Qian Renxue: This Boy Must Not Be Spared!

Tang San and Qian Renxue engaged in a battle.

The remaining golden flames danced on the broken steel tabletop, emitting waves of heat and a scorching smell.

Tang San knelt heavily on one knee in the sunken ground, his hands supporting his knee, his chest heaving violently like a bellows being pulled.

The blood dripping from his chin fell into the dust, congealing into dark red bloodstains.

His robes had already been torn to shreds in the collision, revealing the muscles beneath covered in bruises and scars.

"Is this all the skill you've got?"

Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, her three pairs of golden wings behind her looking incredibly sacred.

"Hateful!"

The blood vessels in Tang San's eyes widened rapidly, and his right hand, pale, gripped the black hammer handle tightly.

He absolutely refuses to accept such a defeat!

Why does this woman look down on me with such contempt?

How could the Spirit Hall have driven him to such a wretched state?

"Qian Renxue, I haven't lost yet!"

Tang San let out a hoarse growl from deep within his throat.

A cloud of rubble exploded beneath his feet, and he transformed into a series of shifting, unpredictable afterimages.

He pushed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its limit.

The unpredictable footwork created dozens of blurry, indistinguishable figures on the field.

He cut through the lingering heat, skimming the ground and heading straight for Qian Renxue's central path.

"Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!"

Tang San crossed his palms, and the Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body began to circulate powerfully.

A peculiar pulling force coiled around Qian Renxue's slashing sword, forcefully deflecting the golden sword light.

Taking advantage of this fleeting gap,

His left arm muscles bulged high, and the heavy Clear Sky Hammer drew one superimposed arc after another in the air.

One hammer blow, two hammer blows, three hammer blows... the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer unfolds over an extremely short distance.

The hammer shadows overlapped, and a muffled thunderclap erupted in the air.

Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black—six Spirit Ring, far exceeding the usual proportions, rose and alternated beneath his feet.

All Strength Boost Soul Skill stacked!

The power of multiple Soul Bone throughout the body is also superimposed!

The black hammer, originally as tall as a man, expanded rapidly, slamming forward with a powerful force capable of shattering mountains.

"The Nine Absolute Clear Sky Techniques, the Penetrating Word Technique"

A powerful gust of wind swept past, causing violent ripples to spread across the protective barrier.

Even the skin of those in the front rows of the stadium felt stinging from the aftershocks.

Ning Fengzhi's fingers tightened slightly on the armrest of the chair. "Tang San's mastery of the Clear Sky Sect's ultimate techniques has reached such a level."

Xue Ye's gaze turned solemn. "To be able to display such a domineering offensive at such a young age, it's unimaginable what he'll achieve if given another ten years."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin simply crossed his arms and shook his head calmly. "The move was indeed exquisite, but unfortunately it was useless."

"The gap between Soul Saint and Spirit Emperor cannot be easily bridged by a few exquisite techniques."

Liu Erlong turned his head to look at Lin Qingmo, who was leisurely sitting beside him, and said softly, "A-Qing, how long do you think this guy can last?"

Lin Qingmo peeled a grape and put it in his mouth. "Tang San is just making a last-ditch effort; Qian Renxue hasn't even used her true abilities yet."

Qian Renxue remained indifferent as she watched the giant hammer hurtling towards her face.

"Angel's Blessing."

Pure light condensed into a golden shield before her, directly withstanding the devastating blow from the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Angel Assault"

Qian Renxue's figure swept across the void like a golden stream, her sword pointing directly at Tang San's chest.

Tang San's pupils contracted violently, and every pore on his body tightened under the threat of death.

He waved his arms wildly, unleashing the full potential of the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons Compendium Techniques.

Various highly poisonous Hidden Weapon were launched relentlessly towards Qian Renxue's vital points.

"A pointless trick."

Qian Renxue snorted coldly.

"Angel Holy Light!"

A burst of intense light erupted from her body, and an extremely high temperature enveloped the surrounding space.

The poisoned Hidden Weapon were scalded into drops of molten metal in mid-air before they even got close to her delicate body.

Immediately afterwards,

A dazzling light shone from Qian Renxue's body, and a giant Angel sword shadow slashed down from the sky.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Tang San was sent flying dozens of meters away.

The battle suit on his chest was completely shattered, leaving a deep wound with bones visible and charred edges.

