The Terrifying Ascension of the Six-Winged Angel, Nangong Wan Falls!

At this moment, the battle in the sky was completely one-sided. Guangyu Douluo was providing auxiliary attacks, utilizing the advantage of his arrows to consume the enemy from a distance, inflicting irreversible wounds upon Nangong Wan, who was currently in his Heavenly Centipede True Form.

Dragon Subduing Douluo, meanwhile, was utilizing the elemental control of the Silver Dragon soul to constantly leap through space, popping out to strike Nangong Wan with his staff whenever he appeared.

Nangong Wan was being beaten until he spat blood repeatedly, suffering heavy injuries.

When he looked down at the ground again, he discovered that the entire Holy Spirit Cult squad had been slaughtered by the two Angel Soul Masters working in tandem. Even Yan Feng, the direct disciple of Sect Master Zhongli Wu, had not survived, leaving behind only the weathered remains of a Bone Dragon.

Nangong Wan felt regret.

He shouldn't have come out this time; otherwise, how could he have run into the remnants of Martial Soul Hall, and Six-Winged Angels of the Qian Family at that?

And these damned Dragon Subduing Douluo and Guangyu Douluo were both rare powerhouses on the continent.

The ability to shatter space, which even the Supreme Sect Master had not mastered, was actually being controlled by a Super Douluo with only a single Soul Core.

If he didn't escape now, he would fall here as well.

But there was simply no chance of escape, for no matter how fast his speed was, it could not outpace spatial teleportation.

Thinking of this, Nangong Wan shouted at Guangyu and his companion, "You killed the Sect Master's disciple, and now you want to kill this old man too? Do you truly wish to be at irreconcilable odds with the Evil Soul Masters?"

"Don't forget, Shrek Academy still exists, and the Sea God Tang San is still out there. Do you think they will allow a Six-Winged Angel to grow? It would be better to let me leave today, and our grievances will be wiped clean."

Hearing this, both Guangyu and Dragon Subduing Douluo laughed.

Spare an Evil Soul Master? Was this not a joke?

Dragon Subduing Douluo shouldered his Coiling Dragon Staff, his eyes extremely cold as he said, "An Evil Soul Master dares to negotiate with us? We were already in a situation of irreconcilable odds."

"Ten thousand years ago, the Angel God fell, Martial Soul Hall was completely destroyed, and the continent was ruled by the noble class. We, the families of the Grand Pontiffs, fled in all directions just to secure a glimmer of survival."

"In these ten thousand years of struggle, how many of the Angel Clan have you Evil Soul Masters killed, and how many Soul Masters have you slaughtered? In the past, we were weak and dared not show our faces, forced to watch helplessly as you ran rampant, but that will not happen now, because our hope has appeared."

"Don't talk about a mere Title Douluo like you; even if a Limit Douluo came, This Seat would still protect the Young Master's growth."

"The descendants of us Grand Pontiffs are willing to protect the Angel Clan's growth, not for anything else, but for the kindness shown ten thousand years ago."

"Today, you must die!"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan's heart sank, and he flashed away, fleeing toward the underground passage.

He smelled the killing intent; if he didn't leave now, it would be too late.

Faster, a little faster.

He would burn his essence blood to survive; how could he perish here?

However, his speed was simply no match for Dragon Subduing Douluo's space-shattering speed, and in the blink of an eye, the latter appeared in front of Nangong Wan.

Nangong Wan turned around to run again.

Dragon Subduing Douluo's ninth soul ring lit up, and the dragon soul on the Coiling Dragon Staff opened its vertical pupils.

He gripped the Coiling Dragon Staff with both hands and shouted, "Ninth Soul Skill, Nirvana Dragon King Strike."

The dragon soul and the profound meaning of the staff technique combined, condensing the phantom of the Silver Dragon King.

Once the silver dragon staff emerged, the heavens and earth changed color.

"No!"

Nangong Wan turned his head abruptly, facing the giant silver dragon staff, and let out a death roar.

BOOM--!

The structures of the Underground Tiandou City collapsed. This strike left a fissure directly in the ground, and elemental power raged incessantly.

Nangong Wan fell into a pool of blood, his consciousness gradually blurring, seeing only two figures walking toward him.

He never imagined his life would end so hastily in such a manner.

If he had known, he wouldn't have saved Yan Feng, only to provoke a remnant of Martial Soul Hall capable of shattering space...

Shortly after, Guangyu Douluo and Dragon Subduing Douluo landed.

"Only one breath left."

Guangyu Douluo reached out to check Nangong Wan's breathing, confirming the other's life was hanging by a thread.

Dragon Subduing Douluo carried his staff on his back and said indifferently, "Such great merit, let the Young Master finish him off; it might even raise his soul power by several levels."

