Twelve-Winged Holy Angel!

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her hands gripping the edge of the bathtub so tightly that her knuckles turned from white to blue, then red.

"No, what is this little bit of pain?"

"Endure it."

"I must be able to hold on!"

"I absolutely cannot waste this precious opportunity!"

Everything that had happened in the years since her soul power vanished flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

From a proud daughter of heaven surrounded by stars, to being gradually encircled by countless gazes of doubt, even the last shred of kinship she possessed had eventually turned into cold indifference.

She did not want to experience it a second time.

She had to become strong.

Strong enough that no one could ever take away what belonged to her again.

The cold shoulders and neglect she had suffered over these years had made her see one fact clearly.

Power and status were merely passing clouds.

Only one's own strength was the foundation for standing in this world.

Qian Renxue trembled all over, sweat pouring down like rain.

Behind her, three pairs of wings slowly unfurled.

The phantom of the Six-Winged Angel emerged from her body, then enveloped her entirely.

Compared to a few years ago, the appearance of this Six-Winged Angel spirit had not changed at all, but its spiritual radiance was clearly a notch weaker.

However, at this moment, as the spiritual liquid within the bathtub continuously surged into her, that radiance was recovering bit by bit, growing brighter and more dazzling.

At the same time, around the bathroom and outside the room, countless light-attribute elements gathered like fireflies, dotting the air and merging into the body of the Angel spirit.

Behind the Six-Winged Angel, two orbs of light slowly began to grow.

It was as if something was gestating.

But just then—

Qian Renxue could no longer hold on!

The blue-gold spiritual liquid in the bathtub had become thin and nearly transparent; the medicinal potency was about to be exhausted!

She also sensed the situation at this moment.

The feeling of being just one step away, yet unable to cross it, left her both unwilling and desperate.

But her body no longer obeyed her commands.

A boom echoed in her mind, as if something had collapsed and shattered...

Her vision went black, and she fainted directly, her body slumping limply against the edge of the bathtub.

"Sigh, this girl, really..."

A helpless sigh rang out, and Ling Xiao appeared in the bathroom.

He shook his head at the unconscious Qian Renxue.

"If you hadn't been so hesitant and wasted so much medicinal power for nothing, you might have succeeded in one go!"

He then reached out to steady Qian Renxue, who was slumped over the edge of the tub.

It had to be said.

The name Xue, it was truly well-chosen...

With just such a simple movement, the white radiance nearly dazzled Ling Xiao's eyes.

Ling Xiao hurriedly recited the Diamond Sutra and the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in his heart... only then did he steady his mind!

He then sat cross-legged behind her, pressing his hands against her smooth back.

A surge of extremely pure energy instantly poured into Qian Renxue's body, beginning to soothe the trauma caused by the failed spirit breakthrough.

Following that, his formidable soul power spread out like an invisible net.

He captured and gathered those strands of energy that were about to dissipate, pouring them without reservation into that Six-Winged Angel spirit.

In an instant.

The divine light of the Angel Martial Soul erupted in a brilliant display!

The pristine radiance ignored all obstacles, piercing through the bathroom, the walls, and the roof, shooting straight into the sky.

Like a small sun suddenly rising, it illuminated the entirety of Martial Soul City!

"Heavens! What is happening?"

"Is this... the Angel God manifesting?"

"This power... my old hidden injuries, they've healed!"

Within Martial Soul City, every soul master saw upon Martial Soul Mountain

an image of the Angel God formed from countless light elements, towering as high as the Pope Palace, its entire body flowing with light and radiating ten thousand rays of holy brilliance.

Countless people bathed in that sacred and warm power, their deep-seated illnesses and old wounds quietly healing, and even their souls felt as if they had been cleansed, leaving them feeling lighter and more agile.

The elders of Martial Soul Hall were also startled by such earth-shattering commotion and rushed out of their halls.

They stared, dumbfounded, at the statue of the Angel God.

What they felt was far more profound and clear than what the ordinary soul masters perceived.

That faint sense of suppression emanating from the depths of their souls made their own Martial Souls tremble.

They could not help but want to kneel and prostrate themselves in worship.