Yu Xiaogang leaned over the railing, screaming hoarsely, "Xiao San! Admit defeat! Stop pretending!"

"Admit defeat?"

"Those two words have never existed in my dictionary!"

Tang San wiped the blood from his mouth, his rationality completely replaced by madness and killing intent.

He absolutely cannot lose here.

If he loses, all his pride up to this point will become a joke.

"The Great Sumeru Hammer..."

Tang San's voice was hoarse, like two stones rubbing together.

He held the bleeding Clear Sky Hammer horizontally in front of him, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

"Secret Technique, Ring Detonation!"

Click!

The first Spirit Ring beneath his feet shattered with a deafening roar, transforming into pure and violent primal Soul Power that surged into his body.

The intense pain from the shattered Spirit Ring caused Tang San's meridians to spasm violently, his skin and flesh to tear, and blood to gush out like a fountain.

But in return for this price was an unbelievably massive and Berserk energy.

The pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer instantly emitted a layer of chilling, crimson light.

The terrifying force tore hundreds of deep trenches into the arena.

"Qian Renxue! Die!"

Tang San looked up at the sky and let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

He was enveloped in a crimson light, wielding a crimson hammer weighing over ten thousand pounds, and smashed it down on Qian Renxue with unwavering resolve.

Its power seemed to shatter the very void before them.

Looking at the crimson tide sweeping in below, Qian Renxue's gaze finally turned solemn.

"The technique is indeed quite sophisticated..."

"Unfortunately, it ends here."

The jet-black Seventh Spirit Ring beneath Qian Renxue's feet burst forth with dazzling light.

"Angel Domain!"

"Seventh Soul Skill, Angel True Body"

Golden light spread across the entire arena in a fraction of a second, forcibly transforming it into a sacred domain.

Under the suppression and purification of the domain, the Berserk and rampant scarlet energy on Tang San's body was greatly weakened.

At the same time, behind Qian Renxue, a huge Six-Winged Angel phantom burning with pure golden divine fire materialized out of thin air and perfectly overlapped with her figure.

"Angel Judgment!"

The enormous golden flame sword beam merged with the illusory image, crashing down with unparalleled heavenly might.

Golden divine light and crimson frenzy clashed fiercely in the very center of the arena.

There was neither suspense nor a miracle.

The violent energy Tang San gained by Ring Detonation crumbled inch by inch under the dual suppression of his absolute Angel True Body and domain, like fragile glass.

A cracking sound echoed throughout the venue.

The red glow on the Clear Sky Hammer was completely extinguished.

The terrifying backlash shattered all of Tang San's defenses.

With a "poof" sound.

Tang San looked up and spat out a mouthful of water mist mixed with fragments of internal organs.

His bones groaned continuously, as if they were about to break free from the strain.

The dust that filled the sky gradually settled away.

Qian Renxue retracted her enormous Angel True Body and gracefully descended slowly from mid-air.

The three pairs of wings behind her folded up, and her face turned slightly pale, but this was only due to the consumption of Soul Power.

The entire room fell silent.

After a long while, the referee Salas on the platform swallowed hard, raised his right hand shakily, and shouted in a broken voice, "The winner is the Spirit Hall Platinum Team!"

"Officially advanced to the finals!"

The cheers, though a few seconds late, still flooded the entire arena like a tidal wave.

Qian Renxue ignored the deafening cheers around her.

She frowned almost imperceptibly, then, carrying the Angel Holy Sword, walked step by step to the edge of the pit.

Looking down at Tang San, who lay unconscious at the bottom of the pit, bleeding profusely from his body.

Deep within her icy golden eyes, there was no joy of winning the match, but rather a rare sense of heaviness and vigilance.

"This guy... truly lives up to the ' Transmigrator ' Lin Qingmo."

Qian Renxue was secretly surprised.

However, his mere level 66 Spirit Emperor cultivation level actually forced me to activate both my Angel True Body and Angel Domain simultaneously in order to completely defeat him.

Moreover, he is Tang Hao's son.

"This child must not be allowed to live."

A chilling killing intent flashed deep within Qian Renxue's golden eyes.

The Angel Holy Sword, gleaming with golden flames, was tilted slightly downwards in her hand, its sharp tip subtly aimed at Tang San's vulnerable throat.