Qian Renxue

The Red Flame Tiger clearly hadn't expected this tiny prey to attack it first. Blue Silver Grass wrapped around its front legs, making it stumble. Its massive body pitched forward, and it nearly fell, plowing a deep furrow in the ground.

The Red Flame Tiger let out a furious roar, and the crimson fur covering its body suddenly lit up. A wave of searing heat erupted from it and spread in all directions. The air warped and twisted, while the dead leaves on the ground instantly turned to ash in the intense heat. The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around its legs rapidly blackened, curled up and charred, then crumbled into black fragments that drifted down through the air.

Tang San frowned.

The fire attribute countered Blue Silver Grass far too effectively. Fire was the natural weakness of plant-type Martial Souls. Even though his Blue Silver Grass had been strengthened by the Evergreen Vine Soul Ring and the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone, making it far tougher than ordinary Blue Silver Grass, it was still as fragile as paper before the heat of the ten-thousand-year Red Flame Tiger. Toughness alone couldn't make up for an attribute disadvantage.

But Tang San didn't stop.

The instant the first wave of Blue Silver Grass burned away, a second wave surged out from different directions.

This time, he didn't wrap it around the Red Flame Tiger. Instead, he wound it around the rocks and tree trunks on both sides of the valley, weaving a multilayered web of vines between himself and the tiger.

When one vine burned through, two more took its place; when two burned through, four replaced them. The Blue Silver Grass seemed endless, pouring from the soil in an unbroken stream, one wave surging forward after another.

Tang San knew he had no ability to kill the Red Flame Tiger. All he wanted now was to buy time.

The Red Flame Tiger was completely enraged.

It threw back its head and let out a heaven-shaking roar that echoed through the forest.

Crimson light poured from its body, forming a layer of blazing flame armor over its skin and enveloping its entire body in fire.

The Red Flame Tiger smashed through the vine web of Blue Silver Grass, shattering layer after layer. Flames burned the vines to ash, and the tremendous impact swept the fragments up, sending them dancing through the air.

But each layer of vines that broke spent a little of the Red Flame Tiger's momentum, as well as some of the scant strength it had left.

Tang San could tell that the Red Flame Tiger was a spent arrow at the end of its flight. Its breathing was rapid and labored, and the wound on its abdomen had torn wider during its exertions. Blood poured out, staining the ground dark red.

But even so, it was still a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Even a dying Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was not something Tang San could face head-on as he was now.

Tang San poured Soul Power into both legs, activating the power of the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone to its limit. His speed rose sharply as he darted left and right through the forest, like a nimble monkey weaving among the trees.

Every pounce from the Red Flame Tiger came with a wave of scorching heat and deadly claws. Its claws whistled sharply through the air, leaving deep gouges in the tree trunks.

Tang San barely dodged several times. Flames had burned several holes in his clothes, his skin stung from the heat, and he was covered in wounds.

The fury in the Red Flame Tiger's eyes only grew. Its pursuers could arrive at any moment, and it had to deal with this troublesome ant before they got there.

The Red Flame Tiger opened its mouth.

A mass of blazing flame began to gather inside it, changing from orange-red to brilliant white. Its temperature climbed higher and higher, warping and twisting the air.

It was going to burn this fellow blocking its path straight to ash with its flame breath.

Tang San felt the deadly threat.

The growing white flame was reflected in his pupils as his mind raced.

Run? The Red Flame Tiger's flame breath covered too wide an area. I can't get out of range. Fly? In front of its flame breath, I'd be a living target in the air.

There's no way out!

Tang San gritted his teeth and slammed both hands against the ground, pouring out his Soul Power without holding anything back.

Blue Silver Grass surged madly from the ground, weaving layer upon layer of vine walls in front of Tang San. Each layer was as thick as an arm, and the vines were woven so tightly together that there were almost no gaps.

This was the limit of what Tang San could do. The seven vine walls had drained almost all his Soul Power.

Tang San didn't know whether the seven vine walls could block the Red Flame Tiger's flame breath. Most likely, they couldn't. But as long as they weakened some of its power and kept him from dying on the spot, that would be enough.

The flames in the Red Flame Tiger's mouth had condensed to their limit.

The mass of white flame had swollen to nearly a meter across, illuminating the entire forest as brightly as day, like a miniature sun.

A cruel glint flashed in the Red Flame Tiger's eyes. It was about to unleash the flames...

At that very instant, a beam of golden light descended from the sky.

The light was so fast that Tang San's eyes could scarcely follow it. Like a bolt of golden lightning, it struck the Red Flame Tiger squarely in the head.

It was a sword.

A sword of light formed from pure golden radiance, emanating a sacred, brilliant presence.

Golden light exploded against the Red Flame Tiger's forehead, forcibly scattering the flame breath it had condensed to its limit. Crimson sparks flew in all directions.

The Red Flame Tiger roared in pain. The fury from before was gone from its voice, replaced by an instinctive fear.

The immense impact sent its massive body skidding several feet sideways. It rolled over on the ground and slammed into a tree as thick as a person's embrace. The tree broke with a crack and crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The Red Flame Tiger struggled to stand, but its legs were weak, and it failed twice. The wound on its head was more gruesome than before. Blood ran down its forehead and covered its eyes. It panted heavily, most of the fury in its eyes gone, replaced by despair.

Tang San raised his head and looked in the direction the golden light had come from.

Then he froze.

A young woman slowly descended from the sky. Three pairs of golden wings spread out behind her, every feather formed from pure light and shining brilliantly even beneath the cloud-filled sky. The wings beat gently in an elegant, unhurried rhythm, like an angel descending into the mortal world.

The young woman looked about fifteen or sixteen. Her long golden dress fluttered gently in the mountain breeze, its hem embroidered with pale-gold patterns that glowed faintly in the dim light.

Her long hair fell like a waterfall, an exceedingly pale gold. It wasn't dyed, but naturally so, and it still shimmered softly beneath the cloud-filled sky.

Her features were too exquisite to look real: brows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn waters, a high, straight nose and lips like cherry blossoms. Every detail was just right, as if she were a masterpiece carved by a master craftsman who had spent his entire life on it.

Her figure was shapely and graceful, almost deserving of the word perfect. Her long golden dress outlined her slender waist and long legs, showing off her figure to perfection without being overly revealing.

But what drew the eye most was her bearing.

It was an aloof, innate nobility, not something she deliberately put on, but something engraved in her bones.

She stood there like a bright moon hanging in the night sky, making everything around her pale in comparison.

Tang San had seen pretty girls before. Xiao Wu could already be considered a first-rate budding beauty, as finely fashioned as pink jade, lively and adorable. But compared with the young woman before him, Xiao Wu could only be called "pretty."

The young woman before him couldn't be described by the word "pretty." Hers was a breathtaking, heart-stirring beauty.

Tang San's gaze was fixed on the golden figure that had descended from the sky. His mind raced, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Three pairs of golden wings, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!

On the entire Douluo Continent, only one family possessed this Martial Soul.

And at this point in time, there could be only one person with an Angel Martial Soul who could appear so deep in the Sunset Forest at such a young age and possess such terrifying strength.

Qian Renxue.

Tang San's heart gave a sudden thump.