Spirit Emperor Clear Sky Hammer Tang San VS Soul Saint Six-Winged Angel Qian Renxue

The mask shattered, turning into countless golden fragments that scattered in the wind.

Three pairs of enormous wings, flowing with pure gold light, spread out across the sky, stirring up a howling storm.

A radiant glow burst forth from the clouds, illuminating the vast Soul Fighting Arena without casting a single shadow.

That is the ultimate Martial Soul symbolizing absolute judgment and Supreme God — the Six-Winged Angel!

However, what made the hearts of the 100,000 audience members clench and their blood almost freeze was the extreme halo that rose from beneath her feet.

Yellow, purple, black, black!

A total of seven dazzling Spirit Ring!

This is by no means some insignificant substitute Soul Ancestor.

Instead, he crossed a high wall that countless Soul Master could never overcome in their entire lives, becoming a true level 70 Soul Saint.

"Seven Rings... she's actually Seven-Ring Soul Sage!"

Xue Ye's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up, disregarding his imperial demeanor.

A wave of shock surged through Ning Fengzhi's heart.

His lips trembled slightly as he muttered to himself, "Seven-Ring Soul Sage under the age of 25? The Spirit Hall actually has such Monster hidden within its ranks."

Standing beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin narrowed his eyes, and a startling sword intent surged deep within his pupils.

"Feng Zhi, what's important is her Martial Soul, the Angel Martial Soul!"

Ning Fengzhi.

Sword Douluo couldn't possibly be wrong.

Because his father once challenged Qian Daoliu, the Grand Pontiff the Spirit Hall, and his Martial Soul was the Angel Martial Soul.

This is the inherited Martial Soul of the Qian Family.

What is this woman's relationship with the Qian Family?

The atmosphere in the Shrek Team's preparation area instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Yu Xiaogang felt as if all his strength and soul had been drained away; his legs went weak, and he collapsed heavily into the chair.

"Soul Saint... How could Soul Saint possibly appear in the Soul Master Tournament?!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he clutched his hair tightly with both hands, looking utterly lost.

"It's fake! This is all an illusion designed to distract the mind!"

Flender, the big boss standing to the side, looked ashen-faced; he saw no hope of Shrek winning.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena's Martial Soul Fusion Skill is an attack capable of unleashing the power of Soul Saint.

But they are not Soul Saint, and they cannot maintain the Martial Soul Fusion Skill for long.

But at this moment, Tang San and his companions are facing a true Soul Saint who possesses a top-tier Martial Soul and Martial Soul Avatar.

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Bai Chenxiang, and Ye Lingling were all startled by Qian Renxue.

Liu Erlong turned her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and looked at Lin Qingmo, who was leaning back in his chair with a calm expression.

"A-Qing, you just said with absolute certainty that the Spirit Hall would win. Did you already know that there was a Soul Saint hidden in their team?"

Lin Qingmo stretched leisurely.

"Teacher Er Long, would you believe me if I told you that I not only know she's Soul Saint, but I even know exactly what color her underwear is today?"

"You brat, you're never serious."

Liu Erlong, annoyed, reached out her slender hand and tapped his forehead.

Lin Qingmo simply smiled without saying a word.

His deep gaze pierced through the noisy crowd and landed on the highest and most prestigious seat in the hall, the Pope.

He was genuinely curious as to how his beloved teacher Bibi Dong, could have agreed to let Qian Renxue join the Spirit Hall Platinum Team to compete.

Bibi Dong sat high on her throne.

Those usually cold and aloof dark purple eyes were now fixed intently on the radiant blonde girl on the arena.

Not long ago, Qian Renxue took the initiative to stand in front of her and confessed everything.

This left her completely taken aback.

She also resolutely requested to step onto the stage of the elite competition.

On that day, the relationship between the conflicted mother and daughter underwent a slight change.

Bibi Dong's slender, jade-like hand, which held the Angel Scepter, was trembling slightly.

Deep within her extremely complex gaze, there was both amazement and repulsion.

She feels very unsettled whenever she sees Qian Renxue.

On the main arena, a vast expanse of golden light poured down like a celestial river flowing backwards.

The terrifying pressure from a level 70 Soul Saint caused the arena floor to tear open with countless cracks.

Two thuds.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar, who had the lowest Soul Power Level in the entire team, were so overwhelmed that their knees buckled, and they were forced to kneel on the ground by the overwhelming pressure of their level.

