It's Over!

Just as Ye Guyi descended—

"Crack—!!!"

A sound like shattering glass exploded clearly within the depths of everyone's soul.

The black-robed figure's domain collapsed without a fight.

The power of laws that distorted space melted away in an instant before the pressure of the Holy Angel, like residual snow under a scorching sun.

The black-robed figure's body stiffened, and the eerie green light beneath his hood trembled violently.

He felt it.

It was an instinctive reaction carved into the depths of his soul, more direct than any fear.

Run.

Run immediately.

However.

Ye Guyi opened her eyes.

At first, her gaze held the bewilderment of one just waking, as if she had been in a deep slumber for far too long. But it lasted only an instant.

She sensed something.

Those eyes, clear as the sky, narrowed slightly. Her gaze swept past the ruins, past the broken rafters, and locked onto the black-robed figure in mid-air.

Evil Soul Master.

No explanation was needed.

Her martial soul, her bloodline, her soul—at this moment, they were all roaring, bellowing, and burning!

"Evil—Soul—Master—!"

The three words rang out like the tolling of a judgment bell.

The eight wings behind her snapped open!

Holy light erupted like a tsunami!

Angel Domain—expand!

A golden halo instantly spread out with her at the center, and wherever it passed, the lingering aura of decay upon the ruins was thoroughly purified.

The black-robed figure was struck by the golden light and let out a muffled groan of pain. His protective soul power hissed like paper splashed with sulfuric acid, dissolving rapidly!

"Damn it—!"

He no longer possessed a shred of composure, unleashing his Title Douluo-level soul power to its limit!

However.

It was useless.

The Holy Angel martial soul's suppression of all evil martial souls, Evil Soul Masters, and all dark forces ignored rank!

If you are strong, it is stronger.

If you fight for your life, it still firmly holds the upper hand.

This is the meaning of a nemesis.

Ye Guyi moved.

With a flap of her eight wings, her figure transformed into a streak of golden light, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant to appear before the black-robed figure!

There were no flashy soul skills, no complex moves.

She simply raised her hand, her five fingers curling into a void grip.

A longsword formed entirely of holy light took shape in her palm.

The blade was as pure as water, the hilt inlaid with a golden gemstone, and ancient angel runes flowed across the edge.

"In the name of the holy—"

She spoke softly, her voice clear and ethereal as music from the heavens, yet carrying the unquestionable authority of judgment:

"—Judgment."

The sword fell.

The black-robed figure struggled frantically, his soul power surging as countless dark soul skills poured forth!

But those dark powers, capable of corroding steel and eroding souls, were thoroughly purified, annihilated, and reduced to nothingness the moment they touched the layer of golden light surrounding Ye Guyi.

He was completely powerless to resist.

This scene, witnessed by the three people below, drew vastly different reactions.

Yuanen Yehui opened her mouth in astonishment, no longer knowing what to say.

That arrogant Title Douluo, who had pressed them until they could barely breathe, was actually as helpless as a child before that angel girl?

She turned her head to look at Luo Yang, her voice dry:

"Luo Yang... this, what on earth is this..."

"One of my martial soul's abilities." Luo Yang remained calm, his blood-red eyes fixed on the battle in the sky. "It's roughly the ability to summon the powerful who have passed away to serve me."

???

Yuanen Yehui's brain short-circuited for a full three seconds.

Powerful who have passed away?

Summoning?

This... this is just too heaven-defying, right?!

She suddenly felt that her understanding of "martial souls" had been completely overturned in this moment.

Beside her, Nanali's heart was beating faster than ever before.

She stared fixedly at the golden figure in the sky, at the Title Douluo colleague who was being suppressed and beaten without any power to fight back, and only one thought spun wildly in her mind:

Thank goodness I didn't make a move.

Thank goodness I didn't expose myself.

Thank goodness my acting was good.

This Luo Yang... this kid who looked harmless to humans and animals, and even made her feel he was "a bit cute," actually had such an outrageous trump card?!

