Hatred That Could Not Be Vented!

The golden shield instantly shattered into countless motes of light. Qian Xunji was blasted back several steps in a row, and the bluestone slabs beneath his feet all cracked apart.

"Is that all?" Ye Xunfeng withdrew his spear, his tone brimming with disappointment.

He had thought that as the Pope of Spirit Hall, even if Qian Xunji did not devote himself to cultivation, he should at least have some real ability. He had not expected him to be so weak, not even as tough as the Tang Hao brothers.

Over the years, Qian Xunji had probably poured all his energy into fighting for power. His cultivation had long since stagnated.

Qian Xunji's face turned livid. He knew perfectly well that he was no match for Ye Xunfeng, but this was Spirit City, his territory. He bet that Ye Xunfeng would not dare kill him here.

"Y-You'd better not get too arrogant!" Qian Xunji gritted his teeth. "This is Spirit City. The offerings of Elder Hall are right behind us. If you dare touch me, they definitely won't let you off!"

"Oh?" Ye Xunfeng raised a brow and glanced toward Elder Hall.

He could clearly sense several powerful auras hidden there. The strongest among them was even more powerful than he was.

Yet all those auras remained silent, showing no intention of coming out to stop him. They were clearly standing by and watching coldly.

Ye Xunfeng understood at once.

Qian Daoliu and the people of Elder Hall did not intend to interfere in this matter.

Since that was the case, he had nothing to worry about.

Seeing that Ye Xunfeng had only used a spear Martial Soul, Qian Xunji felt somewhat reassured and attempted to take to the sky, intending to circle around Ye Xunfeng.

Ye Xunfeng sneered. Atlas Spear innate skill.

Sky Prohibition!

In an instant, an invisible force enveloped the heavens.

Qian Xunji only felt his six wings grow heavy. His body suddenly went out of control, and he fell from the sky in a sorry state.

"Qian Xunji, do you know something?" Ye Xunfeng held the Atlas Spear horizontally at his side and walked toward Qian Xunji step by step. "I could have killed you with one strike, but I won't do that."

"Y-You... what do you want?" Qian Xunji instinctively retreated in terror.

"Kill you? That would be letting you off too easily." Ye Xunfeng's gaze abruptly turned cold, without a shred of warmth. "I want you to experience what despair truly means."

As soon as he spoke, the sixth Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up.

Sixth Soul Skill, Pride of Heaven-Propping!

The spear gathered immense Soul Power and spiritual power, transforming into a straight streak of light that shot directly toward Qian Xunji.

This strike could ignore intangible skills, all defensive barriers, and specifically break through every kind of protective Soul Power.

Qian Xunji was scared out of his wits. His eighth Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and Angel's Wound condensed into an enormous golden holy sword that he swung toward the spear light with all his strength.

"Rumble—"

The spear light and holy sword collided with a thunderous crash. The deafening roar echoed throughout Spirit City as golden energy scattered in all directions. A large section of the bluestone slabs in the square was torn up, sending dust flying everywhere.

But the spear light did not weaken in the slightest. It pierced straight through the holy sword, through Qian Xunji's protective golden glow, and viciously sank into his right shoulder.

"Pfft—"

Blood instantly sprayed out.

Qian Xunji let out a shrill scream. His entire body was nailed to the ground, unable to move.

"The first strike is for the body they ruined for my mother."

Ye Xunfeng slowly walked up to Qian Xunji and looked down at him, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at an ant. He casually pulled out the spear.

A clean hole instantly appeared through Qian Xunji's right shoulder, blood gushing from it.

Even more terrifyingly, a layer of purple energy clung to the wound, constantly eroding his Soul Power and making it impossible for him to stop the bleeding or heal himself.

That was the divine power of the God of Destruction.

Just as Tang Hao, who had been recuperating all this time, discovered that his wounds had grown increasingly severe. If not for the white killing aura on his Clear Sky Hammer, that purple trace would likely have already completely destroyed his meridians.

"Y-You... what did you do to me?" Qian Xunji roared in utter terror.

"Nothing much. I'm just making it so you can't use Soul Power for the time being." Ye Xunfeng's tone was calm. "Don't worry. I won't let you die so easily."

He turned to the Spirit Hall soul masters watching from around them and spoke indifferently. "You can leave. What happens today has nothing to do with you."

Those soul masters felt as though they had been granted amnesty. They scrambled away in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, only Ye Xunfeng, Qian Xunji sprawled on the ground, and the offerings in Elder Hall watching coldly remained in the vast square.

"Y-You... what exactly do you want?" Qian Xunji's voice trembled nonstop, his fear reaching its peak.

"I told you, I'll let you taste despair." Ye Xunfeng crouched down and met Qian Xunji's eyes. "When you had someone bring my mother abortion medicine back then, did you ever think this day would come?"

"I... I back then..." Qian Xunji opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but he could not say a single word.

"Back then what? Were you afraid my talent would surpass yours? Afraid I would take your position as Holy Son and steal your position as Pope?" Ye Xunfeng sneered, his words full of mockery. "So you ruthlessly attacked a pregnant woman and an unborn child? Aren't the Angel Clan always said to stand for justice and mercy?"

Qian Xunji shut his mouth. His face was ashen, and he could no longer utter another word.

Ye Xunfeng rose to his feet and lightly spun the spear in his hand.

"The second strike is for all the suffering my mother endured over the years."

His second Soul Ring lit up. Second Soul Skill, Heaven-Propping Bane!

The spear tip lightly touched the ground, and an overwhelming pressure instantly spread outward.

Qian Xunji only felt as though a mountain had been placed upon him, pinning him firmly to the ground. He could not move in the slightest. Even his feet were bound, leaving him no chance to escape.

"Y-You devil!" Qian Xunji screamed madly, his face twisted in rage.

"A devil?" Ye Xunfeng smiled, but his smile was ice-cold. "Compared to what you did to my mother and me, what do these little methods amount to?"

He raised his foot and viciously stepped on Qian Xunji's face, pressing it into the shattered bluestone slabs. Dust covered his cheeks, leaving him in a miserable state.

"The third strike is for how my mother never got to return to Spirit Hall for one last look before she died."

His third Soul Ring lit up. Third Soul Skill, Blazing Flame Spear!

The spear was instantly covered in blazing flames. Ye Xunfeng thrust it out, but not toward a vital point.

Instead, he viciously pierced through Qian Xunji's left leg. Flames scorched the wound with a sizzling sound, and the excruciating pain made Qian Xunji scream again and again until his voice changed pitch.

"The fourth strike is for how my mother still spoke for Spirit Hall even as she died."

His fourth Soul Ring lit up. Fourth Soul Skill, Dance of the Heaven-Propping!

Ye Xunfeng whirled the spear, then after gathering strength, lightly slashed it across Qian Xunji's back, leaving a wound so deep that bone was visible. Blood instantly soaked through his robe.

"The fifth strike is for how my mother was unwilling to hate the Angel Clan even until her death."

His fifth Soul Ring lit up. Fifth Soul Skill, Conquer the Heavens!

Ye Xunfeng directly threw the spear, precisely piercing through Qian Xunji's right leg before it automatically flew back into his hand.