The Ill-Fated Dai Yuhao

After Yu Xiaogang and Dai Hao and the others laughed and departed.

Dai Yuhao was left alone on the spot, standing in the wind in a state of disarray.

Although the turn of events was not something he could have foreseen, fortunately, the outcome was not bad.

"Mom, Dad is finally coming home!"

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

Dai Yuhao no longer cared about the fish scattered on the ground and began to trot quickly in the direction of the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

Now he had to hurry home and tell his mother this good news...

Above Star Luo City...

A thousand meters high in the sky, golden light permeated the air, and countless pure white feathers drifted slowly downward.

A white-haired man in black robes with deep-set eyes stared at the Six-Winged Angel above, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Not a Holy Angel... but a Six-Winged Angel! Who exactly are you?!"

A brilliant, sacred golden light erupted from Qian Renxue's body, and the six wings behind her slowly unfurled as she looked down at the white-haired man below.

"The warm-up is over. Now, Fallen One, please go die!"

As her voice fell, eight soul rings—six black and two red—appeared beneath her.

"Angel Domain."

Caught within the domain, the white-haired man's expression changed. "Damn that Old Third! You never said there was a Six-Winged Angel in Star Luo City!"

As he spoke, nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—appeared beneath him, and he exerted all his strength to fly immediately toward the northwest.

With a flash of dark green light, the white-haired man instantly shot hundreds of meters away.

Qian Renxue pursued him swiftly. She would never let a Fallen One go; it was an insult to her martial soul.

Watching the golden speck behind him drawing closer, the white-haired man suddenly recalled the records regarding the Six-Winged Angel.

Legend had it that the Six-Winged Angel was a god-level martial soul, possessing three ultimate attributes without the flaw of slow cultivation typical of ultimate martial souls.

Its Innate Soul Power exceeded level twenty, and ten thousand years ago, it was known as invincible in the sky.

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

Since that was the case...

Then he had no choice but to fight!

Thinking of this, the white-haired man gathered black mist in his right hand, and a pitch-black longsword appeared, the blade radiating an evil, ink-green light.

This was his martial soul, named the Nether Sword, and his title was also Nether.

Nether Douluo held the Nether Sword upright, his eyes turning ruthless as his sixth black soul ring lit up.

Sixth Soul Skill, Nether Clone.

Three dark green clones separated from his body and rushed toward Qian Renxue from three different directions.

As for Nether Douluo himself, he held the Nether Sword and began to charge his ninth soul skill on the spot.

Seeing that this Fallen One not only failed to flee but dared to attack her, Qian Renxue's eyes turned cold.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Holy Sword."

Holy fire slowly condensed into a long golden sword. She gripped the hilt and swung it, sending golden sword qi sweeping toward the three clones.

Those three clones were instantly slashed into pieces by the strike, then dissipated into dark green mist.

"No good... my attributes are completely countered!"

Nether Douluo had no time to marvel, for the golden figure was already drawing closer. "Ninth Soul Skill, Nether Heaven Slash."

"Too late..."

Qian Renxue was now less than a hundred meters from Nether Douluo. Her sixth soul ring flashed instantly: "Sixth Soul Skill, Angel Roar."

A calm golden light swept outward with her body as the center.

Nether Douluo's ninth soul skill was instantly interrupted, and an immensely powerful mental force surged directly into his sea of consciousness.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices as he felt as if thousands of thin needles were piercing his brain simultaneously; his sea of consciousness seemed on the verge of shattering.

A mere eight-ringed Soul Douluo, how could I be left without the power to fight back... This was Nether Douluo's final thought.

His consciousness gradually blurred, a buzzing sound filled his ears, dark red blood spilled from his mouth, and his entire body began to plummet toward the ground.

Qian Renxue looked at the dying Nether Douluo, but she did not continue her pursuit.

This Fallen One's sea of consciousness was already shattered, and falling from a thousand meters in the air, he was undoubtedly dead.

Unless a god intervened, she could not imagine any way for this Fallen One to survive.

The only god on the Douluo Continent seemed to be the God of Fire, Feng Yan, and the God of Fire would never save a Fallen One...

There was not a ripple in Qian Renxue's heart. The reason she had come to Star Luo City was that she had heard rumors of ghosts haunting the area recently.

But as someone who had once been the Angel God herself, how could she not know whether or not ghosts existed in this world?

Therefore, in the eyes of Qian Renxue, this was most likely another naturally evil Fallen One playing tricks.

Eliminating Fallen Ones was the innate destiny of the Angel clan.

And so, the moment she arrived in Star Luo City, she encountered this sneaky Fallen One at the Title Douluo level.

Furthermore, Qian Renxue had lost count of how many Fallen Ones she had encountered along this journey.

They were impossible to kill off completely!

It even seemed as though they had vaguely formed an organization.

Upon seeing her, a Six-Winged Angel, they didn't flee; instead, chanting "May the Holy Emperor live for ten thousand years, may the Holy Maiden's celestial beauty last forever," they charged straight at her...

Qian Renxue did not know exactly who the Holy Emperor was, but she figured that person was likely a beastly thing, just like the Sea God Tang San...

It was just a pity... if not for her shattered godhood, leaving her with only a divine soul and a cultivation base forever capped at level 89...

Otherwise, based on the number of Fallen Ones she had killed, she would have long since become a Title Douluo.

"Huff... huff..."

Outside Star Luo City, a panting Dai Yuhao sat resting beside a large tree.

"Thirty more miles, and I'll be home..."

His injuries were almost entirely healed, including the blisters on his feet, which had recovered thanks to the treatment from that five-ringed Soul King.

Suddenly...

A rustling sound came from above Dai Yuhao.

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

With this thought, Dai Yuhao asked in a low voice, "Senior River God, is that you?"

The surroundings and the tree remained silent; there was no response.

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

At the same time.

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

Feng Yan, who was in seclusion, suddenly felt something and slowly opened his eyes.

"Someone is mentioning me in their thoughts. Who is it?"

Xiao Wu? Rongrong? Or perhaps Zhu Zhuqing? It couldn't be the Goddess of Life, could it?

But it didn't feel like it was coming from the God Realm...

Carrying his doubts, Feng Yan expanded his divine sense and, relying on his intuition, finally locked onto a location outside Star Luo City.

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

That made sense.

Qian Renxue went without saying... and since Dai Yuhao was a Child of Destiny, it was normal for him to be a bit special...

"However, the current situation is becoming more and more interesting."

Dai Yuhao looked at the white-haired man sitting motionless on the tree branch, blood leaking from his seven orifices, and his throat couldn't help but bob.

Why was there a corpse here?

Who killed him?

His body trembling, he decided after careful consideration to climb up and take a look.

What if he could still be saved?

His mother once said that he should be a child who is happy to help others.

Dai Yuhao had long since taken these words to heart, so he would not leave the man to his fate...