Battle Kill: Circular Sword, the Complete Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul

Battle Kill: Circular Sword, the Complete Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul

Boom—

An orange-red storm erupted from the red ring in an instant.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was all stirred up in that moment.

Terrifying sword flashes darted through the red ring. The spiritual energy, normally invisible to the naked eye, seemed to have become tangible.

The orange-red radiance resembled an exquisitely beautiful tornado, completely enveloping Bibi Dong and concealing her from outsiders like Yue Guan and Hu Liena.

Bibi Dong felt as if a mountain were pressing down on her. The instant the storm began, all the Soul Power around her body contracted inward.

Her grotesque, terrifying eyes were filled with shock.

As she felt the orange-red storm constantly threatening to tear her apart, she could no longer keep her breathing as steady as it had been at first.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Qian Renyu must have obtained a divine relic too, but he's been growing up right under my nose all these years!"

"Where in the world did this guy get these divine relics?!"

Bibi Dong raged inwardly.

She forced herself to endure the agony of the orange-red storm tearing at her body.

Beneath the orange-red radiance, the red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring struggled to light up with a few faint sparks.

Only after her Soul Power had surged to its limit could Bibi Dong withstand the storm with slightly less difficulty, but things were still far from easy.

Outside the red ring.

Yue Guan watched the orange-red storm erupt, his hair standing on end.

At that moment, his eyes widened in utter disbelief as he stared at the storm that had completely trapped even Bibi Dong.

Yue Guan didn't know exactly how powerful Bibi Dong was, but he had a rough idea.

The more he understood about the kind of existence Bibi Dong might be, the harder it was to believe that Qian Renyu's seemingly ordinary move could suppress her so completely.

He cautiously glanced at Qian Renyu from the corner of his eye. Seeing him still standing on Shuangtian, seemingly untroubled, Yue Guan's mouth fell slightly open as he drew in a breath that chilled him to the bone.

"Just as I thought—I wasn't wrong!"

"If His Majesty wanted to attack me and Lao Gui, we wouldn't stand a chance."

"I doubt even our Martial Soul Fusion Skill would let us withstand a single move from His Majesty."

"Thank goodness Lao Gui and I were quick to support His Majesty when he took power. Otherwise, if His Majesty used a move like that on us, the result would be..."

Yue Guan couldn't help shuddering. Putting himself in Bibi Dong's place, he could almost imagine how miserable he'd be.

Seeing Yue Guan looking utterly horrified and shuddering despite himself, Hu Liena swallowed hard.

She could tell that Qian Renyu's move was incredibly powerful, but it was far beyond the realm a mere Soul King like her could comprehend. She had no way to gauge just how powerful it was.

Yue Guan's reaction filled in the last piece of the puzzle for her.

"Ugh..."

A muffled groan came from within the orange-red storm.

When Hu Liena heard Bibi Dong groan, her heart leapt into her throat.

"This is bad. It seems like Teacher can barely withstand this move."

"What can I do to help Teacher now? What am I even capable of?"

Hu Liena's thoughts were in turmoil.

She stared fixedly at the orange-red storm.

She wanted to rush inside, but knew she wasn't strong enough.

Gradually, the orange-red storm began to dissipate, and the spiritual energy it had stirred up returned to stillness.

Bibi Dong's figure reappeared from within the storm.

Her papal robe was now ragged and disheveled, and a streak of blood marked her pale, jade-like cheek.

Her entire body appeared in a semi-energized state before Qian Renyu, Yue Guan, and Hu Liena, no longer radiating the same cold, peerless arrogance as before.

Her aura was no longer as powerful as it had been at first, and her waterfall of long hair was now a complete mess.

Her heavy, labored breathing was constant proof that Bibi Dong was in a dire state.

"Your Ninth Soul Skill, Undying Body, managed to push you to this point. I'd say that counts as a success!"

"But how much longer can you maintain this state while your Ninth Soul Skill consumes so much Soul Power?!"

Qian Renyu was familiar with a Soul Skill like Bibi Dong's and knew she possessed one that was practically a cheat.

Beneath the power of a god, this Soul Skill was virtually invincible.

Battle Kill: Circular Sword, unleashed through the Throne Imprint, was indeed powerful. It began with a single point, expanded outward, and ultimately stirred the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into a storm of blades.

But at the end of the day, it was still power beneath the divine level.

Qian Renyu didn't think the ability granted by this imprint could break through Bibi Dong's cheat-like Undying Body.

Although he couldn't break through it, he wasn't overly concerned.

No matter how you looked at it, the Ninth Soul Skill of Bibi Dong's First Martial Soul was powerful only when it came to keeping her alive.

Beyond that, it was nothing special.

Bibi Dong glared at Qian Renyu with boundless hatred. Hearing him assess her Soul Skill like a victor—and do so with such nonchalance—made the fury already raging inside her flare up all over again.

"I can't maintain this state for long, but I'd like to see how many times you can use a skill like that, Qian Renyu!"

"Today, you won't make me back down another inch!"

Bibi Dong growled under her breath.

Her semi-energized body slowly solidified.

She let out a long breath, and the eyes brimming with icy killing intent no longer held a trace of emotion.

The air was thick with the coming storm. Bibi Dong drew all her Soul Power inward, and the Soul Rings around her began to recede as well.

She seemed to have drawn everything inward, as if she wasn't going to keep fighting. Yet the Soul Power gathering around her was already surging like waves crashing against a seawall.

The earthshaking voice made the void tremble.

"That's enough!"

"This has gone too far!"

"The Spirit Master Tournament finals are underway, and the forces from every major faction have gathered in Spirit City."

"Bibi Dong, do you want everyone from those factions to see our Spirit Hall become a laughingstock?!"

An old, ethereal voice rang out.

Qian Daoliu suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

He stood between Qian Renyu and Bibi Dong, just as he had when Qian Renyu seized power, effortlessly suppressing both sides' Soul Power.

With his hands clasped behind his back, his white hair danced in the wind.

Bibi Dong was consumed by rage. She no longer cared that Qian Daoliu had appeared again to stop the battle from truly erupting.

Her resentful gaze showed no intention of giving Qian Daoliu any respect.

"Qian Daoliu, I will not let today's matter go!"

"As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone touch my disciple!"

Even as she scolded him coldly, Bibi Dong continued drawing in her Soul Power and Soul Rings.

Her temper had already flared, and she was determined to assert her authority today. Her words were thick with hostility.

Qian Daoliu glanced at Bibi Dong but remained between her and Qian Renyu. A golden pillar of light suddenly shot skyward behind him.

The next moment, the phantom of a Six-Winged Angel appeared at the top of the golden pillar, stretching across the heavens.

Its six golden wings stirred boundless power. This was the true, complete form of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, a full manifestation that only someone at Qian Daoliu's demigod level could unleash.

Its expression was identical to Qian Daoliu's calm gaze.

The golden eyes of the Six-Winged Angel looked down upon the mortal world, finally locking onto Bibi Dong.