Angel Holy Sword! Qian Renxue's Shock!

Inside the quiet room.

Qian Renxue was stunned.

She subconsciously looked at her own hands, then glanced at Qian Ye beside her, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Her Angel Holy Sword was actually the third-ranked divine artifact on the continent?

This—

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Shrek Camp.

The camp, which had been boisterous just a moment ago, was now so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Every person's face was frozen with an expression of having seen a ghost.

The arrogance and contempt on Tang San's face vanished in an instant, replaced by complete shock and dullness.

Angel Holy Sword?

Qian Renxue?

How could it be her?!

That woman's sword had clearly been suppressed by his Sea God Trident before Jialing Pass; if not for that strange broken sword, she would have been defeated long ago!

By what right was her sword ranked ahead of his Asura Magic Sword?!

"Impossible!"

A heart-wrenching roar squeezed out from Tang San's throat, echoing throughout the entire camp!

"This is absolutely impossible!"

The Golden List hung high, shining with ten thousand rays of light.

Tang San's heart-wrenching roar seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the vast divine might.

No one paid any heed to his impotent rage.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to the divine sword slowly emerging in the firmament.

What kind of sword was it?

Its entire body was brilliant gold, with complex and ancient inscriptions carved upon the blade.

Merely by hovering within the image, it radiated a sacred aura that made heaven and earth submit.

This sacredness was different from the Sea God's light of the ocean that encompassed all things.

It was also different from the Asura God's order of slaughter that judged everything.

It was pure.

It was overbearing.

It was the absolute light that dispelled all darkness and filth in the world!

[Angel Holy Sword, Super Divine Artifact!]

[In the past, the First Generation Angel God wielded this sword to slay all evil spirits in the world and establish the foundation for humanity on the continent!]

On the Golden List, the text faded away.

Replacing it were scenes that made all living beings tremble.

It was the ancient era.

The scene was dim, with blood-colored clouds filling the sky.

On the earth, there were no cities, only ruins and bones.

Humans were not the masters of the continent.

They were food.

Countless evil soul masters shrouded in black aura slaughtered mortals at will, cultivating with living souls and feeding on flesh and blood.

Those were the darkest years for the human race.

Wails filled the fields, and the earth was scorched for a thousand miles.

Even the soul beast clans retreated in the face of this extreme evil power.

Despair.

Through the screen, everyone inside and outside Jialing Pass felt a bottomless despair.

Just then.

The scene changed.

A golden light tore through the blood-filled clouds!

A figure clad in golden armor, holding a long sword, descended from the sky.

His face could not be seen.

Only those eyes were visible, resembling two scorching suns burning with raging golden flames.

He swung his sword.

A single strike.

Mountains and rivers shattered, and ten thousand ghosts wailed in unison!

Thousands upon thousands of Evil Soul Masters were instantly reduced to ashes beneath that golden sword aura!

He did not stop.

Alone with his sword, he walked across the devastated continent.

Wherever he passed, darkness receded and light returned.

He established Martial Soul Hall, erected the Angel Statue, and spread his grace far and wide.

He set an ironclad rule: Evil Soul Masters are to be purged by all under heaven!

It was precisely because of him that the human race enjoyed a golden age for ten thousand years thereafter.

The image froze on that towering silhouette.

He stood at the pinnacle of the world, atop a mountain piled high with the corpses of countless Evil Soul Masters.

The Angel Holy Sword in his hand remained unstained by blood, as holy as it had been from the start.

[Purging all evil from the world, creating eternal peace!]

[This is the Angel Holy Sword!]

[This is the justice of Martial Soul Hall!]

The moment these large characters appeared, the entire world fell silent.

At the Shrek Camp.

Dai Mubai's mouth hung wide open, as if a fishbone were stuck in his throat, rendering him unable to make a sound.

Zhu Zhuqing's face turned pale, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Ma Hongjun's tightly clenched fists loosened powerlessly.

The ideology they had always been fed was that Martial Soul Hall was overbearing and tyrannical—the so-called "villains."

But now, the Heavenly Dao Gold Ranking was telling them otherwise.

If not for Martial Soul Hall, if not for that First Generation Angel God, the human race would have perished long ago.

Who, then, was truly righteous?

Who was truly evil?

This thought sprouted wildly in the hearts of the Shrek members, shaking their convictions.

Tang San stared fixedly at the sky.

His body was trembling.

It was not out of fear.

It was out of rage.

A rage born from being completely invalidated.

He could clearly feel the power emanating from the image on the Heavenly Dao Gold Ranking; even across endless ages, it made the Asura God power within him palpitate.

That was the power of a God King!

And even among God Kings, it was a top-tier existence!

"God King—"

Tang San gritted his teeth, the corners of his eyes splitting open as blood trickled down.

"The First Generation Angel God was actually a God King too!"

"Why?!"

"If such a powerhouse existed, why would Martial Soul Hall have been pushed to this point by me?"

He refused to accept it.

He could not accept it!

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang stood to the side, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The theories he took such pride in appeared laughable in the face of true history.

He had always taught Tang San that Martial Soul Hall was a malignant tumor hindering the development of Soul Masters.

But the figure in the image, who had purged all evil, felt like a resounding slap across his face.

"Justice—"

Grandmaster's lips trembled.

"Could it be that we were truly wrong?"

Star Dou Great Forest, Lake of Life.

A ripple stirred within the depths of Gu Yuena's violet eyes.

She fell into her memories.

That was a very, very long time ago.

So long ago that even she had nearly forgotten it.

"It was him—"

Gu Yuena whispered softly.

Beside her, Di Tian shuddered, asking respectfully, "Master, do you know that First Generation Angel God?"

Gu Yuena did not answer directly, instead gazing at the silhouette in the projection, a complex emotion flashing through her eyes.

"In that era, humanity was as weak as ants."

"Only he emerged, defying the heavens."

"The sword in his hand was indeed formidable."

"Even in my prime, I would have had to avoid the edge of that blade."

As these words fell, all the Great Beasts were shocked.

Even the Master would have to avoid its edge?

Just how strong had that First Generation Angel God become?

Xiong Jun shrank his neck, muttering in a low voice, "Then where did he go later? Did he die?"

"If such a powerhouse were still alive, wouldn't humanity have unified the God Realm long ago?"

King of Ten Thousand Monsters also nodded, saying, "Indeed, human lifespans are short; even upon becoming gods, there is always a day when they fall."

Gu Yuena shook her head.

"I do not know."

"He vanished suddenly at the very peak of his power."

"Some say he ascended to a higher plane of existence, while others say he perished within the turbulence of the void."

"But this Golden List today—"

Gu Yuena paused, her gaze growing profound.

"Since the Angel Holy Sword still exists, it means his legacy has not been severed."

"It is just that, in the hands of Qian Renxue now, the power of this sword seems far inferior to what it was back then."