Guangyu Douluo also felt this was a good suggestion.

By killing a nine-ringed Evil Soul Master with four-ring strength, the feedback Young Master Ye Que would receive would surely exceed expectations.

Soon after, Ye Que and Yu Mengdi arrived, and Dragon Subduing Douluo immediately said, "Only one breath remains. Young Master, kill this Evil Soul Master yourself; you will be able to obtain quite a bit of merit."

Ye Que looked at the dying Nangong Wan and said, "Many thanks."

Clang!

The Angel God Sword was unsheathed, and with one strike, it pierced Nangong Wan's forehead.

Immediately, a scream rang out. Nangong Wan experienced a final burst of energy, the black aura throughout his body diffusing outward, only to be completely purified by the divine sword.

The entire process took less than a minute, and the Evil Soul Master Title Douluo who had roamed the soul master world was completely extinguished at the hands of Ye Que.

In an instant, endless power of merit descended upon him, and the purification energy from slaying an Evil Soul Master flowed back into him.

Ye Que's soul power rose once again, soaring to level 57.

To advance so rapidly overnight would be a miracle for any soul master, yet for a Six-Winged Angel soul master, it was not strange at all.

Evil Soul Masters devour the essence, blood, and souls of others, allowing them to cultivate at twice the speed of ordinary soul masters.

As the natural nemesis of Evil Soul Masters, the Six-Winged Angel receives even greater feedback.

Even without obtaining a fifth soul ring, Ye Que's soul power had accumulated to level 57.

Dragon Subduing Douluo and Guangyu Douluo stared at their young master, who was so monstrously talented, unable to hide their astonishment.

This... this advancement was simply too fast.

They had expected an increase in soul power, but they never imagined it would be this much.

Is he even human?

The Six-Winged Angel is truly terrifying.

Following this, both men burst into laughter.

This is a good thing!

If there were enough Evil Soul Masters to kill, the young master would not need to cultivate; he could simply slaughter his way to the end.

The Six-Winged Angel martial soul is indeed the strongest martial soul for suppressing evil, the natural nemesis of Evil Soul Masters.

"I didn't expect the advancement to be this fast."

Sensing the rise in his soul power, Ye Que could not help but exclaim in wonder.

It was too fast!

To gain so much soul power from killing a single Titled Douluo-level Evil Soul Master was truly a miracle.

It seems Qian Renxue did not lie to him.

The path to godhood lies within the Evil Soul Masters.

Guangyu Douluo said, "It seems we must set off to obtain the fifth, and perhaps even the sixth, soul ring for the young master, hehehe..."

"I will go exchange the chips first; you two go wait for me above."

After speaking, he flew personally toward the hall of the Soul Fighting Arena to negotiate compensation with the officials there and to exchange the Gold Soul Coins.

The industries of Underground Tiandou City belonged to the Heavenly Soul Royal Family, and battles were a common occurrence.

However, a spectacle of this magnitude was a first.

"Let's go!"

Dragon Subduing Douluo grabbed Ye Que and Yu Mengdi, vanishing at the entrance of Underground Tiandou City.

Early the next morning.

After the battle last night, everyone had gone to rest.

Having won a massive sum of one hundred million Gold Soul Coins, Guangyu Douluo prepared to carefully plan how to utilize the wealth.

After breakfast, there were no training tasks for the day.

Ye Que sat in meditation on the back mountain of Zhengtian Academy.

Through this battle, he realized that his strength had reached a point where he could challenge a seven-ring Evil Soul Master.

However, Ye Que began to feel some concern.

Yesterday's events would certainly spread, and Shrek and the Holy Spirit Cult would learn of the Six-Winged Angel soul master's existence within a few days.

This was not a good thing for him.

But hiding one's light and practicing in isolation would never lead to the end; he didn't even know how many years it would take just to reach level 57 soul power otherwise.

Ye Que could not afford to wait.

He would not wait for Huo Yuhao to become a god and assist Tang San, as that would be too disadvantageous for the Angel Clan and would easily lead to a passive position.

But the problem now was that the Martial Soul Hall faction lacked a Limit Douluo.

If Ye Xishui were to come knocking, they would have no choice but to be taken away by Dragon Subduing Douluo and flee overseas.

What if... he cultivated a Limit Douluo himself?

Ye Que thought Dragon Subduing Douluo was a good candidate, so he turned and left the Mimicry Cultivation Area of the back mountain, heading toward the teaching building.

He intended to discuss the matter of a Limit Douluo with seniors Dragon Subduing and Guangyu.

Martial Soul Hall needed a Limit Douluo to hold the fort.

The immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well must not go to waste!