Yue Guan, Gui Mei

With nothing but thoughts of escape left in his mind, the Demon Jiao Soul Saint had just turned around and had yet to take a step when an incomparably brilliant golden light descended upon the center of the battlefield with meteor-like precision.

Golden chrysanthemum petals, as light and soft as goose down, drifted out of thin air and danced throughout the sky.

Every petal flowed with gentle yet vast, pure Soul Power. Wherever they passed, the corrosive poisonous mist released by the Demon Jiao Soul Saint,

along with the sinister black mist spreading in from afar, was instantly purified. Even the stench of blood and rot in the air was replaced by the crisp fragrance of flowers.

"Second Grandpa!" Hua Lian cried out to Yue Guan as he emerged from the golden light, tears welling up in her eyes.

Yue Guan swept his gaze over the scene. Seeing the heavily injured Qin Ming and Elder Huang collapsed on the ground, as well as the Demon Jiao Soul Saint with seven Soul Rings floating beneath his feet as he prepared to flee, he could roughly piece together what had happened.

At the same time, he looked toward Ling Yuan's Soul Douluo battlefield in the distance, his expression grave. Two evil Soul Douluo, and an Evil Soul Beast at the peak of fifty thousand years of cultivation lurking in the shadows and waiting for an opportunity.

Yue Guan knew that Qin Ming and the others had come to the Tianyang Mountain Range for a Pope Palace assessment mission. The moment he sensed Hua Lian crush his token, he had rushed here at full speed.

But what he saw now was nothing like the lineup needed to assess students with Second to Fourth Rings.

At that moment, every hair on the Demon Jiao