"You're serious."
After hearing Yan's words, Qian Renxue's gaze narrowed slightly. Looking down at him, she said in a low voice, "Perhaps you only have a superficial understanding of the Angel Spirit, or perhaps you've misjudged my strength. At level thirty-nine, I can defeat even a Soul King. You have no chance of winning."
"How would we know without trying?"
Yan smiled at Qian Renxue, then rose to his feet and headed toward the arched doorway of the side hall. After a moment of silence, Qian Renxue followed him.
"For this match, I'll suppress my Soul Power to level twenty and refrain from using any soul rings other than my first. I hope you won't blame me for winning unfairly."
At one of the Worship Hall's fighting arenas, Qian Renxue looked seriously at Yan across from her. In her eyes, the outcome of this match was beyond doubt. Even with her Soul Power suppressed to level twenty, the Angel Spirit's strength would still make her invincible among those of the same level. Yan had no chance at all.
"Do as you like."
Yan shrugged and did not insist that Qian Renxue use her full strength. A level-twenty challenging a level-thirty-nine opponent was already rather laughable. If he demanded too much more, he would look even more ridiculous.
"Be careful."
Qian Renxue spoke softly. At that moment, her hair turned a brilliant golden color, every strand shining. The clothes on her back tore apart as two pairs of snow-white wings burst forth and spread open. Her body slowly floated into the air as though freed from gravity, hovering a foot above the ground.
Beneath the intense golden radiance, Qian Renxue's eyes became completely golden. A massive phantom with an indistinct face emerged behind her.
The only difference between the golden phantom