The Terror of the Fallen Angel

Qian Renhan glanced at Yu Tianshuang, who lay on a stretcher clutching his wound. If this had been a fight to the death rather than a spar, that sword strike would not merely have lightly sliced open Yu Tianshuang's kidney—it would have cleaved him in two.

Qian Renhan then turned his gaze toward Qian Renxue in the stands, whose eyes were wide with astonishment, as if asking, Did you learn that? A Soul Master battle isn't about charging in blindly.

Without using his Martial Soul in a direct confrontation, Qian Renhan could not possibly defeat Qian Renxue at full strength. Qian Renxue would need some time to defeat Yu Tianyuan at full strength, while he, relying on technique, needed only one sword strike against the even stronger Yu Tianshuang.

"Next. Is there no one left among the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Tian generation?" Qian Renhan's indifferent gaze swept over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members.

"Tianyuan, you go!" The veins on Yu Longchen's forehead bulged faintly. He was clearly on the verge of fury.

"Go, Brother Tianyuan!"

"Beat him to a pulp, Brother Tianyuan!"

The younger Tian-generation members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan all cheered for Yu Tianyuan. This included Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin, who had yet to awaken their Martial Souls. Not one of them called him Little Brother Tianyuan, nor did anyone say they would go next. This meant that Yu Tianyuan was the eldest and strongest of the Yu Clan's current Tian generation.

"Yu Tianyuan of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Level 28 Power Attack Type Soul Grandmaster!" Yu Tianyuan completed his Martial Soul Possession and said coldly, "Please instruct me."

"Make your move." Qian Renhan pointed his sword at Yu Tianyuan, his expression still indifferent.

"Tch." Yu Tianyuan frowned and charged forward in a crouch, keeping his center of gravity low. He was clearly making sure Yu Tianshuang's mistake would not happen to him.

Yu Tianyuan swung his dragon claw against the longsword, sending Qian Renhan steadily retreating. The soles of his shoes scraped clearly against the arena floor. Not only that, streaks of blue-purple lightning flowed through the sword and into his body.

Yu Tianyuan sneered. "Your sword conducts electricity."

"Just this little current?" With a turn of his sword, Qian Renhan deflected Yu Tianyuan's strength. He stepped back and thrust toward Yu Tianyuan's chest, using his superior reach.

The longsword and dragon claw collided once more. Qian Renhan fought while retreating, constantly attacking Yu Tianyuan with his reach advantage. Yet Yu Tianyuan's defense was exceedingly tight. The sword could not break through his dragon claws, and it could barely even damage the scales on his right arm.

The sword tip clashed against the scales with a constant ringing. "Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

"What fine swordsmanship." Sword Douluo watched Qian Renhan's movements and could not help praising him. With his discerning eye, he naturally saw that Qian Renhan had reached the pinnacle of the first realm of the sword, Unity of Man and Sword. If Qian Renhan had not been a descendant of the Qian Clan, he would absolutely have taken him as a disciple as soon as the fight ended. A talent like this had to be brought into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, even if they had to snatch him away.

Seizing an opening, Yu Tianyuan extended his dragon claw and tightly gripped the longsword, then threw a left punch. Qian Renhan reached out and caught Yu Tianyuan's fist as well, and the two briefly deadlocked.

"Are you still not going to use your Martial Soul?" Yu Tianyuan asked flatly. With his Soul Power advantage and his Martial Soul Possession active, his strength far surpassed Qian Renhan's. If he wished, he could force Qian Renhan out of the arena through brute strength in this stalemate.

"Then I'll grant your wish."

A blood-red radiance flared in Qian Renhan's eyes as a purple Spirit Ring rose beneath his feet. Dark, cold, evil black Soul Power erupted from his body, and behind him appeared a completely black angel with eight wings on its back.

"Spirit Hall's Qian Renhan. Martial Soul: Eight-Winged Fallen Angel. Level 20 Power Attack Type Soul Master."

