Sixth Soul Skill: Angel Domination

"Mhm! Little sister, you are right!"

"A mere black ten-thousand-year soul ring, not even a red hundred-thousand-year soul ring—how dare it be called a God Skill?"

"Since when has the word 'God' become so cheap?"

Qian Wuyou nodded, fully agreeing with his sister's words, his tone carrying undisguised contempt.

He looked at Dugu Bo as if observing a clown sitting in a well, his eyes filled with disdain and scorn.

It was understandable that others were ignorant of the existence of deities.

On this plane of the Douluo Continent, the vast majority of soul masters could only hope to touch the threshold of a Titled Douluo in their entire lives.

Merely seeing a hundred-thousand-year soul beast was considered a stroke of immense fortune, let alone touching the divine realm; regarding a hundred-thousand-year soul ring as the pinnacle of power was simply a limitation of their horizons.

But he and his sister hailed from the Angel Clan, and their ancestor was a genuine deity.

Even looking across the entire Douluo God Realm, aside from the Five Great God Kings, the Angel God—a Tier 1 God—stood at the very apex of the divine world.

Say what you will, but you really shouldn't say that.

Have you not seen—even the four soul skills produced by the million-year soul ring of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm were not qualified to be called God Skills.

Even with his own configuration of three black and six red soul rings, he would not dare to call them God Skills.

How could Dugu Bo, with a mere black ten-thousand-year soul skill, be worthy of using the word "God"?

It was an absolute farce.

It was naked blasphemy against the divine!

Qian Wuyou remained calm, not even shifting his feet, yet a brilliant, sacred, and unquestionable golden soul power erupted from his body.

-Hum-hum-hum-

Black, black, black.

Red, red, red.

Red, red, red.

Three black and six red—a full nine soul rings rose slowly from beneath Qian Wuyou's feet, their radiance dazzling and piercing the clouds, illuminating the toxic mist covering the entire Sunset Mountain Range.

The aura emitted by just the first three black soul rings was enough to crush Dugu Bo's ninth soul skill.

The six red hundred-thousand-year soul rings above them bore mysterious patterns, the mark of soul rings exceeding the hundred-thousand-year limit.

The aura radiating from those six beast-level soul rings alone instantly dispersed Dugu Bo's laughable ninth soul skill—the Green Phosphorus Divine Light.

"A soul ring configuration of three black and six red???"

"A level 96 peak Titled Douluo???"

"This... how is this possible???"

Dugu Bo was struck as if by lightning.

His blood froze instantly, the ferocity and violence on his face replaced entirely by extreme shock.

Dugu Bo widened his green eyes, staring fixedly at the nine soul rings emitting a terrifying aura around Qian Wuyou.

Good heavens, truly good heavens.

A soul ring configuration of three black and six red...

Could such a shocking configuration really be achieved by a human?

The brat before him was clearly only in his twenties, yet he was a Titled Douluo, and a level 96 peak Titled Douluo at that.

Is this even human?

Family, may I ask, under these circumstances, does he, Dugu Bo, still have a chance to survive?

Waiting online, it's quite urgent!

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"Dugu Bo, weren't you very arrogant just a moment ago?"

"Why have you gone silent after seeing my brother's soul ring configuration?"

Qian Wulu stood with her hands on her hips, her chin slightly raised, her tone full of mockery.

Her lively eyes flashed with cunning, showing no mercy to Dugu Bo whatsoever.

"Hmm???"

"Dugu Bo, answer me!"

"Look in my eyes!"

"Why baby why!"

Under Dugu Bo's horrified gaze, Qian Wuyou's golden eyes reflected a sky full of golden light.

Immediately after, the three black and six red soul rings beneath his feet erupted with brilliant radiance!

--Hum--!!!

A brilliant golden light tore through the lingering poisonous mist as a Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul, condensed from sacred soul power, slowly unfolded behind him.

The Angel Martial Soul held a golden Angel Holy Sword, each feather covered in gilded divine patterns; as the twelve wings fluttered gently, a multitude of golden feathers drifted slowly downward.

Wherever those golden feathers passed, the poisonous mist was completely purified.

Before long, the entire Jade Phosphor Poison Barrier at the entrance of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well had been melted away, clean and thorough, by the purifying power of the Angel Martial Soul.

"An... Angel Martial Soul..."

"Are you people from Martial Soul Hall?"

As a veteran of the soul master world, Dugu Bo recognized this legendary Angel Martial Soul at a single glance.

That magnificent, sacred power, that radiant divine form with twelve wings, and that Angel Holy Sword capable of judging all evil in the world—it was impossible for this to be a fake!

In the entire Douluo Continent, only the Angel lineage of the Qian family in Martial Soul Hall possessed this supreme Angel Martial Soul.

"Heh!"

"You have some insight, but not enough!"

Qian Wuyou chuckled softly.

The soul power pressure of a level 96 peak Douluo descended directly upon Dugu Bo.

"Ugh..."

Dugu Bo's legs went weak, and with a heavy thud, he collapsed to his knees, his entire body trembling violently, his face as pale as paper, lacking even the strength to lift his head.

"Damn it..."

Dugu Bo, a level 91 Titled Douluo, did not even have the qualifications to lift his head in the presence of Qian Wuyou, a level 96 peak Douluo.

"You Martial Soul Hall bullies go too far; this old man will fight you to the death, you brat..."

Knowing that things would not end well today, a flash of resolve crossed Dugu Bo's eyes.

Since he was going to die either way, rather than kneeling and begging for mercy only to be killed at the opponent's whim, he might as well give everything to fight for a sliver of survival.

Glancing at Qian Wulu behind Qian Wuyou, a ruthless and desperate glint suddenly flickered in Dugu Bo's eyes.

Even if he died, he would drag someone the opponent cared about down with him!

"You brat, you forced my hand!"

"Even if I die, I'll drag your sister to the grave with me!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain of his soul power running wild and his meridians snapping, Dugu Bo bypassed Qian Wuyou entirely.

His figure lunged like a phantom toward Qian Wulu behind Qian Wuyou!

Dugu Bo knew very well—

In a head-on fight, he could never be a match for Qian Wuyou.

The only chance to save his life was to seize this young girl as a hostage!

"Heh!"

"Truly courting death!"

A mocking smile curled the corners of Qian Wuyou's mouth.

He wanted to capture Qian Wulu as a hostage right in front of him?

Did this old poison master, Dugu Bo, really think he, Qian Wuyou, didn't exist?

Daring to touch his own sister was touching his reverse scale; this Dugu Bo had truly paved his own path to death!

"One-hundred-thousand-year sixth soul skill: Angel Domination!"

As Qian Wuyou's voice fell, his sixth soul ring erupted with blinding golden light, a magnificent sacred power sweeping in all directions, the air filled with an irresistible aura of judgment.

Immediately after, it was as if someone had pressed a pause button on Dugu Bo; his entire body froze in mid-air, his lunging posture locked tight, his limbs stiff, his pupils constricted, unable to move even a single finger.

The next moment, an even more horrifying scene unfolded!

Under the absolute control of Angel Domination, the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul behind Dugu Bo defied its master's will, suddenly opening its massive, blood-stained maw to swallow Dugu Bo whole.