The Might of the Holy Angel, a Twelve-Year-Old Four-Ring Soul Ancestor!

Su Chen naturally had no idea that he had once again inadvertently stabbed Yue Guan right in his fragile heart.

At that moment, he was immersed in that familiar yet unfamiliar sensation.

"Sense the spatial nodes, plant anchors."

The boy closed his eyes, holding a kunai as a faint smile spread across his lips. "What a long-forgotten lesson."

Buzz—!

As invisible ripples flickered, his figure vanished from where he stood in an instant.

Soon after, a series of crackling impacts rang out through the underground base.

First Training Ground.

This was one of Spirit Hall's many training grounds. It had been one of the first to be developed, but for various reasons, it had been phased out and was now abandoned.

Yet today, this dust-covered training ground had welcomed several people who should never have come here.

"That brat still isn't here?"

Yue Guan crossed his arms and glared resentfully at the entrance. "The air here is awful. My skin is going to get ruined."

Ghost Douluo:

He wanted to tell his brother to get a clue. Couldn't he see that neither His Holiness the Pope nor that person had said anything?

Besides—

Ghost Douluo glanced at the two beautiful figures, one older and one younger, who seemed as though they had just been dragged out of an ice cave, and could not help shuddering.

What a sin. Su Chen, how had you ended up butting heads with Qian Renxue?

"I already said that I'll suppress my strength to the Soul Master level and spar with him a little. There won't be any danger."

Qian Renxue wore a fitted white training outfit that perfectly outlined her already budding, graceful figure. Her long golden hair was tied behind her head, making her look valiant and heroic, like a young Valkyrie fresh onto the battlefield.

She stared into those cold, noble wine-red eyes and said emotionlessly, "I'm not low enough to lay hands on a six-year-old child."

Opposite the girl, His Holiness the Pope still wore her platinum papal robes. Her curvaceous figure carried both nobility and seduction, a temperament utterly opposite to the girl's, yet somehow strangely similar.

"I don't care what you intend to do. But if the little one truly gets hurt, believe me—you will regret it."

She cast the girl a cold glance, the disgust in her eyes barely concealed.

"And I remember you threatening me. You'd better pray that there are no problems with your mission. Otherwise..."

A mocking curve lifted at Bibi Dong's lips. "I'd be more than happy to send you straight back to that old bastard and see what he has to say."

Qian Renxue clenched her fair fists at those words. She took a deep breath, ignored the woman before her, and walked to the center of the training ground. Sitting cross-legged, she closed her eyes to rest.

"Hmph."

His Holiness the Pope snorted coldly and turned to walk upward.

Yet as she turned, a trace of barely perceptible exhaustion flashed through those wine-red eyes.

Bang!

The last humanoid target shattered beneath the Water Release ninjutsu. The silver-haired boy lightly leaped down from the wall and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Whew... It should be about time, right?"

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall, casually draped his towel over a rack, removed his training clothes, and headed into the bathroom.

Before long, the silver-haired boy emerged from the underground base in a fresh set of training clothes, neatly groomed and carrying a stack of notes.

The sun was sinking in the west, and a gentle breeze drifted past.

The boy breathed in the fresh air with enjoyment, then checked the map.

"First Training Ground, this way."

"Mm... Hopefully things are better than I imagined."

The training ground was relatively remote, but Su Chen's speed was no longer what it had once been. With his Body Flicker Technique activated almost continuously, he arrived quickly enough.

Looking at the training ground before him, nearly embedded within the mountainside and roughly two-thirds the size of a football field, the boy could not help clicking his tongue in amazement.

This was how wealthy organizations operated—casually abandoning such a huge piece of land. But someone like him, who needed land, had to consider many things.

Maybe he could find an opportunity to ask for this place in the future. It was sitting empty anyway; it might as well be used for his research.

Thinking this, the boy pushed open the main doors.

Creak—

Dust billowed into the air. Su Chen lightly shook it away with Soul Power and immediately felt four pairs of eyes turn toward him.

However, the meanings behind those gazes were vastly different.

The golden-haired girl's eyes were filled with spirited fighting intent, along with an indescribable emotion. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo seemed noticeably relieved, while Bibi Dong's eyes held worry, tension, frustration, agitation, and deep exhaustion.

Looks like Bibi Dong hasn't been having an easy time lately.

Su Chen fell silent. He recalled that the woman had indeed rarely seen him over the past two days.

Other than being busy with work, the only possibility was that she had encountered some resistance she could not let him know about.

Or perhaps that resistance came from him.

Forget it. He would deal with that after the fight.

The boy shook his head, gave those wine-red eyes a deep look, then turned his attention to the golden-haired girl who was slowly rising before him.

"How do you want to do this?"

Su Chen asked.

After all, she had offered him benefits. He should at least let her feel involved.

"Whatever. We stop when one side surrenders or falls."

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, and her golden eyes instantly became solemn and focused.

"To keep things fair, I'll suppress my strength to around the peak of Soul Master and won't use my second, third, or fourth soul skills. But don't underestimate me because of that. I'm not the same as that Soul Ancestor you dealt with."

Liquid gold flowed over skin fairer than frost and snow, gradually forming close-fitting golden skirt armor. Two pale golden wings formed from energy slowly spread behind her, while brilliant golden light burst from her body. An invisible sacred aura quietly spread outward, making others feel compelled to bow in worship.

Shing!

Faint feathers of light drifted down. The girl slowly rose into the air as soul rings gradually condensed.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple!

Four soul rings in the optimal configuration arranged themselves in sequence. The shadow of the Six-Winged Angel flickered behind her as Qian Renxue raised her hand, her golden eyes looking down at the boy.

"Qian Renxue, twelve years old. Martial Soul: Six-Winged Angel. Four-ring Battle Soul Ancestor. Please instruct me."

So strong!

That was Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's first thought.

They had known that Qian Renxue was a peerless genius, but witnessing a twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor with their own eyes still left them speechless.

The Great Enshrined Elder's granddaughter—such talent might be unprecedented and never seen again on Douluo Continent.

Especially with a Martial Soul that stood at the pinnacle of Martial Souls from birth!

This kid is going to lose.

That was Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's second thought.

Although Su Chen had yet to taste defeat, this time was different. His opponent was another monster, and one who had cultivated for far more years than he had.

You might have trump cards, but that did not mean she lacked them.

The gap between Soul Ancestors could be enormous!

"Damn angels!!!"

Seeing the girl's breathtaking appearance, like that of a divine maiden, Bibi Dong nearly crushed her teeth.

The entire Angel Lineage deserved to die!

She had already given up hope for this battle. Though she wished for the angels to be wiped out entirely, Bibi Dong knew what this Martial Soul represented.

Invincible among those of the same rank; fighting above one's level was commonplace.

And Qian Renxue had not underestimated her opponent. She had even entered her possession state right from the start.

"Ah, there's no need to suppress your Soul Power."

Su Chen shook his head and spread open his palm.

Buzz—

Energy rippled outward. Milky-white energy spread, surprisingly neutralizing and calming much of that sacred power.

"Su Chen, six years old. Martial Soul: Chakra. Two-ring Soul Grandmaster. Please instruct me."

The boy smiled as a dazzling purple soul ring condensed into existence.

Although she had been mentally prepared, Qian Renxue could not help feeling stunned when she saw that deep purple color.

But what appeared next sent everyone present into an uproar!