Ning Fengzhi: Tang Xiao, If You Want to Die, Don't Drag My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Down with You!

Qian Renxue was indeed taken aback by Lin Qingmo's current Soul Ring Configuration.

But she did not give up.

Golden feathers whistled and spread out.

The intense, dazzling, sacred golden flames poured out like a volcanic eruption.

The temperature in the entire Great Soul Arena suddenly soared.

Qian Renxue stood in the center of the flowing golden waves.

Her beautiful eyes were frosty.

"The Holy Sword the Angel!"

The golden sword shadow tore through the void.

With the power of rules that purify all evil in the world, it pierced towards Lin Qingmo's brow.

Many Soul Master in the stands were so frightened that they closed their eyes.

The power of this sword strike was terrifying.

Even an ordinary Soul Saint would have perished under this attack.

The boy in the center of the ring hadn't even pulled his hands out from around his waist.

Lin Qingmo's footwork was light and agile.

His figure left several fleeting afterimages in the void.

The golden blade grazed the hem of his clothes.

The Berserk golden flames whipped up a strong wind, yet they couldn't even ruffle a single strand of hair on his forehead.

With a casual wave of his hand, countless Blue Silver Vine attacked Qian Renxue from the ground like a madman, endlessly.

A contented smile played on Lin Qingmo's lips.

They even had the leisure to turn their heads and offer pointers.

"Miss Qian, your initial strike was too forceful. Is this how your grandfather always taught you to use a sword?"

"Fancy moves, full of flaws."

Upon hearing this, all the Soul Master in the stands were stunned.

What is he doing?

"To guide Seven-Ring Soul Sage?"

"He couldn't even pull his hands out!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, his fingers trembling slightly, asked, "Old Ghost, can you understand that kid?"

"I don't understand." Ghost Douluo's Gui Mei black robe flickered violently, his voice hoarse.

"This is too bizarre."

Hearing these frivolous comments, Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes blazed with fury.

"Shut up!"

"Angel Assault!"

"Angel Roar!"

Mental attacks intertwined with the golden sword light, forming a deathly net that blotted out the sky.

The entire arena was engulfed by Berserk golden storm.

Qian Renxue's attacks were like a tidal wave, each sword aimed straight for the vital points of the human body.

Lightning struck him, but Lin Qingmo dodged to the side with exquisite micro-management.

Each time, it precisely avoided all the sharp edges by a mere half-inch.

What appeared to be a perilous battle to the audience was nothing more than a leisurely morning stroll for him.

"It's three inches off to the left."

"The lower right side is too unstable."

"Slow."

"Too slow."

"Miss Qian, your Soul Saint cultivation level couldn't have been achieved by taking pills, could it?"

Lin Qingmo strolled leisurely, making casual, intermittent comments.

Qian Renxue bombarded the boy with dozens of moves, but she couldn't even touch a corner of his sleeve.

In the stands of the Shrek Academy.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and his fingernails dug deep into his flesh.

"Damn it..."

"What on earth is that woman doing? Wasn't she very fierce when she hit me?"

"Why can't I even touch the hem of Lin Qingmo's clothes?!"

"He's a fake!"

"He must have used some despicable trick!"

Extreme jealousy caused Tang San's suppressed internal injuries to flare up again.

Fresh blood kept seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who were standing nearby, were so frightened that they dared not breathe.

The Shrek members, who had been hoping to see Lin Qingmo defeat, were now ashen-faced.

Yu Xiaogang slumped into his chair, his eyes glazed and blank. "Impossible... this doesn't make sense..."

Qian Renxue abruptly sheathed her sword and stood still.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His breathing was slightly rapid.

Those golden pupils suddenly contracted.

"Since you like to hide, then I'll make sure you have nowhere to hide!"

Qian Renxue was enveloped in a divine golden light.

The Angel Domain spread Berserk in a circular pattern.

A supreme domain that purifies all Soul Power and weakens the enemy's senses and speed covers the entire field.

