However.
Lin Qiu didn't move.
He didn't even summon his Martial Soul.
Just as the holy sword was about to strike him, he simply raised two fingers.
Clang!
A crisp ring of metal against metal.
Qian Renxue's pupils contracted.
Her Angel Holy Sword, powerful enough to slice through metal and jade, had been casually caught between Lin Qiu's two fingers!
It didn't budge an inch.
No matter how she urged her Soul Power, the holy sword seemed rooted in place, unable to advance even a fraction.
"How... is this possible?"
A storm raged through Qian Renxue's heart.
She was a Soul Emperor!
And a Soul Emperor with the top-tier Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!
Her opponent hadn't even summoned his Martial Soul. He'd caught her attack with nothing but the strength of his body?
"Too slow."
Lin Qiu shook his head and tightened his fingers slightly.
Crack!
The Angel Holy Sword, condensed from Soul Power, shattered outright, dissolving into specks of golden light.
Then a terrifying aura, powerful enough to make one despair, rose from Lin Qiu.
Boom!
The entire hall shook violently.
Eight Soul Rings hovered silently around Lin Qiu.
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red!
Eight Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings!
Their dazzling crimson light instantly eclipsed the golden holy radiance around Qian Renxue.
Destruction, savagery, vastness.
Before this aura, the Angel Domain she was so proud of was like a candle in a storm. It went out in an instant.
Thud!
Under the overwhelming pressure of his rank, Qian Renxue's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor.
She stared up at the young man before her, who seemed like a god or demon, her mind completely blank.
"E-Eighty ranks?"
"All Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?"
"Are you a monster...?"
All her pride, all her