Powerful who have passed away? Summoning them at will?

That black-robed man from just now was a genuine Title Douluo! In front of that angel girl, he was practically like a dead dog!

She suddenly had an extremely treasonous thought:

Otherwise... Sect Master, don't bother recruiting a Holy Son, just throw yourself at him and find a way to trick this kid into joining the Holy Spirit Cult!

With a person like this, it's better to have him as one of our own than as an enemy!

No, he must be one of our own!

Just as she was frantically complaining in her heart.

A shrill scream came from the sky.

The black-robed man could finally hold on no longer.

Ye Guyi's sword pierced through his chest.

But strangely, no blood gushed out.

At the wound, golden light was burning frantically, purifying every trace of darkness within his body. His body was beginning to disintegrate and dissipate from the inside out.

"The... the Sect Master will... avenge..."

The last word could not be uttered.

His body, along with that black cloak, turned into light spots filling the sky and completely dissipated.

Purification.

Not even his soul remained.

Ye Guyi withdrew her sword, and the light of the Angel Domain slowly receded.

She hovered in mid-air, her eight wings flapping slightly, her body still wreathed in a faint holy light.

Then—

She lowered her head.

Her gaze swept over the ruins, over Yuanen Yehui, and finally locked onto Nanali.

Nanali's entire body stiffened.

In that instant, she felt like prey being watched by a natural predator; every cell in her body was screaming "run!"

But she couldn't move, she couldn't move at all. That gaze was too pure, too sacred, as if it could see straight through all her disguises, all her concealments, and all her secrets.

Even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Nanali's mind went blank, with only one thought echoing wildly.

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over...

Just at this critical moment—

A warm hand suddenly rested on her shoulder.

Nanali shuddered violently and turned her head mechanically.

Luo Yang was looking at her with a smile.

Those eyes, which had been blood-red just a moment ago, had now returned to their normal black. That smile looked harmless to humans and animals, even a bit sunny.

But Nanali swore that she saw playfulness in those eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Luo Yang asked, his tone concerned.

Nanali's whole body was rigid, and she pulled her lips into an arc; that smile was uglier than crying:

"No, nothing... really nothing at all..."

Her voice was trembling.

Right now, she just wanted to travel back three days and give herself a sound thrashing for accepting that mission from Qiangu Zhangting.

Why did I take this mission?

Why did I come to provoke this monster?

Is it too late to run now?

But Ye Guyi's gaze remained fixed upon her.

That gaze was as calm as water, yet it felt like a judgment.

Luo Yang continued to watch her with a smile, his hand resting on her shoulder never once letting go.

Above the ruins, the atmosphere was bizarre to the extreme.

Yuanen Yehui looked at Luo Yang, then at Ye Guyi, and finally at Nanali, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, though she couldn't put her finger on it.

Ye Guyi finally spoke.

"She is an ev..."

"Picked her up on the road." Luo Yang interrupted, his smile unchanging. "She's quite pitiful, lost both her parents and has nowhere to go. So I brought her along."

"Oh?" Ye Guyi raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze still not shifting. "Picked her up?"

Nanali felt as if she were suffocating.

She swore that the Holy Angel girl's eyes were clearly saying:

I saw right through you, you little piece of trash.

Yet for some reason, she didn't make a move.

She merely gave her a deep, meaningful look before withdrawing her gaze.

Nanali nearly collapsed to the ground.

Escaped with her life...

Escaped with her life!

But before she could even catch her breath, Luo Yang's voice rang out again, still smiling:

"By the way, is your name really Lina?"

Nanali turned her head stiffly, meeting those "harmless" black eyes.

She suddenly realized a terrifying fact.

This guy had never believed her from the very beginning.

From start to finish, he had been watching her make a fool of herself.

And she had actually been smugly thinking that her acting skills were superb.

Well, now look at her.

Want to run? Blocked.

Want to pretend? Seen through.

Want to fight... there was still a Holy Angel hovering in the sky, eyeing her like a predator.