Tang Ya's Twisted Thoughts, Actually Wanting to Roll on the Sheets

But she soon thought, But ten thousand years have already passed... and the Six-Winged Angel martial soul is so powerful; just look at how he could handle a soul beast that we couldn't even touch together while he's only a Soul Grand Master... If he joined the Tang Sect, or... or if I were with him...

Tang Ya's thoughts drifted further and further away, her cheeks flushing red as she began to imagine some shameful scenes: If... if I had a child with him, the child's martial soul would surely be very strong, right? Maybe they could inherit both the Six-Winged Angel and the Blue Silver Grass... If that happened, they would definitely be able to lead the Tang Sect back to its former glory...

No, no! Tang Ya, wake up! She slapped her cheeks hard, trying to shake off those chaotic thoughts, but her gaze remained involuntarily glued to Su Chen, unable to look away.

At this moment, Su Chen paid no mind to Tang Ya's complex thoughts. His focus was entirely on the Red-Winged Dragon.

The Red-Winged Dragon's claws had been severed at the roots, and dark red blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the scorched earth with a sizzling, corrosive sound.

The excruciating pain drove this five-thousand-year-old sub-dragon species into a complete frenzy. Its crimson eyes held nothing but brutality and killing intent, and ignoring the agony from its stumps, it suddenly opened its blood-stained maw.

"ROAR--!!!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the Red-Winged Dragon began to frantically condense crimson flame energy in its mouth. The flames started as mere sparks, but in the blink of an eye, they gathered into a scorching fireball, twisting and warping the surrounding air. The fireball grew brighter and more solid, and the intense heat it radiated made Bei Bei and Tang Ya, standing dozens of meters away, feel a stinging sensation on their skin.

"This is... the Red-Winged Dragon's dragon breath!" Bei Bei's expression changed drastically, and he shouted urgently, "Brother, watch out!"

Tang Ya also clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms. Her soul power was nearly exhausted, and she was unable to step forward to help, forced to watch helplessly.

However, facing this terrifying strike, Su Chen's expression remained as calm as ever. He hovered in mid-air, his six snow-white wings flapping slowly, his long golden hair fluttering in the heatwave, and not a trace of panic in those deep, profound eyes.

"It is time to end this," Su Chen whispered to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Six-Winged Angel wings behind him gave a sudden jolt! All six wings erupted with an even more brilliant golden light, and the sacred patterns on every feather seemed to come alive, flowing with liquid-like golden halos.

Immediately after, Su Chen gripped the Angel Holy Sword with both hands. The golden flames burning on the blade surged violently, illuminating him as if a god of war had descended upon the world.

"HUM--"

An invisible force field expanded from Su Chen as the center, instantly enveloping a radius of fifty meters!

Within the domain, the scene changed drastically.

The air seemed to be filled with a faint golden mist, and flickering Angel totem patterns emerged on the ground. Most uniquely, within this area, all light seemed to be drawn by some power toward Su Chen, making his figure appear increasingly sacred and dazzling.

This was the full deployment of the Angel Domain!

Inside the domain, light flared around Su Chen, his sacred aura surging several times over, his presence as heavy as a mountain and as scorching as the sun. He hovered in the center of the domain, wings spread, golden hair flying, holding the holy sword wreathed in golden flames, looking like a true angel descended to the mortal realm.

In contrast, the Red-Winged Dragon let out a painful and terrified shriek.

It clearly felt that the little soul power it had left in its body was being frantically dissolved by an invisible force! That power was warm and sacred, yet carried a lethal purifying effect; wherever it passed, the fire-attribute soul power within its body melted away like ice and snow.

Not only that, but the dark red scales on its body began to emit a "hissing" sound, as if doused in boiling holy water, sending up wisps of blue smoke. The speed at which the scorching dragon breath condensed in its mouth slowed significantly, and even maintaining flight became difficult.

"This... this is a domain?!" Bei Bei gasped, his face filled with disbelief.

As a descendant of Sea God Pavilion Master Mu En, Bei Bei was young but well-versed in the various secrets of the soul master world. He knew clearly what the ability of a "domain" meant—it was a top-tier talent that could only be awakened after a soul master reached an extremely high realm! Even among Title Douluo-level powerhouses, very few possessed domains!

Yet, this youth who looked no more than twelve or thirteen... already possessed a domain?

Tang Ya was equally shocked. Although she lacked Bei Bei's extensive knowledge, she had learned of "domains" from the surviving ancient texts of the Tang Sect. The Tang Sect ancestor from ten thousand years ago, Tang San, possessed the famous Blue Silver Domain and Slaughter God's Domain, which were among the key supports that allowed him to achieve the dual godhood of the Sea God and Asura.

"A domain... he actually..." Tang Ya muttered to herself, her gaze toward the golden figure in mid-air a mix of worship and shock, laced with a hint of infatuation she hadn't even noticed herself.

What alarmed the two of them even more was that they were also within this domain!

Bei Bei could clearly feel that the soul power he had already mostly exhausted was being dissolved at a slow but steady rate. Although the speed was far less terrifying than what the Red-Winged Dragon faced, if it continued for long, it would likely be completely drained.

Tang Ya's situation was worse. She had only recently broken through to become a Soul Elder, and her soul power was unstable; now, under the suppression of the Angel Domain, she felt weak all over, barely able to stand.

What a terrifying domain... Bei Bei thought in horror. Not only does it have strong suppression and dissolving effects on enemies, but it also affects everyone within the domain... What is this little brother's background?

In mid-air, Su Chen did not give the Red-Winged Dragon any chance to catch its breath.

The first soul ring beneath his feet—a purple ring—suddenly lit up, shining brilliantly!

"First Soul Skill! Holy Light Slash!"

Su Chen's voice was calm and ripple-free, but the Angel Holy Sword in his hand erupted with an even more brilliant golden light than before. He chose no complex maneuvers, simply swinging his long sword forward.

A semi-circular golden blade of light, more solid and larger than the previous one, flew from the sword. This blade was five meters long, its edges flowing with tangible golden flames, and wherever it passed, the air emitted a "hissing" sound of purification.

At this moment, the dragon breath in the Red-Winged Dragon's mouth finally condensed to its limit!

"ROAR--!!!"

The Red-Winged Dragon let out a final roar, violently spitting out the crimson fireball, which was over a meter in diameter. The moment the fireball left its mouth, the temperature within dozens of meters plummeted, and the grass and trees on the ground instantly withered and charred.

The crimson fireball and the golden light blade collided violently in mid-air!

"BOOM--!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out, and the golden and crimson lights frantically intertwined and annihilated each other, forming a visible energy shockwave that spread in all directions. Wherever the shockwave passed, trees were uprooted and deep trenches were plowed into the ground.

Bei Bei's expression changed, and he hurriedly blocked in front of Tang Ya, his right arm's dragonization deepening as blue thunder power formed a shield in front of him.

"BANG!"

The shockwave slammed into the thunder shield, and Bei Bei groaned, retreating three steps before barely stabilizing his figure, the surface of the shield already covered in cracks.