Jialing Pass's sky was shrouded in oppressive lead-gray clouds. The wind carried the battlefield's lingering stench of blood as it howled over the pass. Atop the walls, two figures faced each other from afar: Tang San and Qian Renxue, here to fulfill their five-day agreement.
Tang San wore the Blue Silver Emperor battle robe, blue-gold Soul Power flowing around him. He held the Sea God Trident at an angle, its godly pressure spreading like raging waves from the deep sea and sending fine ripples through the surrounding air. Qian Renxue wore a golden robe, her sacred aura imposing. The phantom of the Six-winged Angel spread its wings behind her as golden feathers drifted down, while the Sun Sacred Sword hovered above her palm, its edge bared.
"Tang San, the five days are up. Today, we settle the grudges between us." Qian Renxue's voice was cold and clear, carrying the majesty of the Angel God as her gaze locked onto Tang San and her fighting spirit surged.
Tang San nodded, calm yet resolute. "The grievances between Spirit Hall and me should have been settled long ago. Today's battle, regardless of victory or defeat, will bring an end to the past."
As his words fell, divine radiance erupted around them both. Two pillars of light, one blue-gold and the other gilded gold, shot into the sky. The energy between heaven and earth churned violently as a god-level battle loomed on the verge of erupting.
Yet within Spirit Hall's main camp beneath Jialing Pass, a different tense confrontation was unfolding.
Golden Crocodile Douluo was discussing the details of monitoring the deep mountains with the six Worships when the tent flap was suddenly thrown open by a wave of chilling energy. Bibi Dong, dressed in a black Rakshasa robe, slowly entered. The sinister divine