Spirit Hall's Foundations Were Far Stronger Than Imagined

At the tip of the sword, intensely hot golden flames were raging.

The golden flames tore through the surrounding air as they flickered, producing a piercing hissing sound.

The incomparably sharp, cold light was aimed directly at Tang San's extremely vulnerable throat.

The Angel Holy Sword, formed from pure light elements and divine Soul Power, hovered firmly half an inch in front of Tang San's throat.

The piercing sharpness and astonishing heat emanating from the sword's edge had already pierced the thin skin on his neck.

A drop of dark red blood slowly slid down her slender neck.

The blood had barely left the wound when it was instantly evaporated by the heat of the sword tip.

A cold wind whistled past the arena, carrying charred debris.

The entire Great Soul Arena was deathly silent, almost frozen in place.

The venue was so large you could hear a pin drop.

Only the residual heat emanating from the broken bricks on the arena rose silently.

A full 100,000 nobles and Soul Master from all over the continent were in the stands.

Everyone held their breath at that moment, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Countless eyes were fixed on the gleaming gold sword, their gazes filled with shock.

"What... what is she going to do?"

"Are they going to kill Tang San?"

"Wow! This is going to be a big problem!"

Who would have thought,

This Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul genius, who recently unveiled his golden mask and astonished the audience with his extraordinary talent,

They actually harbored a naked desire to kill Tang San, the soul of the Shrek Team.

That wasn't about winning or losing in a friendly Sparring.

Instead, it was an undisguised, chilling killing intent aimed at eliminating any potential threat.

This peerless genius was nurtured by the Spirit Hall with all its resources.

Are we really going to kill Tang San in front of all the prominent figures on the continent?

Qian Renxue's golden eyes were as cold as frost.

There was no trace of the victor's arrogance, only a bottomless sense of desolation.

The young man lying in a pool of blood before her had just displayed a fighting prowess that made her feel a long-lost sense of vigilance and chill.

Regardless of the unpredictable and unpredictable use of Hidden Weapon,

Or it was the reckless act of smashing the Spirit Ring without reservation in a desperate situation.

They all possess a terrifying threat that could overturn the course of the war.

not to mention,

He is only fourteen years old this year.

Yet he had already stepped into the threshold of becoming Spirit Emperor.

Most fatally, he possessed the bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect.

He is the son of Tang Hao, who injured her father years ago.

If such a person is not completely eliminated today, he will be a devastating threat to the Spirit Hall's future endeavors.

"This child must not be allowed to live."

Qian Renxue snorted coldly in her heart.

A murderous glint was revealed in his eyes.

His body shone with an instant and intense holy light.

The pair of golden wings suddenly unfurled behind them, creating a Berserk gust of wind.

Her slender wrist trembled slightly.

With the force of shattering the void, the Angel Holy Sword viciously stabbed towards Tang San's throat.

It was at this time that...

Pope Bibi Dong slammed her Spider Emperor Scepter heavily onto the hard granite floor.

"Thump!"

A dull, thunderous shockwave rapidly spread from the arena, sweeping across the entire magnificent Great Soul Arena.

The granite floor rippled with visible waves, and even the stone pillars on the high platform trembled and roared.

An extremely strong force traveled along the ground, causing the pebbles beneath Qian Renxue's feet to bounce up.

That concludes today's match schedule.

Bibi Dong's voice came from above.

It was as calm as a deep, still pool.

He showed no sign of joy or anger.

There wasn't a trace of emotional fluctuation in his voice.

That absolute authority that controlled everything instantly enveloped the entire scene.

"The finals will be held tomorrow."

Qian Renxue abruptly stopped her downward thrusting wrist.

The soaring killing intent was abruptly interrupted by the sudden loud noise and the chilling voice.

She sheathed the sword that was thrusting downwards.

His deep golden eyes pierced through the swirling dust, Bibi Dong's cold and noble dark purple eyes on the high platform.

The mother and daughter stood silently facing each other across the vast stadium, which was hundreds of meters wide, under the gaze of countless people.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop to freezing point instantly, making it hard to breathe.

