Gu Sheng VS Qian Renxue!

Gu Sheng looked at her tear-streaked face and offered a confident smile.

He reached out to wipe the teardrops from the corners of the girl's eyes.

"Then let's make a bet."

"I'll spar with you. If I win, you have to let me come along."

Martial Soul City.

The magnificent Martial Arts Arena was situated behind the Pope's Palace. The expansive stage was paved with hard obsidian, sturdy enough to withstand the full-force combat of high-level Soul Masters.

At this moment, several figures stood silently within the thick clouds hundreds of meters above the arena.

The leader was none other than the Great Elder, Qian Daoliu.

His golden robes snapped in the high-altitude winds. With his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze pierced through the clouds to look directly down at the scene below.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and several other elder elders stood beside Qian Daoliu, their gazes also locked onto the two figures in the center of the arena.

In the shadows further away, the figure of Bibi Dong remained hidden.

Holding the scepter that symbolized her power, her graceful form blended into the void. She simply observed the movements below in silence, not making a sound.

The peak powerhouses of Martial Soul Hall had all been drawn here by this lopsided wager.

"Great Elder, do you really think that boy can win?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo crossed his arms over his chest, looking down as he asked the question.

Watching the upright youth on the arena, Golden Crocodile could not help but shake his head repeatedly, expressing his opinion directly.

"The Young Mistress is already a level 72 Soul Saint; her strength is unfathomable."

"Gu Sheng, at most, has only had his Martial Soul awakened for a few days. Even if we push it, he's just a level 20 Soul Grand Master."

"Even if he possesses rare dual ten-thousand-year soul rings, this gap of over fifty levels in Soul Power is like a natural chasm—it's simply impossible to cross!"

Another elder elder heard these words and nodded in agreement.

"Second Brother is right; the chasm in levels is plain to see."

The elder reached out to stroke his white beard, his tone filled with certainty.

"With the Saintess's current cultivation, I fear she only needs to flick a finger and release a bit of her Soul Saint pressure for that boy to be defeated on the spot."

"There is no suspense in this match."

The elders discussed the disparity in strength back and forth, unanimously agreeing that Gu Sheng had no chance of winning.

Listening to the chatter around him, Qian Daoliu slowly shook his head.

"You do not understand."

His aged yet resonant voice echoed through the clouds, instantly silencing those around him.

Qian Daoliu raised his hand, pointing his finger at Gu Sheng, who stood calmly on the arena below.

"You only see the superficial gap in Soul Power levels, yet you ignore the essence of the Martial Soul itself."

"His Martial Soul even surpasses the Angelic Deity our clan worships; it is an existence far beyond your comprehension."

Qian Daoliu spoke each word with weight, his expression solemn.

"Think carefully: how could such a monstrous Martial Soul with such a high standing produce ordinary soul skills?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the elders were struck with a sudden shock.

They were all old monsters who had cultivated for a lifetime; naturally, they understood the terrifying boost that Martial Soul quality provided to a Soul Master's combat power.

Recalling the terrifying phenomenon from a few days ago in the main hall—where the crystal ball was shattered and a ten-thousand-year soul ring was forcibly condensed—the elders looked at one another.

The way they looked at Gu Sheng began to change.

The initial contempt and certainty slowly dissipated.

In their place, a glimmer of deep expectation emerged.

Perhaps, just perhaps, this boy could really bring them a surprise today?

On the arena.

The wild wind whipped up dust from the ground, and the atmosphere felt particularly grim.

Gu Sheng and Qian Renxue stood facing each other, separated by a distance of no more than ten zhang.

Today, Qian Renxue had shed her complex, ornate gown in favor of a sleek, golden combat outfit.

Her long, shapely legs and slender waist were perfectly outlined, and her beautiful face held a hint of hesitation and heartache.

She looked at the youth ten zhang away and took a deep breath.

"It's not too late to concede now."

Qian Renxue spoke to dissuade him, her voice carried by the wind to the other side of the stage.

"Heaven Dou City is too dangerous. I will never let you put yourself in harm's way. Are you ready?"

Although she was asking with her words, Qian Renxue had already made up her mind.

She knew Gu Sheng's temper too well; he would never compromise easily.

Since that was the case, she would have to let her strength do the talking.

Once she made her move, she had to subdue him instantly with the force of a thunderbolt!

She must not harm him in the slightest, but she had to use overwhelming power to make him understand the gap in their strength.

Only in this way could she make him retreat in the face of difficulty and obediently remain in the absolutely safe Martial Soul City.

Gu Sheng watched the girl before him quietly.

Feeling the concern hidden within her words, he smiled slightly, his expression surprisingly calm.

"Come."

These two simple words carried an unshakable tenacity.

Hearing this response, Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed, and she hesitated no longer.

"Angel, possess!"

A crisp, melodious shout suddenly exploded over the Martial Arts Arena.

Brilliant, dazzling golden flames erupted from within Qian Renxue's body like a volcanic eruption.

That golden light was filled with an aura of divinity and majesty, instantly heating the surrounding air and causing it to ripple with distortion.

Qian Renxue's long golden hair danced wildly in the flames, moving without a breeze.

Accompanied by a clear, resonant holy sound.

The phantom of a beautiful and divine Six-Winged Angel martial soul slowly unfolded behind her.

Three pairs of flawless white wings stretched outward, blotting out the sky and scattering holy golden feathers across the air.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Seven soul rings, all of the optimal configuration, rose slowly from beneath her feet, pulsing rhythmically.

The formidable pressure belonging to a level 72 Soul Saint swept outward like a tsunami.

The sense of oppression was immense.

Qian Renxue's wings gave a fierce beat, and she transformed into a streak of golden light.

She struck first!

Her speed was pushed to the extreme, leaving behind a lifelike afterimage where she had stood.

In the span of a single breath, she had crossed a distance of thirty meters, closing in directly before Gu Sheng.

Qian Renxue raised her slender palm, her palm glowing with blinding golden soul power.

The offensive appeared peerlessly fierce, like a violent storm, but the trajectory of her strike was calculated, precisely avoiding all of Gu Sheng's vital points.

Her goal was clear.

She intended to use the absolute gap in their levels and aura to forcibly suppress Gu Sheng and decide the outcome in a single move.

Facing the overwhelming golden palm shadows descending upon him, Gu Sheng's eyes showed no panic.

He did not choose to meet force with force.

At that critical moment, Gu Sheng focused his mind and immediately activated the two ink-black ten-thousand-year soul rings beneath his feet.

The first soul ring suddenly lit up, emitting a dark, gloomy light.

Ten-thousand-year soul skill, Void!