Nine-Ring Douluo, the Pope's Death Draws Near

A brilliant golden world spread downward from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed the entire Lake of Life into a world of radiant gold.

Within this golden world, the space was saturated with an aura of holiness and light.

Any form of evil would be suppressed within these bounds.

If any fallen ones were caught inside, they would be immediately marked by the Angel Domain.

They would then be purified by the Angel Domain, reduced to ashes under the power of holiness and light.

Annihilated between heaven and earth.

Even a fallen one whose cultivation realm was two levels higher than Qian Renxue, reaching the level of a Title Douluo, would be absolutely suppressed within the Angel Domain, able to exert at most seventy percent of their full Title Douluo strength.

The Angel Domain descended from the sky, spanning a thousand meters, suppressing everything below indiscriminately.

Because his own attributes were countered, Ghost Douluo found his strength suppressed to a mere sixty percent under the pressure and purification of the Angel Domain.

Furthermore, his ninth spirit skill, Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring the Heart, was completely broken by the holy power within the Angel Domain.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's attributes were not countered.

However, he was still suppressed by thirty percent of his strength, and the power of his ninth spirit skill was reduced by thirty percent.

Bibi Dong's attributes were diametrically opposed to the Angel Domain; the two held a relationship of mutual restraint.

Whoever was stronger would suppress the other.

Since Bibi Dong's cultivation was higher than her opponent's, she was not suppressed.

However, the Angel Domain had been activated suddenly, and Bibi Dong had been caught completely off guard.

Taken by surprise, she was wounded by the holy power of the Angel Domain, thick black smoke hissing from her body as her strength was suppressed by nearly fifty percent.

Then, with a look of shock on her face, she was struck head-on by Chrysanthemum Douluo's ninth spirit skill.

She took the full force of his ninth spirit skill, one hundred percent.

In an instant, her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, and with a loud thud, she crashed heavily into the Lake of Life.

"This holy aura, this is the power of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul. Is it the Grand Pontiff!?" Ghost Douluo felt his spirit power being suppressed within his body; although the holy power in the Angel Domain suppressed his spirit power, it also suppressed the martial soul poison within him, and he spoke with a pleasantly surprised expression.

As elders of Spirit Hall, both Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were extremely familiar with the angels.

The two immediately recognized this as the power of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

On the continent, ever since the death of the previous Pope and the passing of the previous Pope's daughter, the only Six-Winged Angel martial soul left was the Grand Pontiff.

The person who had arrived was the Grand Pontiff.

The Grand Pontiff had arrived; they were saved!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were both incredibly pleasantly surprised, their faces filled with excitement as they looked up at the sky.

They waited for that majestic figure to descend slowly from the sky like a god.

Qian Daoliu's strength was absolute; if he took action, ten Bibi Dongs would be no match for him.

With the Grand Pontiff taking action to subdue Bibi Dong, they would be able to interrogate her properly.

Why had she attacked them?

Chu Feng was also a member of Spirit Hall!

Under the expectant gazes of both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, a golden pillar of light suddenly shot down from the sky.

The target of the light pillar was not them, nor was it Bibi Dong, who had been knocked into the lake.

It was Chu Feng, who was currently absorbing his spirit ring.

It landed directly on Chu Feng.

This pillar of light carried absolutely no malice; the holy power within it was imbued with a potent healing effect.

As it landed on Chu Feng, it purged the martial soul poison that had contaminated him, cleared away all the negative effects he had sustained, and assisted him in absorbing the spirit ring.

Watching this scene, Chrysanthemum Douluo was not surprised.

Chu Feng was the Grand Pontiff's personal disciple.

However...

Suddenly, Chrysanthemum Douluo's brows furrowed slightly.

Strange, the power of this Angel Domain didn't seem that strong.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes flickered as he looked toward the Lake of Life.

He pondered to himself.

The Grand Pontiff was a level ninety-nine peak Limit Douluo; under his Angel Domain, Bibi Dong's Martial Soul Avatar should not have been able to be maintained at all.

Bibi Dong's first martial soul, the Death Spider Emperor, possessed evil attributes, and just like Ghost Douluo, it should have been deeply countered by the Angel Domain.

Yet, Bibi Dong had only been affected slightly, and it was still his own ninth spirit skill that had knocked her into the Lake of Life.

But this was undeniably the Angel Domain.

After all, Ghost Douluo's ninth soul skill had been broken.

Since it was the Angel Domain, the person who arrived must be the Grand Pontiff.

Chrysanthemum Douluo pondered for a moment, coming up with a reasonable explanation.

The power of the Angel Domain wasn't that strong, perhaps because the Grand Pontiff hadn't used his full strength!

Yes, it must be that the Grand Pontiff hadn't used his full power.

Ghost Douluo's martial soul was countered by the holiness of the Six-Winged Angel; if the Grand Pontiff had unleashed the Angel Domain without restraint, wouldn't Ghost Douluo have been turned directly into ash?

The Grand Pontiff must have been looking out for Ghost Douluo, which was why he didn't use his full strength.

As Chrysanthemum Douluo secretly deliberated, the golden pillar of light gradually faded, slowly receding from the air.

After the pillar of light completely vanished, a golden silhouette slowly descended from the sky.

She landed beside Chu Feng, opposite the Lake of Life, with her back turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

As she descended from the sky to the ground, landing beside Chu Feng and entering the line of sight of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo within the Angel Domain, the two of them finally saw the person before them clearly.

Her back was exquisite and graceful, with beautiful, curvaceous lines, and four brilliant golden wings sprouted from her back.

Looking at the person in front of them, both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were stunned.

How... how could it be a woman?

Had the Grand Pontiff transitioned?

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were both astonished, their eyes meeting.

They both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

However, shouldn't the Six-Winged Angel soul have six wings?

Why did she only have four?

Could it be that she wasn't the Grand Pontiff? If she wasn't the Grand Pontiff, then who was she!

Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart began to tremble with shock.

His gaze was fixed intently on Qian Renxue, who had her back to them.

The former Pope had passed away, and the former Pope's daughter had died young; in this world, besides the Grand Pontiff, no one else possessed the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

Yet, this woman truly possessed the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

The Six-Winged Angel martial soul only had at most four wings before breaking through to become a Title Douluo; this woman before them only had four wings, she wasn't the Grand Pontiff, and she looked very young...

Looking at her youthful back, an unrealistic thought sprouted in both of their minds.

But Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo instinctively felt it was impossible.

The former Pope's daughter had died long ago.

It could absolutely not be her.

But if it wasn't her, how could the woman before them be explained?

It was completely unexplainable!

"Young Mistress Qian Renxue?" Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo called out uncertainly.

Hearing this, Qian Renxue turned her head slightly to glance at them, nodding gently in their direction.

Immediately, her gaze fell back onto Chu Feng, looking at him with deep affection in her eyes.

Her voice was soft, like a wind chime.

"Xiao Feng, your Xue'er is here!"