"This Martial Soul!"

Everyone in the stands could no longer suppress their shock. This was a mutated Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. Moreover, as they looked upon the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, the evil thoughts buried deep within their hearts continuously began to rise. This included Ning Fengzhi, Yu Longchen, Sword Douluo, and Tang Xiao. However, anyone who had cultivated to their level possessed an exceptionally steadfast heart and could suppress it completely. Yet Xue Xing, whose strength was only that of a Soul Ancestor and whose evil thoughts were the most abundant, felt an almost uncontrollable urge to find a woman and **.

If the Six-Winged Angel could disperse the evil thoughts of the world and unconsciously calm one's Inner Realm, then the Fallen Angel Martial Soul could stir the evil thoughts within everyone's hearts, driving them mad and even turning them into slaves who believed in it.

It stood in absolute opposition to the Six-Winged Angel—a Martial Soul at the ancestral level of Evil Soul Masters. This was no joke.

"Continue." Qian Renhan looked indifferently at the somewhat dumbfounded Yu Tianyuan. "If you're scared, get off the stage."

"Heh, scared? I couldn't ask for more." Yu Tianyuan's First Spirit Ring lit up. "First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"

A dragon claw imprint formed from lightning rushed toward him. Qian Renhan merely raised a hand, and the Soul Power radiating from his body condensed into a longsword in his grasp. He slashed it down at the Thunder Dragon Claw.

Condense Soul into Blade. I didn't expect Xiaohan to reach this stage so quickly. Qian Xunji murmured inwardly in surprise.

The longsword collided with the Thunder Dragon Claw, splitting it in two. This did not mean the sword was so sharp that it had cut apart the Thunder Dragon Claw. Rather, the Extreme Darkness Soul Power suffusing the sword devoured all the Soul Power at the point where it contacted the Thunder Dragon Claw, feeding it back into Qian Renhan's body.

Martial Soul grades were divided into: useless Martial Souls, low-grade Martial Souls, mid-grade Martial Souls, high-grade Martial Souls, top-grade Martial Souls, top-tier Martial Souls (Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon), super Martial Souls (Golden Crocodile King), God-level Martial Souls (Six-Winged Angel), Super God-level Martial Souls (Eight-Winged Fallen Angel), Quasi-God King-level Martial Souls, and God King-level Martial Souls. (Ten Wings to Twelve Wings)

Under the enhancement of Immortal Herbs, Qian Renhan's Extreme Darkness attribute had already evolved to the realm of Ten Wings, a full three levels above the lightning of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul. It could not resist his absorption at all. This was a complete crushing advantage across different levels.

"Do you have any other tricks?" Qian Renhan asked blandly.

Yu Tianyuan gritted his teeth as his Second Spirit Ring lit up. "Second Soul Skill, Myriad Thunderbolts!"

The countless serpentine bolts of lightning winding around his body expanded simultaneously. In the next instant, they transformed into innumerable lightning arrows that flashed outward in every direction before converging on Qian Renhan.

Facing the dozens of lightning spears before him, Qian Renhan's expression did not change in the slightest. He did not even seem inclined to move.

Then all the lightning arrows struck Qian Renhan. A violent explosion rang out, and the entire arena seemed to tremble.

"Brother!"

"Eldest Young Master!"

Qian Renxue, Snake Lance, and Pufferfish all stood up. They could not understand why Qian Renhan had not dodged such a powerful attack, or even counterattacked. Yu Tianyuan, who was panting, was also stunned, staring wide-eyed at the cloud of smoke that had engulfed Qian Renhan because of his attack.

"Is this your strongest attack?"

Qian Renhan's calm voice sounded from within the smoke. When he walked out, everyone—even the top experts seated in the main seats—was immensely shocked.

After taking Myriad Thunderbolts head-on, Qian Renhan had not suffered the slightest injury apart from having somewhat disheveled hair. There was not even a scorch mark on his clothes.