference is immense—especially when the opponent is a Soul Emperor with a god-level Martial Soul, the Seraphim.
But as a scion of Star Luo, he had his pride!
"Roar——!"
The Nether White Tiger roared with will and resolve, its massive body turning into black-and-white lightning, charging at the stationary Qian Renxue with all its might.
The other four Star Luo teammates steeled themselves, unleashing their strongest long-range soul skills from the flanks to create an opening for their captain.
A brief contempt flashed across Qian Renxue's beautiful face, as if watching ants struggle.
The next moment, her first and third soul rings shone simultaneously!
"First soul skill—Angel Assault!"
Her right fist was enveloped in divine energy, condensing into a golden shield of light.
"Third soul skill—Angel Domain!"
Centered on her, an invisible domain of divine purification suddenly spread!
"Ugh!"
The charging Nether White Tiger suddenly froze, as if sinking into a quagmire, its speed plummeting, the black-and-white energy storm around it visibly dimming under the domain's light.
The other Star Luo members, as soon as they entered the Angel Domain, found their soul skills greatly weakened, some attributes directly purified and dissipated!
The Nether White Tiger roared and struggled, trying desperately to break free from suppression, its claws slashing through the air toward Qian Renxue's face.
At that moment, Qian Renxue's fourth soul ring glowed deeply.
"Fourth soul skill—Angel Light Blade!"
The wings of the phantom Seraphim behind her trembled, unleashing countless golden daggers of pure divine power in a storm, enveloping the entire Star Luo team indiscriminately.
These light blades were extremely fast, with immense penetration and purification effects.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft——!"
"Ah!"
"No!"
The sound of blades piercing flesh and shrill screams rang out instantly. Blood splattered!
Only the Nether White Tiger, relying on its powerful defense and energy body, barely withstood most of the light blades, but its body was now covered in countless bone-deep wounds, the energy form flickering and unstable.
The other five Star Luo members were almost instantly overwhelmed by the dense light blades, their soul skill shields shredded like paper, dozens of bloody wounds appearing on each, collapsing into pools of blood, their fate uncertain.
The next moment, Qian Renxue moved.
Her figure flashed, appearing before the grievously wounded and sluggish Nether White Tiger like a teleport, thrusting a divine angel sword condensed from god power straight at it!
"Crack!"
Like the sound of shattering glass, the angelic sword easily pierced the most vital energy node in the Nether White Tiger's chest.
"Roar——!"
The Nether White Tiger let out a pained and unwilling roar, its massive body convulsing violently, black-and-white light flickering as it quickly collapsed.
Within two seconds, the light exploded completely, and the two figures emerged, flying out like kites with broken strings, slamming into the ring, blood gushing from their mouths—and both fell into comas, grievously injured.
The audience fell completely silent.
Everyone was shocked speechless by this clear-cut, almost cruel, overwhelming victory.
Qian Renxue stood quietly at the center of the ring, her golden palace dress flawless, her beautiful face as indifferent as if she had done nothing significant.
She slowly lifted her gaze, locking eyes across the arena with the one in Grand Martial Academy's preparation area.
Chen Yi gazed back at her.
Their eyes clashed in midair, no words, no threats, only pure, primal fighting spirit silently colliding.
Because of these two gazes, the air seemed to freeze and burn at once.
High on the dais, Dai Liang looked at the ring, where the Star Luo team lay in a miserable, near-total defeat. His face was pale, chest heaving violently.
He gazed coldly at the golden figure on the field, swept the two Title Douluo with an indifferent smile, then said nothing, flicking his sleeves and leaving.
In this final, the Star Luo Empire lost not just the match, but their dignity.
In the VIP area, Azure Luan Douluo and Dawn Douluo wore subtle, satisfied smiles; Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong had forced, complex expressions; while the Grand Elder remained inscrutable smile, and only Ye Cien wore a solemn face.
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