Qian Renxue knew this perfectly well.

Bibi Dong was not protecting Tang San.

Rather, they were maintaining the superficial rules and supreme authority of the Spirit Hall.

In front of all the major sects and powerful forces of the two great empires, they openly slaughtered the contestants who had already lost the ability to resist on the field.

Such actions have had a tremendous impact on the reputation of the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong was using the Pope's authority and a comprehensive strategic plan to firmly restrain her impulsive murderous intent.

"Call..."

Qian Renxue let out a long breath, suppressing the surging anger and murderous intent in her chest.

The dazzling, sacred golden flames surrounding him began to slowly fade.

With a thought, she casually released the imposing angelic Angel Holy Sword from her hand.

You're lucky to be alive.

Qian Renxue snorted coldly.

Without hesitation, he turned around and, with his long legs, stepped off the stage, his feet crunching on the cold ground.

Bibi Dong also slowly stood up.

Her magnificent Pope robes swung gracefully in an elegant yet aloof arc.

He walked straight down the platform and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.

In his seat at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi slowly closed the feather fan in his hand.

His face was ashen, his eyes filled with barely concealed fear and complex emotions.

"Uncle Jian, the Spirit Hall's resources are a hundred times more terrifying than we anticipated."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing behind him, had a solemn expression.

A pair of sharp, sword-like eyes were fixed on Qian Renxue's departing figure.

"This girl is not even twenty-five years old, yet she has already reached the Seven-Ring Soul Sage realm."

"What's even more terrifying is that she possesses the Martial Soul Spirit Hall's inherited Martial Soul, the Six-Winged Angel."

"Not only does it possess a domain, but it also perfectly embodies the Angel True Body."

"With such talent and growth rate, his future achievements are simply limitless, probably even surpassing Tang Hao's back then."

"Feng Zhi, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect probably needs to make plans soon."

With the successive departures of high-ranking officials from various top powers,

The oppressive atmosphere that had been hanging over everyone's heads began to slowly dissipate.

The once deathly silent stands erupted in cheers once more.

People gradually got up and left.

Buzzes of discussion and exclamations of surprise rose and fell, never ceasing.

However,

Even in the Shrek Team's rest area, the air was still filled with a deathly despair and solemnity.

On the dilapidated resting platform, the pungent smell of blood mingled with the smell of burning.

Dai Mubai collapsed to the ground.

His face was ashen, and several broken ribs were piercing his chest, causing him excruciating pain.

He grimaced and pressed hard against his chest.

"Cough cough cough, damn it..."

Each breath brought out a violent cough and cold, bloody spittle.

He was just struck head-on by the devastating aftershocks of the Angel Holy Sword.

His internal organs were churning violently, and he suffered extremely severe internal injuries.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar, who were not far away, collapsed to the ground.

Their faces were all bruised and swollen.

The skin exposed by the tattered clothes was covered with charred marks from the holy golden flames.

He couldn't even stand up; he could only lean against the corner of the wall, groaning in pain.

Yu Tianheng and the others also hung their heads dejectedly, their eyes devoid of any light.

All past pride has been utterly shattered.

But the most miserable one was still Tang San, who was lying in the very center of the arena.

The extreme backlash caused by forcibly shattering the Spirit Ring.

In addition, there is the Destruction suppression of the Angel True Body and the divine realm.

His face was ashen.

His breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible; he had fallen into a dangerously deep coma.

Yu Xiaogang knelt listlessly on the cold, damp ground.

Her once neatly combed hair was now disheveled, and a few strands of white hair had appeared at her temples.

He devoted half his life to nurturing this genius disciple as if he were his own son.

They were ruthlessly crushed in the face of the Spirit Hall's absolute power.

"It's fake... it's all fake..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his voice hoarse like an old bellows, looking utterly lost.

His withered fingers dug deep into the soil, the spaces between them stained with mud and blood.

All of this has shattered his proud ideals, turning them into an unmanageable pile of ashes.