Inside a VIP box at the Soul Fighting Arena, Nangong Wan narrowed his eyes and stared daggers at Ye Que. The killing intent in his gaze was practically overflowing.
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was their nemesis.
How could this be? Hadn't the Six-Winged Angel bloodline degenerated long ago? Before entering seclusion, the Grand Elder had personally wiped out the last branch of the bloodline, yet now one had appeared.
Damn Six-Winged Angel! It had actually dared to show itself!
Suddenly, Nangong Wan seemed to realize something, and his heart sank.
Yan Feng was in danger.
No matter how powerful a top-tier evil or dark Martial Soul was, it would be restrained by the Six-Winged Angel. There was no question about it.
This was bad!
Without a second thought, Nangong Wan charged out of the VIP box and roared, "Spirit Hall remnants, how dare you!"
But Guangyu Douluo immediately noticed the commotion.
Guangyu Douluo shot into the air and blocked Nangong Wan. Four purple, three black, and two red Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.
"Descendant of Guang Ling!"
Nangong Wan glared at Guang Yu, killing intent in his eyes almost tangible.
He hadn't expected the Spirit Hall remnants to still be around. Now, several of their people had even appeared.
Guang Yu brushed back his white hair and smiled. "Oh, dear. My young master may have revealed himself a little too early, but we were bound to meet sooner or later. Today, you centipede are going to die here."
Nangong Wan sneered. "Die? My cult has several Titled Douluo elders, as well as the Supreme Cult Master. With Shrek watching you Spirit Hall remnants from the front and us Evil Soul Masters eyeing you from behind, what can you possibly rely on to protect the Six-Winged Angel? Your blind courage? Hahaha..."
His mocking laughter rang out through the spacious main arena, sending the spectators fleeing in every direction.
Guang Yu ignored him and turned to his young master. "Leave this place to me. This old bastard isn't getting away today. Go ahead and do what you came to do."
The next instant, a silver Coiling Dragon Staff shattered through space and smashed into Nangong Wan's head.
"Argh!"
Nangong Wan clutched his head and howled in pain, feeling as though his skull were about to explode.
What kind of thing could shatter through space like that?
Then Dragon Subduing Douluo appeared, Coiling Dragon Staff in hand.
Guangyu Douluo and Dragon Subduing Douluo exchanged a glance, each understanding what the other was thinking.
They had to eliminate this Evil Soul Master to prevent future trouble.
"Attack!"
Dragon Subduing Douluo gripped the Coiling Dragon Staff, turned, and sent Nangong Wan flying with a single swing.
The battle between Titled Douluo had erupted.
Below, seeing the situation unfold, Ye Que drew the Angel God Sword. His third Soul Ring lit up as he pointed the blade at Yan Feng and Jili.
"Third Soul Skill, Angel Greatsword."
RUMBLE—!
Blinding swordlight flared. The Divine Sword in Ye Que's hand instantly transformed into a hundred-meter-long greatsword. Ignoring everyone else, he swung it down at Yan Feng and Jili.
The main arena descended into chaos as countless bettors fled in all directions.
Yan Feng and Jili felt death looming over them, but in the blink of an eye, they shook off their fear.
Yan Feng staggered to his feet. Gazing at the greatsword chopping down toward him, he let out a crazed roar. "There's never been anyone in this world who could restrain the Bone Dragon. Not even an angel!"
His hands transformed into enormous dragon claws as his entire body underwent Dragon Transformation. With a mighty grip, his massive claws seized the Angel Greatsword, which rang out with a sharp clang.
Yan Feng grunted. His knees trembled uncontrollably, and the ground beneath his feet began to crack.
So powerful—what a terrifying sword aura! This sword aura and Ultimate Attribute power were actually breaking down the Bone Dragon's bones.
Suddenly, he looked at his companion Jili and made a decision.
With a wet squelch, the Bone Dragon Claw tore out his companion's heart. Yan Feng then activated his fourth Soul Skill, Burial Ground, greedily absorbing Jili's life force.
In a desperate situation, he had no choice.
Yu Mengdi saw the move and immediately unleashed her second Soul Skill, Holy Radiance Cross Slash.
Yan Feng abruptly raised his arm to block.
BOOM—!
He was sent flying and crashed into the rubble.
Even after absorbing his companion's life force, it was only a drop in the bucket against the combined attacks.
The two Angel Soul Masters working together had dealt him a devastating blow.
At that moment, Ye Que withdrew the Divine Sword and said coolly, "I don't have time to keep fighting you. Go to hell."
"Fourth Soul Skill, Breath of the Angel."
RUMBLE!
The earth trembled. Countless strands of holy power converged on Ye Que, while the Angel God Shadow appeared behind him and the clock at its back spun rapidly.
In an instant, boundless angelic power pierced through everything.
The evil people who witnessed the scene didn't dare watch any longer. They ran for the Soul Fighting Arena's gates.
But no matter how fast they were, the angelic power locked onto them all and pierced through them in the blink of an eye.
The owners of Evil Martial Souls below the seventh ring could only await death.
Watching the scene, Yan Feng couldn't help laughing maniacally. "Breath of the Angel! So you really are Qian..."
Before he could finish, he was horrified to discover several beams of angelic power piercing through his chest. His life was snuffed out in that instant.
Thud—!
Yan Feng fell. The Bone Dragon vanished with him, and the evil people present were targeted indiscriminately.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The angelic power continued to erupt, launching attack after attack. The Evil Soul Masters hidden in the shadows vanished like snow in the sun.
After resisting several waves, the Holy Spirit Cult team led by Yan Feng was completely reduced to energy and dissipated, becoming merit for the Six-Winged Angel.
At that moment, Ye Que's Soul Power rose dramatically.
"This..."
Watching the scene sweep through the arena like a storm, Yu Mengdi couldn't help covering her little mouth. She had witnessed firsthand how terrifying her young master's fourth Soul Skill was.
The skill worked just as Ye Wuqing had described: once activated, Evil Soul Masters melted away like cream.
Ye Que's merit kept climbing at a dizzying rate.
After two minutes of unleashing the skill, most of the low-level Evil Soul Masters present had died, and Ye Que's Soul Power Level shot straight up to level 52.
He could clearly feel his Soul Power growing.
Although he hadn't obtained a fifth Soul Ring, his Soul Power had accumulated.
Ye Que was astonished.
His Soul Power was rising far too quickly!
He hadn't obtained a fifth Soul Ring, yet his Soul Power had reached an astonishing level 52. The feedback was even greater than before.
Then Ye Que looked at the spectators in the arena and finally understood.
Everyone still alive was an ordinary person, at most a gambling addict. The wicked people below the seventh ring, along with the Holy Spirit Cult team, had all vanished in the aftermath of Breath of the Angel.
The merit from this battle had doubled.
At that moment, Yu Mengdi flew over and exclaimed, "Y-young master, are you already above level 50?"
Ye Que smiled and nodded without denying it.
Yu Mengdi covered her little mouth, her eyes brimming with envy.
What incredible progress! He'd completely overcome the slow cultivation speed that came with an Ultimate Martial Soul.
"You're level 49 now too, right?"
Ye Que looked at Yu Mengdi and smiled warmly.
Yu Mengdi had contributed to the battle, so she would naturally receive merit feedback from the Angel Soul Master.
Yu Mengdi smiled. "Yes! I can finally get my fifth Soul Ring. We can go together when the time comes."
"Good!"
Ye Que nodded in agreement, then looked up at the sky.
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