Why Don't You Guess How You'll Die

"Hungry!"

A furious, unwilling roar burst from the Ghost Emperor's mouth. What humiliation. He was a rank ninety-nine Quasi-God, yet he was actually about to be killed by an ant who had not even reached Title Douluo!

The Soul Cores inside him spun madly. Space began to shatter, and vast amounts of energy poured out, spreading from his broken chest. Black and green intertwined. The Ghost Emperor intended to detonate his Soul Cores outright. Even if he died, he would never let anyone else have an easy time of it.

But Qian Renxue still did not panic. It could even be said that she had expected this. After all, in this era ten thousand years later, she had also condensed Soul Cores before, and she understood even more clearly just how terrifying the power released by such things exploding would be. The golden holy sword on her forehead instantly transformed into a brilliant God Ring.

"Divine Skill!"

"Sun True Fire!"

Back then, after Qian Renxue became a god, she had raised her Spirit Rings to six black and three red. Now that she had released the power within her divinity, she would naturally raise her Spirit Rings back again. The soul skills used by gods were always somewhat different from those used by ordinary Soul Masters.

Even though the current Qian Renxue had not reached rank ninety-nine, completed her Angel Divinity, or recovered her original tenth Spirit Ring (God Ring), she could still use divine power to alter the essence of her soul skills and thereby reach an effect similar to a Divine Skill.

Holy radiance illuminated everything. It was as if a great sun had risen into the sky. The crimson fireball instantly burned everything to nothing. The Ghost Emperor's figure vanished, and as a cracking sound rang out,