It was a suppression of rank originating from the very depths of the soul!

"Is it the Great Elder... performing a soul skill?"

Ghost Leopard Douluo's voice trembled slightly; the only person he could think of capable of such a display was Qian Daoliu, who also possessed an Angel Martial Soul.

"No, that is not the direction of the Worship Hall!"

Spirit Kite Douluo's cherry lips were wide enough to fit a goose egg, and her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.

"And that is not a Six-Winged Angel... it is twelve-winged!"

"A Twelve-Winged Angel!"

She doubted her own eyes and counted again, very carefully.

It was correct; there were indeed twelve wings.

But how could this be?

The ancient texts had never recorded the existence of a Twelve-Winged Angel; even the Angel God herself only possessed three pairs of wings.

What on earth was going on?

Inside the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the other elders felt this astonishing commotion the moment it began.

The statue of the Angel God within the Worship Hall also emitted a faint golden glow, resonating subtly with the twelve-winged phantom atop Martial Soul Mountain.

"What is happening? Could it be the descent of the Angel God? Or perhaps some divine oracle has been revealed?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's first thought was also that the Angel God had manifested.

After all, with such a massive disturbance, aside from Qian Daoliu—who was a Limit Douluo and shared the same Angel Martial Soul—

there was no second person in the entire Martial Soul Hall capable of this.

As for the Qian family, they didn't even have a Titled Douluo among the younger generation, so it was impossible!

"No, it shouldn't be the Angel God..."

Qian Daoliu's voice carried a trace of rare trembling.

"It is a Martial Soul!"

"I can feel the resonance coming from the Angel Martial Soul."

He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling a palpitation within his own Angel Martial Soul that he had never experienced before.

"An Angel Martial Soul?"

"Then what exactly is going on?"

These words left the other elders even more confused.

Qian Daoliu looked into the distance; he vaguely sensed that the disturbance seemed to be coming from the area between the Pope Palace and the Martial Soul Academy.

And that location was precisely the area where his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, resided.

A bold guess began to form in his heart.

"A Twelve-Winged Angel."

"An anomaly that has never appeared in any records..."

"Xiao Xue?"

"Is that you, Xiao Xue?"

He was uncertain.

Yet, just thinking of this possibility made his entire body tense up with excitement, his nerves frayed to the absolute limit.

Without bothering to greet the other titled elders, he charged headlong in that direction.

At this very moment.

Among all those present, the one who first confirmed the source of this anomaly was not the elders, nor was it Qian Daoliu, it was Bibi Dong!

Right now, she was standing in a corridor not far from Qian Renxue's residence.

In her hand, she carried an exquisite gift box, containing the very purple dress she had carefully selected that afternoon.

She had originally thought, that since Qian Renxue had suffered a setback with Qian Daoliu today, she must be in a terrible mood.

So, she had composed herself, and, driven by some inexplicable impulse, walked over, intending to deliver the garment into her hands.

Then, she felt that aura—

an aura so powerful that it made her entire being, her Martial Soul, and even her very soul feel an incomparable sense of loathing, and even trembling, suddenly rise, before manifesting into that Twelve-Winged Angel phantom.

The smile that had been on her face instantly twisted into one of malice and resentment.

"A mongrel is a mongrel; they are never worth pitying!"

A deep purple soul power, wreathed in a gloomy, destructive aura, suddenly erupted from her body.

The exquisite gift box in her hand did not even last a single breath; under the impact of her soul power, it instantly turned into dust.

She glared viciously at the pavilion ahead, suppressing the urge to raze it to ruins with a single palm strike, then turned and left toward the Pope Palace without looking back!

Less than an instant after she departed.

The Twelve-Winged Angel light-shadow above Martial Soul Mountain suddenly transformed into a golden beam, retracting into the pavilion behind it.

The anomaly that had shrouded the entire city dissipated in a flash.

And that beam of light, like a lamp suddenly lit in the dark of night, pointed the way for Qian Daoliu and the others.

"Xiao Xue!"

"That's right, that is the residence where Xiao Xue stays!"

Qian Daoliu could no longer concern himself with anything else; his figure dove down like a meteor, with the several titled elders following closely behind.