Many low-level Soul Master in the stands felt a melting pain in their souls just from peeking from afar.

Standing at the center of the divine purifying power, Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Playing with the field?"

"Alright, then I'll play along with you."

Beneath Lin Qingmo's feet, the black Fourth Spirit Ring and three scarlet Spirit Ring shone brightly.

A deep, dark purple-black aura, like a dark abyss, rose from beneath his feet.

Destruction Domain!

The aura of ultimate annihilation and Annihilation materialized into a black storm.

Without any suspense, it crashed head-on into the golden Angel Domain.

There was no stalemate where the two sides were evenly matched.

Only a ruthless crushing victory in absolute terms!

Click!

The golden light shattered into fragments.

The domain collapsed.

Qian Renxue's proud Angel Domain was forcibly squeezed and torn apart.

Ultimately, it all returned to Voidness.

"Hmm!"

The backlash came.

Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled slightly.

He stumbled back seven steps, stepping on the hard granite.

Each step left a deep dent in the ground.

A striking streak of bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"A domain! He has one too?!" Ning Fengzhi was shocked once again.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression grave. "There's nothing surprising about someone possessing four Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring and mastering a domain."

"Feng Zhi, Lin Qingmo's strength has far exceeded everyone's expectations."

Chen Xin used his Soul Power to transmit his voice, asking in a low voice, "The Clear Sky Sect Master Tang Xiao wanted to join forces with us yesterday to cause trouble today, all for that Xiao Wu."

What's your opinion on this?

Ning Fengzhi looked at the proud young man standing on the arena and gave a bitter smile.

Then he let out a long sigh.

"Tang Xiao has really gone mad."

"Clear Sky Sect has been hiding for so many years, do you really think the world is still the same as it was back then?"

"To go against such Monster is simply courting death."

Ning Fengzhi turned his head and looked at Ning Rongrong, who was cheering for Lin Qingmo in the audience not far away.

His gaze became incredibly resolute.

"Our stance will always be on Ning Rongrong's side."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong understood instantly.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will absolutely not board the Clear Sky Sect, a ship destined to sink.

The Upper Three Sects don't necessarily need to be closely connected.

Qian Renxue braced herself against the ground with a single sword.

Her slender, delicate body trembled slightly.

A year ago, when I fought Lin Qingmo, I could still see him contributing.

But now that she's become stronger, Lin Qingmo finds dealing with her much easier and more effortless.

With just a casually cast domain, he exposed all her trump cards.

The sense of powerlessness brought about by this vast difference almost crushed her pride.

Qian Renxue bit her red lips tightly, her eyes reddening.

Those beautiful, golden eyes held a deep sense of obsession and determination.

"Lin Qingmo!"

Ignoring the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, she screamed deafeningly.

"I know you haven't shown your true abilities yet."

Don't insult me with this playful attitude!

"Show me your full strength and let me see just how big the gap is between us!"

"Even if I, Qian Renxue, am splattered with blood today, I will lose clearly and decisively!"

The shouts tore through the air.

The entire audience of 100,000 felt their scalps tingle.

Tang San was almost driven to the brink of despair by Lin Qingmo when he saw the once aloof Qian Renxue being forced into such a desperate situation.

Tang San's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth.

"Even Qian Renxue defeated me utterly, so what about me, who was defeated by her...?"

Pope Bibi Dong leaned gracefully on her throne.

She looked at Qian Renxue, who was anxious and unwilling on the field, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Just how strong her little man really is, even she, as his Master, hasn't figured it out yet.

Lin Qingmo looked at Qian Renxue, whose eyes were red and who seemed about to collapse.

He shrugged helplessly.

"I originally wanted to interact with you as an ordinary Soul Master, but all I got in return was noise and chaos."

"Alright."

Lin Qingmo slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets.

He brushed the dust off his palms.

A glint of Berserk Thunder and the Destruction Laws flickered in his eyes.

"Since you insist on watching, then stand still."