Cold sweat poured down their bodies like a waterfall.

"Damn it, even Soul Saint can't make me kneel!"

Dai Mubai roared repeatedly, his muscles bulging violently.

The White Tiger Vajra Transformation golden, but it appeared dim and lackluster in the face of this sacred pressure.

Yu Tianheng's face was pale, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Thunder his Dragon Transformation arm crackled with thunder.

No matter how hard he tried to muster his Soul Power, he couldn't take a single step forward.

A suffocating despair completely held everyone on the Shrek Team firmly in place.

"Soul Saint... how the hell are we supposed to fight this?"

Ma Hongjun cried out, his voice trembling violently.

"Let's just give up! This is Monster we can't possibly defeat!"

"Yeah, there's no way to fight this!" Oscar echoed frantically, his face pale.

"Shut up, all of you! No one is allowed to admit defeat!"

Tang San roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged violently like earthworms.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and bright red blood seeped out from between his teeth, staining his entire chin crimson.

He was unwilling to accept it.

He absolutely refused to accept it.

Why is it that any woman from the Spirit Hall can trample him like an ant in terms of rank?

"Don't be afraid! She's all alone!"

Tang San held the heavy Qian Jun Clear Sky Hammer horizontally in front of his chest, roaring with a contorted face.

"So what if he's Soul Saint? We have seven of us! All of you, charge forward and form a battle formation!"

"Give it your all, smash her to pieces!"

Tang San's roar forcefully stirred up the ferocity in everyone's hearts.

Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng's eyes turned bloodshot.

They withstood the suffocatingly terrifying pressure, roaring as they pushed their Soul Power to its limit, charging out like wild beasts unleashed from their cages.

"White Tiger Meteor Shower!"

"Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Rush!"

The Defense-type Soul Master Shi Mo and the Agility-attack-type Osler formed a flanking maneuver, one on the left and one on the right.

Behind him, Ma Hongjun also desperately unleashed a blinding Phoenix Evil Fire in his desperate situation.

The Shrek members rushed at them from all directions.

Qian Renxue stood proudly in mid-air.

Her golden eyes, devoid of any emotion, were filled only with a cold indifference, as if looking down upon ants.

"Like an ant trying to shake a tree, it's overestimating its own strength."

Qian Renxue parted her red lips slightly, not even bothering to activate her Martial Soul Avatar, a hallmark of a level 70 Soul Saint.

She stretched out her slender, fair right hand and gently clenched it towards the void.

The boundless Holy Fire of heaven and earth rapidly intertwined and condensed in her palm, transforming into a peerless divine sword two meters long, its entire body composed of burning pure golden flames.

Angel Holy Sword!

"Holy Judgment!"

Qian Renxue held her sword in one hand and casually slashed downwards.

A golden sword aura, ten zhang long and radiating a purifying aura, roared out.

The power to judge all evil in the world swept across the entire arena.

There was no such thing as a clash between evenly matched forces.

A crisp snap!

The giant Shi Mo tortoise shell shattered into countless fragments in an instant.

Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng were struck head-on by a heavy hammer, spitting out blood as they flew backward.

They tumbled and rolled out of the ring in a disheveled state.

Before anyone else could react, a golden halo composed of pure, divine radiance suddenly spread out from Qian Renxue's center.

Angel Domain.

The halo swept across,

The three— Osler, who was flanking from the flank, Ma Hongjun from the rear, and Oscar from the Support-type —didn't even have time to scream before they were violently blasted dozens of meters away by this enormous and unparalleled holy shockwave.

The three of them collapsed heavily onto the open ground some distance away, convulsing and unconscious.

This was a complete and utter one-sided crushing defeat.

From the moment Shrek launched their counterattack to their complete defeat, only three breaths had passed.

On the vast arena, only one lone figure remained from the Shrek Seven.

The billowing smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Tang San knelt on one knee on the broken stone slab, his hands gripping the Clear Sky Hammer tightly.

Crimson blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his once neat clothes were now tattered.

Tang San was breathing heavily, staring intently at the blonde figure gracefully descending from mid-air.

Qian Renxue held the Angel Holy Sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, looking down at the extremely disheveled Tang San.

Is this all Shrek can do?

Qian Renxue's cold and aloof voice resounded throughout the venue, her words carrying a chilling sarcasm.

"Show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

The entire Shrek Team collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

All eyes of the 100,000 spectators were focused on Tang San, who was struggling alone.

Can he really turn things around?