Qian Xunji's mind was consumed by thoughts of revenge against Bibi Dong.
Across from him, Zhongli Wu also harbored a grudge against Qian Xunji.
Naturally, it was because Qian Daoliu had killed Ye Xishui in a single blow.
"Qian Daoliu, you killed my mother and imprisoned her soul, turning her into a Soul Spirit."
"Today, I'll kill your son and make you experience my pain."
Zhongli Wu looked beyond the arena and spoke coldly to the empty air.
He knew Qian Daoliu was surely watching this battle.
Qian Daoliu would certainly hear what he said.
Zhongli Wu wanted his opponent to understand the price of offending the Holy Spirit Cult.
"How dare you!"
"A mere Evil Soul Master dares threaten my father?"
A cold glint flashed in Qian Xunji's eyes.
As one summoned from the dead, he not only knew all the rules, but also knew of the feud between Qian Daoliu and the Holy Spirit Cult.
In Qian Xunji's eyes, Qian Daoliu had done nothing wrong.
The Angel Clan had been born to eradicate Evil Soul Masters like Ye Xishui and Zhongli Wu.
Ye Xishui's death was entirely deserved.
For an Evil Soul Master like Zhongli Wu to threaten the Angel Clan was utterly outrageous.
"Qian Xunji, you useless fool. What right do you have to yap at me?"
"Today, I'll make you experience the most despairing death imaginable."
Zhongli Wu didn't take Qian Xunji seriously at all.
Even with his attribute disadvantage, he wasn't afraid of Qian Xunji.
He was Heaven's favored child, while Qian Xunji was nothing more than a stepping stone.
If not for making Tang Hao look so incredible, Qian Xunji wouldn't even deserve a mention in the history books.
That alone showed just how useless Qian Xunji was.
Qian Xunji felt Zhongli Wu's contempt and disdain.
In an instant, killing intent mingled with fury and surged within him.
Qian Xunji stood motionless at the left end of the arena, his holy white-and-gold Papal robe stirring without a breeze.
Since taking command of Spirit Hall, he had fought countless battles.
He had suppressed countless Fallen Soul Masters with divine power and had never once been defeated.
The Angel Bloodline flowed through his veins—the very embodiment of justice and order.
Qian Xunji admitted that there were many people he couldn't measure up to.
He couldn't defeat a Heaven's favored child like Tang Hao.
But he would never lose to an Evil Soul Master.
He would sooner die than disgrace the honor of the Angel Clan.
He was a true-blooded member of the Angel Clan.
If he couldn't defeat an Evil Soul Master, how could he face his ancestors after death?
At the other end of the arena, black mist surged around Zhongli Wu as deathly stillness spread.
A tall, slender figure stepped forward at an unhurried pace, standing in stark opposition to Qian Xunji's divine radiance.
"Come and fight!"
As their gazes met, sparks flew.
Almost simultaneously, they released their Martial Souls and charged at each other.
Zhongli Wu's Martial Soul was the Death God Demon Puppet he had inherited from Ye Xishui.
It specialized in slaughter, breaking defenses, devouring souls, and wielding an overbearing, sinister power.
That wasn't all. He also possessed the Beast Spirit Bone Dragon King, bestowed upon him by the Silver Dragon King.
He could wield the ultimate powers of both wind and fire.
With wind and fire intertwined, he could shatter mountains and drown seas. He was one of the most feared top-tier powerhouses of the Peerless era.
Today, Zhongli Wu would prove to the world that evil, too, could strike down righteousness.
As the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, he had carved out a place in the world through heretical means and had never believed in so-called orthodox light.
The world said that the Six-Winged Angel countered all evil souls. Then he would shatter that fated restraint with his own hands.
Qian Xunji's golden, slit-pupiled eyes narrowed slightly. His voice rang out with solemn authority, like a god's low murmur.
"A mere Evil Soul Master, relying on nothing but heretical tricks."
"Today, I shall purify the sinister malice within you."
The moment his words fell—
Golden radiance burst from Qian Xunji!
Brilliant, dazzling divine light instantly enveloped half the arena.
Boundless holy light gathered into a sky full of radiant feathers.
Enormous angelic wings unfurled behind Qian Xunji, spanning ten thousand zhang in a display of sacred majesty.
"Martial Soul Avatar: Six-Winged Angel, descend!"
The Angel Domain spread in an instant.
Within its bounds, all darkness and evil, along with soul-devouring abilities, were suppressed and weakened—or even purified.
Only the pure light of judgment remained between heaven and earth.
At the sight, Zhongli Wu's lips curled into a cold smile. He showed not the slightest trace of fear.
"So what if you have the Angel Domain? So what if your attributes suppress mine?"
Deathly black mist surged out of Zhongli Wu, crashing against the boundless holy light.
An overwhelming aura of death filled the air.
Cold, murderous, annihilating power swept across the entire arena.
It forcibly carved out a dark territory within the Angel Domain.
Zhongli Wu unleashed the full power of his Level 98 cultivation as a Super Douluo.
His vast Soul Power completely overwhelmed Qian Xunji's.
With the mutated talents of the Death God Demon Puppet and the Silver Dragon King's Beast Spirit blessing, he could even fight Limit Douluos above his rank.
The battle raged fiercely!
But any sharp-eyed spectator outside the arena could see that Qian Xunji had temporarily fallen behind.
Although Qian Xunji's Angel Judgment Domain could purify all things,
everywhere the holy light passed, the deathly black mist around Zhongli Wu quickly dissolved. The violent wind-and-fire powers of the Bone Dragon King were also suppressed layer by layer, and the malice of his evil Martial Soul steadily weakened.
But Zhongli Wu was simply too powerful—far stronger than Qian Xunji!
This battle was bound to be anything but simple.
"Father, keep going!"
Heaven Dou Empire!
Qian Renxue paced anxiously around her room.
She had finally gotten to see Qian Xunji—her father—again, and naturally hoped he could stay forever.
But for Qian Xunji to truly come back to life, he first had to win the Arena Tournament.
Qian Renxue was beside herself with nerves.
She rarely ever lost her composure like this.
But this concerned her father. She couldn't stay calm.
"Your Highness, His Holiness will surely win."
Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo both spoke up to comfort her.
Yet neither of them was optimistic about the final outcome.
Zhongli Wu was too strong.
So strong he was suffocating.
Unless Qian Daoliu intervened, there were no more than a handful of Soul Masters who could defeat Zhongli Wu.
On the arena...
Qian Xunji felt immense pressure!
Zhongli Wu's growth had surpassed anything he could have imagined.
He couldn't even begin to imagine how many people Zhongli Wu had harmed to achieve his power.
"I can't lose!"
"I can't tarnish the honor of the Angel Clan!"
Qian Xunji could lose to anyone, but he absolutely could not lose to an Evil Soul Master.
That would be a desecration of the Angel Clan.
"Father, lend me the family's divine weapon!"
"Whatever the cost, I won't let an Evil Soul Master stain the glory of the Angel Clan!"
Qian Xunji shouted toward the spectators beyond the arena.
He had to win!
And win decisively!
Worship Hall...
Qian Daoliu watched Qian Xunji fight with bloodied resolve, pride swelling in his heart.
Qian Xunji was a fine son.
As a descendant of the Angel Clan, he would never bow to evil, even in death.
"Angel Holy Sword, go!"
"Go and cut down all evil!"
Qian Daoliu hurled the Angel God's divine weapon toward the arena in the sky.