Ye Xishui's confidence came from her strength, which had dominated the continent for many years.
In her era, Mu En was the only opponent she considered worthy of her attention.
Ye Xishui hadn't fought in earnest for a long time.
By herself, she could make the million-strong Star Luo army in the Mingdou Mountain Range feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
That was the awe-inspiring power of Ye Xishui.
"Xishui, don't underestimate Qian Daoliu."
"The Martial Soul he inherited is the legendary, true god-level Martial Soul: the Six-Winged Angel."
"The Six-Winged Angel is the natural enemy of all evil."
"If you can't beat him, don't push yourself."
Although Long Xiaoyao had never witnessed Qian Daoliu's bearing with his own eyes,
Long Xiaoyao knew from records dating back ten thousand years that Qian Daoliu was an extraordinary figure.
Even though they knew only a few scattered details about Qian Daoliu,
that was enough to infer just how terrifying he was.
Long Xiaoyao didn't want anything to happen to Ye Xishui.
He had only one goal: to make sure she stayed safe.
So Long Xiaoyao had no choice but to remind her.
"Don't worry!"
"I won't lose."
Ye Xishui smiled seductively.
The next moment, her figure slowly faded away.
When she appeared again, she was already standing in the arena.
Across from Ye Xishui stood Qian Daoliu, his golden hair fine as silk.
Qian Daoliu seemed to have transcended the mortal world, his whole body radiating a sacred aura.
Qian Daoliu lifted his eyes and looked at Ye Xishui.
He sensed an aura from her that repulsed him to the core.
"You're a Fallen Soul Master..."
Qian Daoliu spoke first, his tone full of disdain and disgust.
The Angel Clan's mission was to uphold justice.
Soul Masters like Ye Xishui had always been prime targets for Spirit Hall.
When Qian Daoliu was young, he had never shown mercy to a Fallen Soul Master he encountered.
He had killed so many Fallen Soul Masters that even he couldn't remember their number.
It was fair to say that he and the Fallen Soul Masters were mortal enemies.
So when Qian Daoliu met Ye Xishui for the first time, it was only natural that he gave her no warm welcome.
"Heh, I'd rather you call me an Evil Soul Master."
Ye Xishui had no intention of hiding her identity.
As the Supreme Pontiff Emeritus of the Holy Spirit Cult, she was the leader of countless Evil Soul Masters.
It was something to be proud of, not something she needed to hide.
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu had already sentenced Ye Xishui to death in his heart.
Well, well. An Evil Soul Master dared to openly declare her identity right to his face.
And she even sounded proud of it.
She was practically asking to die.
Who didn't know that he, Qian Daoliu, would never tolerate evil?
But before killing Ye Xishui, Qian Daoliu had one more question.
"Can you tell me who the head of Spirit Hall was in your era?"
Qian Daoliu suppressed his murderous intent and asked coldly.
Ever since Spirit Hall was founded, it had done everything in its power to eliminate Evil Soul Masters like Ye Xishui.
From the Angel God down to Qian Daoliu's generation, Spirit Hall had driven the Evil Soul Masters across the continent to their deaths or into hiding in the City of Slaughter.
It was fair to say that the peace enjoyed across the continent was only possible because Spirit Hall had maintained it.
And now, an Evil Soul Master like Ye Xishui had actually risen to become a Limit Douluo.
What did that mean?
It meant the head of Spirit Hall in Ye Xishui's era was useless.
Otherwise, how could Ye Xishui have grown so powerful?
Qian Daoliu made up his mind.
Once he found out which useless fool had given Ye Xishui the chance to grow, he would solve the problem at its source.
After the Arena Tournament ended, he would go back and establish an ancestral rule: that person's name would never be allowed into Spirit Hall.
Allowing an Evil Soul Master like Ye Xishui to become a Limit Douluo was a grave dereliction of duty.
Someone like that didn't deserve to lead Spirit Hall.
Qian Daoliu would never tolerate it.
"Spirit Hall?"
"Old man, Spirit Hall had ceased to exist back in my era."
"And before long, the Spirit Hall you hold so dear will be destroyed."
Ye Xishui burst into loud laughter, her voice full of mockery and amusement.
"What?"
"What do you mean by that?"
At Ye Xishui's words, Qian Daoliu's expression changed dramatically.
He instinctively sensed that Ye Xishui's next words would be earth-shattering news.
"Since you want to know so badly, I might as well tell you how it happened."
Ye Xishui didn't hurry to attack.
Instead, she began to fill Qian Daoliu in on the historical records she knew.
Of course, Ye Xishui wasn't being kind by indulging Qian Daoliu's curiosity.
As an Evil Soul Master, how could she simply answer every question Qian Daoliu asked?
She told Qian Daoliu why Spirit Hall had fallen in order to unsettle him.
If she could throw Qian Daoliu's heart into disarray, she'd have a better chance in the fight to come.
Although Ye Xishui was very confident in her strength,
facing Qian Daoliu still made her feel pressured.
The sacred power radiating from Qian Daoliu alone made Ye Xishui feel threatened.
So Ye Xishui had no choice but to resort to a few little tricks and schemes.
After all, she was an Evil Soul Master. There was no shame in it.
Evil Soul Masters had always stopped at nothing to achieve their goals.
Simply put, they would use every means at their disposal.
"In the not-too-distant future, Spirit Hall will fall at Tang San's hands."
"According to the historical records, during the Battle of Jialing Pass, Tang San killed the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong, and crippled the Angel God, Qian Renxue."
"After that, a million people were slaughtered in Spirit City."
"From then on, Spirit Hall ceased to exist."
"That's the truth you wanted to know."
Ye Xishui spoke each word clearly.
Her stern face was full of cold laughter.
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu's usually calm heart was suddenly thrown into turmoil.
"How could this be..."
"Who is Tang San?"
"How could Spirit Hall possibly fall at his hands?"
Qian Daoliu refused to believe it.
He had lived for so many years, yet he had never heard of anyone named Tang San as a great figure in the Soul Master World.
And Ye Xishui was even claiming that two gods would fall at Tang San's hands.
Wasn't that absurd?
Setting aside Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Godhood,
the Angel God of the Angel Clan alone was no ordinary deity.
As the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu knew very well how terrifying the Angel God's power was.
The Rakshasa God and the Angel God had joined forces, yet still couldn't defeat an unknown nobody like Tang San. One died, and the other was crippled.
Who would believe such nonsense?
"Tang San was an unparalleled genius. He became a god after breaking through level one hundred at just twenty-five."
"Not only that, he was the only person in history to possess Dual Godhood."
"Spirit Hall's fall at the hands of a genius like him was no disgrace."
Ye Xishui continued to provoke Qian Daoliu.
If she couldn't rile him up today, then she wasn't Ye.
Watching everything unfold in the arena from God's perspective, Su Yu couldn't help shaking his head helplessly.
Ye Xishui was practically piling buffs onto Qian Daoliu.
The angrier Qian Daoliu got now, the worse Ye Xishui's fate would be later.
If Qian Daoliu lost his temper, what good could an Evil Soul Master like Ye Xishui possibly expect?