Dai Yuhao's Many Misfortunes

After Yu Xiaogang and Dai Hao left, laughing, all that remained was Dai Yuhao, standing alone in the wind, utterly bewildered.

Things hadn't gone the way he'd expected, but at least the outcome wasn't bad.

"Mom, Dad's finally come home!"

As he spoke, he carefully tucked the Gold Soul Coin into his pocket.

Dai Yuhao paid no more attention to the fish scattered on the ground and quickly jogged toward the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

He had to hurry home and tell his mother the good news...

Star Luo City, high above...

A thousand meters up, golden light filled the sky, and countless white feathers drifted slowly downward.

A white-haired man in black robes, his eyes sunken, stared up at the Six-Winged Angel, disbelief filling his eyes.

"That's not a Holy Angel... it's a Six-Winged Angel! Who are you?!"

Divine golden light blazed around Qian Renxue. The six wings behind her slowly unfurled as she looked down at the white-haired man.

"Our little skirmish is over. Now, you Fallen One, it's time for you to die!"

As soon as she spoke, six black and two red Soul Rings appeared beneath her.

"Angel Domain."

The white-haired man's face changed as he found himself inside the domain. "Damn that third brother! You never told me there was a Six-Winged Angel in Star Luo City!"

As he spoke, two yellow, two purple, and five black Soul Rings appeared beneath him. He gave it everything he had and immediately flew northwest.

A flash of dark green light, and the white-haired man shot hundreds of meters away.

Qian Renxue swiftly pursued him. She would never let a Fallen One escape; it was an insult to her Martial Soul.

As the golden speck behind him drew closer and closer, the white-haired man suddenly recalled what he had read about the Six-Winged Angel.

According to legend, the Six-Winged Angel was a god-level Martial Soul with three ultimate attributes, yet it lacked the slow cultivation drawback of Ultimate Martial Souls.

Its Innate Soul Power exceeded level twenty, and ten thousand years ago, it had even been hailed as invincible in the skies.

How could he possibly outrun a Six-Winged Angel in the air?

If that was the case...

Then he could only fight!

At the thought, black mist gathered in the white-haired man's right hand, and a pitch-black longsword appeared. A sinister, dark-green glow emanated from around its blade.

This was his Martial Soul, the Nether Sword. His title was Nether Douluo.

Nether Douluo raised the Nether Sword in his hand. His gaze hardened, and the sixth black Soul Ring beneath him lit up.

Sixth Soul Skill: Nether Clone.

Three dark-green clones split off from his body and charged at Qian Renxue from three different directions.

As for Nether Douluo himself, he gripped the Nether Sword and began charging up his ninth Soul Skill right where he stood.

Seeing that this Fallen One wasn't running and even dared to attack her, Qian Renxue's gaze turned cold.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Holy Sword."

Holy flames slowly gathered into a golden longsword. Gripping its hilt, she swung it, sending golden sword energy sweeping toward the three clones.

The clones were instantly cut into several pieces by the strike, then dispersed into dark-green mist.

"This is bad... My attributes are completely suppressed!"

Nether Douluo had no time to marvel. The golden figure was drawing ever closer. "Ninth Soul Skill, Nether Heaven Slash!"

"Too late..."

Qian Renxue was now less than a hundred meters from Nether Douluo. The sixth Soul Ring beneath her lit up in an instant. "Sixth Soul Skill, Angel Roar."

A gentle golden light swept outward in every direction, centered on her body.

Nether Douluo's ninth Soul Skill was instantly interrupted, and an immensely powerful mental force surged straight into his Sea of Consciousness.

Blood poured from his seven orifices. It felt as though ten thousand needles were piercing his mind all at once, and his Sea of Consciousness seemed on the verge of shattering.

"I'm only a measly Eight-Ring Soul Douluo. How could I be completely powerless to fight back..." That was Nether Douluo's final thought.

His consciousness gradually blurred. His ears rang, dark-red blood flowed from his mouth, and his body began to fall toward the ground.

Qian Renxue watched Nether Douluo, who was on the verge of death, but didn't pursue him any further.

The Fallen One's Sea of Consciousness had shattered, and he had fallen from a height of a thousand meters. He was bound to die.

Unless a god intervened, she couldn't imagine how this Fallen One could survive.

As far as she knew, there was only one god on the Douluo Continent: Feng Yan, God of Fire. The God of Fire would never save a Fallen One...

Qian Renxue felt not the slightest stir in her heart. She had come to Star Luo City because she'd heard that ghosts had been haunting the area lately.

But whether ghosts existed in this world—wouldn't she, who had once been the Angel God, know?

So, in Qian Renxue's view, it was most likely another naturally evil Fallen One causing trouble.

And wiping out Fallen Ones was the Angel Clan's inborn destiny.

Sure enough, as soon as she arrived in Star Luo City, she'd run into this sneaky Fallen One at the Titled Douluo level.

And Qian Renxue had encountered who knew how many Fallen Ones along the way.

There was no end to them!

They even seemed to have formed some sort of organization.

When they saw her, a Six-Winged Angel, they didn't run. Instead, shouting, "Long live the Holy Emperor! May the Holy Maiden's beauty remain forever!" they charged straight at her...

Qian Renxue didn't know who the Holy Emperor was, but she figured he was probably the same kind of beast as Sea God Tang San...

It was just a pity... If her divine position hadn't shattered, leaving her with only her divine soul, and her cultivation weren't destined to remain stuck at level 89 for the rest of her life...

Then, after killing so many Fallen Ones, Qian Renxue should have become a Titled Douluo by now.

"Haah... haah..."

Outside Star Luo City, Dai Yuhao crouched beside a large tree, panting for breath.

"Only fifteen kilometers to go, and I'll be home..."

The wounds on his body had nearly healed. Even the blisters on his feet had recovered, thanks to the Five-Ring Soul King's treatment.

Suddenly...

Another rustling sound came from above Dai Yuhao.

He immediately grew alert again. Why was there movement in the tree? Could it be that senior in red robes who called himself the River God?

At the thought, Dai Yuhao asked softly, "Senior River God, is that you?"

The surroundings and the tree remained quiet. There was no reply.

"Senior River God, don't tease me."

Meanwhile.

Deep within the Clear Sky Sect, in a secret chamber.

Feng Yan, who had been meditating in seclusion, suddenly sensed something. His eyes slowly opened.

"A god is thinking of me. Who is it?"

Xiao Wu? Rongrong? Or Zhu Zhuqing? Surely it couldn't be the Goddess of Life?

But it didn't feel like the Divine Realm...

Puzzled, Feng Yan released his divine sense. Following his intuition, he eventually locked onto a location outside Star Luo City.

"So that's what it is. It's the Crown Prince and Dai Zhongxian!"

That made sense.

There was no need to say anything about Qian Renxue... Dai Yuhao was the Child of Destiny, after all. It was only natural for him to be a little special...

"But the situation's getting more and more interesting."

Dai Yuhao looked at the white-haired man lying motionless on a tree branch, blood flowing from his seven orifices. His Adam's apple bobbed.

How had a corpse ended up here?

Who had killed him?

His body trembling, Dai Yuhao thought it over carefully, then decided to climb up and take a look.

What if he could still be saved?

His mother had once told him he should be a kindhearted child, always willing to help others.

Dai Yuhao had kept those words in his heart, so he couldn't just leave the man alone...