Within the Light Screen.
Golden Holy Light poured down like a waterfall, enveloping Qian Renxue completely.
Bathed in that sacred radiance.
The wings behind Qian Renxue began to undergo an astonishing transformation.
Her originally snow-white feathers gradually took on a faint golden edge.
Then.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Amid soft popping sounds.
Pair after pair of New Life Wings burst forth from her back.
Eight-Winged, Ten-Winged...
At last, they settled on twelve wings!
Twelve enormous golden wings spread through the air, blotting out the sky and sun.
Every feather seemed to have condensed from the purest light element, exuding a sacred aura that made people want to bow in worship.
At that moment.
Qian Renxue was like a true Sun Goddess descending upon the mortal world, shining with boundless brilliance.
Heaven Dou City, within a dark chamber.
Tang San stared fixedly at the scene on the Heavenly Curtain, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Fifteenth place?"
"Qian Renxue only ranked fifteenth?"
His voice was dry, carrying even a trace of unconcealable terror.
No one knew better than he did how powerful the Six-Winged Angel was.
It possessed Innate Full Soul Power at level 20, a genuine God-Tier Martial Soul.
Even with his current Blue Silver Emperor, he did not dare claim he could certainly defeat the Six-Winged Angel.
Yet such a powerful Martial Soul could only rank fifteenth?
What kind of monsters were the fourteen people ahead of her?
"This Martial Soul Ranking..."
"Just how many more shocks will it bring me?"
Tang San clenched his fists tightly, the intense unease in his heart growing ever stronger.
If even Qian Renxue could only rank fifteenth.
Then where could his Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Emperor rank?
Could they enter the top ten?
At that moment.
For the first time, Tang San's once-unshakable confidence wavered.
Spirit City, Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong abruptly rose from the Pope's throne.
Her beautiful eyes were likewise filled with shock.
"Twelve-Winged Seraph..."
"She actually obtained such a heaven-defying opportunity."
Bibi Dong's expression shifted unpredictably.
Though she disliked Qian Renxue, she had to admit that Qian Renxue's talent was truly terrifying.
Now that her Martial Soul had evolved, her strength was bound to soar.
For Bibi Dong's control over Spirit Hall, this was undoubtedly an enormous threat.
But what concerned her even more was that ranking.
"Fifteenth..."
"Even a God-Tier Martial Soul can only rank fifteenth."
"It seems this continent runs far deeper than I imagined."
Bibi Dong drew a deep breath, her gaze becoming incomparably profound.
She had to hasten her path toward Becoming a God.
Otherwise.
In the chaotic age that was about to arrive, even she would likely struggle to stay above the fray.
Worship Hall.
Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.
At this moment, she floated in midair, her Twelve Golden Wings gently beating as they scattered specks of golden light.
She lowered her head to inspect her slender, fair hands, feeling the Sacred Power within her surge like an endless sea.
That feeling of having everything in her grasp intoxicated her.
The slight displeasure she had felt over her low ranking vanished along with it.
She lightly raised her leg, her flawless white legs looking especially alluring beneath the golden light.
Her toes touched the empty air, sending layer upon layer of golden ripples outward.
The sight was breathtakingly beautiful.
It left countless male Soul Masters watching the Heavenly Curtain dry-mouthed.
"Fifteenth place..."
Qian Renxue's red lips parted slightly as she gave a soft laugh.
Though she was somewhat unwilling to accept it.
Since she had received such tangible benefits, she would accept it for now.
"I would like to see."
"Just who the ones ranked ahead of me are."
Qian Renxue withdrew the wings behind her back and landed gracefully on the ground.
She raised her head, her golden eyes gazing toward the heavens as a fire called ambition burned within them.
She, Qian Renxue, was destined to become the ruler of this continent!
The view returned to Chang'an City, Taibai Restaurant.
The strange phenomena around the Golden List gradually faded.
The atmosphere in the main hall turned tense once more.
Li Bai remained in that stance, holding his sword one-handed.
But his expression had grown somewhat grave.
He looked at the Hell White Tiger that had fully taken shape before him, his brows knitting slightly.
Those two.
They truly intended to kill.
The aura emanating from the Hell White Tiger had already faintly touched the threshold of that realm.
If they really fought.
Taibai Restaurant probably would not survive it.
Roar!
The Hell White Tiger let out an earth-shaking roar.
Its enormous tiger paw rose, carrying terrifying force capable of tearing apart space, and was about to slam down on Li Bai.
If that blow landed.
The entire restaurant would be reduced to rubble.
Dai Mubai had completely lost his reason by then. There was only one thought in his mind.
Kill the bastard who had humiliated him!
Kill everyone in this restaurant!
However.
Just as that tiger paw was about to fall.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
A series of light, rhythmic footsteps came from the staircase on the second floor.
The sound was not loud.
Yet at that moment, it seemed to tread upon everyone's heartbeat.
Every step made their hearts shudder violently.
The originally incomparably berserk Hell White Tiger suddenly froze in midair the instant those footsteps rang out.
Its enormous body began to tremble uncontrollably.
As though it had encountered some natural enemy ingrained deep within its bloodline.
Everyone instinctively turned to look.
At the stairway.
A youth dressed in a mysterious black robe was slowly walking down.
His features were bewitchingly handsome, his expression as calm and indifferent as water.
Behind him followed an incomparably beautiful young girl holding a Flower Umbrella.
It was Gongsun Li.
And the young man walking ahead was naturally the true master of Chang'an City.
Li Xin.
He released no Martial Soul, nor did he reveal the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power.
He merely walked forward, plain and simple.
Yet with his arrival.
The air throughout the entire hall seemed to freeze in an instant.
That previously arrogant Hell White Tiger now seemed to have become a frightened kitten, whimpering as it retreated.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing only felt an indescribably terrifying pressure crashing toward them.
That feeling.
Was like an ancient divine mountain slowly pressing down upon them.
It left them suffocated and hopeless.
Li Xin did not even spare the enormous white tiger a glance.
He simply walked straight toward the center of the hall.
Wherever he passed, the crowd automatically parted to make way, and no one dared even breathe loudly.
Upon the raised platform.
Yang Guifei, whose nerves had been taut all along, saw Li Xin's figure.
The worry in her beautiful eyes instantly gave way to a joy she could not conceal.
Her fingers around the pipa tightened slightly, her knuckles turning pale from the force.
She desperately wanted to rush over.
She desperately wanted to throw herself into his arms.
But she held herself back.
She knew that Li Xin disliked drawing attention, and disliked showing too much emotion before others.
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