Sky-Propping Sun-Shooting!

He did not summon the Wishing Angel Spirit. He only intended to use this spear to settle the score with Qian Daoliu.

Black, black, red, red, red, red, red, orange, orange—nine Soul Rings lit up in sequence.

They radiated a palpitating glow within the hall. Though his rank was lower than Qian Daoliu's, his Soul Power aura was not the slightest bit weaker.

Father and son faced each other from afar, with Qian Xunji standing between them.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant, even breathing becoming heavy.

The guards outside had long since fled far away in terror. No one dared approach this place that was about to become a battlefield.

Hearing the commotion inside the hall, Bibi Dong got dressed and prepared to run outside.

Qian Xunji huddled in a corner, a trace of crazed delight flashing through his eyes.

Fight. It would be best if they both ended up badly wounded. Only then would he have a chance to turn things around.

Over at the Elder Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, and the others sensed the disturbance. They were jolted awake from their cultivation and hurried toward the Pope Palace.

Yet when they saw the father and son confronting each other, they all stopped. No one dared step forward to intervene.

Though it was father and son turning against each other, everyone understood that Qian Xunji had brought this upon himself.

But Qian Daoliu could not possibly watch his own son die with his own eyes.

On the plaza before the Pope Palace, the night wind howled, sending the two men's robes fluttering wildly.

Qian Daoliu made the first move.

He used neither Soul Skill nor the Angel Holy Sword. He simply struck out with his palm, golden Soul Power surging toward Ye Xunfeng like a raging tide.

He had only used half his strength in that strike, wanting to leave some room for mercy.

Ye Xunfeng did not even look at it. With a casual sweep of the Atlas Spear, its blade traced a silvery-white arc and cleaved the golden Soul Power in two. The aftershock scattered outward, shattering several bluestone slabs on the plaza.

"Don't hold back," Ye Xunfeng said coldly. "I won't accept your mercy."

Qian Daoliu did not answer. His body flashed, and he instantly appeared before Ye Xunfeng, driving a palm straight at his chest with lightning speed and a piercing howl through the air.

Ye Xunfeng twisted aside, then flicked the spear tip upward and thrust directly at Qian Daoliu's throat.

Qian Daoliu leaned back to evade it, shifted his footwork, and struck toward Ye Xunfeng's waist with a backhanded palm.

The two exchanged blow after blow, launching into a fierce close-quarters battle across the plaza.

There were no flashy Soul Skills and no unnecessary moves—only a direct clash of strength, speed, and combat technique.

Qian Daoliu was, after all, a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo. Nearly a century of combat experience stood behind him, and every stance, every strike concealed deadly intent.

Yet Ye Xunfeng was no weaker. He had practiced with the spear alone in the forest since childhood, day after day for over a decade. His spear techniques had long been carved into his bones. Every thrust, lift, and sweep was absurdly precise, each move aimed straight for a vital point.

They were unbelievably fast. Ordinary Soul Masters could not see their movements at all, only two figures constantly crossing and colliding beneath the moonlight. Every clash came with deafening booms and showers of sparks.

The consecrated elders of the Elder Hall watched from afar, their hearts pounding.

"Big Brother actually hasn't gained the upper hand..." Light Feather Douluo muttered, his face full of disbelief.

Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent, his gaze fixed on the Atlas Spear in Ye Xunfeng's hand.

In his hands, that spear seemed to have come alive.

Every thrust carried an unstoppable momentum.

Every sweep concealed destructive force. This child's spear technique had reached a level that struck fear into the heart.

The longer Qian Daoliu fought, the more shocked he became.

He had originally thought that no matter how talented Ye Xunfeng was, he was only nineteen. His combat experience and technique could not possibly compare to his own.

But once they truly fought, he realized just how absurdly wrong he had been.

This child's spearwork had indeed been lacking at the start, yet every move became fiercer than the last.

By the end, every strike was clean and decisive, without a shred of wasted motion. Every move was lethal, giving his opponent not even the slightest chance to catch his breath.

What surprised him even more was Ye Xunfeng's strength.

Qian Daoliu knocked aside the spear blade with a palm strike and retreated several yards. Lowering his head to look at his right hand, he saw a shallow bloody cut across his palm, sliced open by the wind from the spear.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Xunfeng across from him.

The youth stood beneath the moonlight, his golden hair drifting lightly in the wind. Icy battle intent burned in his violet eyes. The Atlas Spear pointed diagonally at the ground, a bead of blood still hanging from its tip.

"Not bad." Qian Daoliu nodded, a barely perceptible note of approval in his voice. "You're stronger than I imagined."

Ye Xunfeng did not respond. He merely tightened his grip on the spear and struck even more fiercely.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath. Six golden wings abruptly spread behind his back, and he soared into the air, hovering overhead.

Looking down from above, this was the domain of the Angel Spirit. In the sky, the Angel Spirit held an absolute advantage.

"Xunfeng, admit defeat," Qian Daoliu's voice came from above. "In the sky, no one can defeat an Angel."

He remembered that Angels were invincible in the sky only when facing him...

Sometimes, he genuinely suspected that Qian Daoliu did not love Bo Saixi at all, but Tang Chen!

After all, very few people used their faces to catch a Clear Sky Hammer.

Ye Xunfeng raised his head and looked at the six golden wings in midair. A scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

Qian Xunji had also tried to spread his Angel wings and look down at him from above.

In an instant, the rage in his heart erupted like a volcano, impossible to suppress.

His expression changed instantly, from icy calm to blazing, absolute killing intent.

"Angel?"

Ye Xunfeng gave a cold laugh. The Atlas Spear suddenly pointed toward the sky, and an invisible force instantly radiated from his body.

Sky Prohibition Domain, fully unleashed!

An overwhelmingly tyrannical force instantly enveloped the entire plaza. Qian Daoliu felt his wings suddenly grow heavy, and his body immediately spun out of control, falling straight from the sky.

His expression changed drastically. He flapped his wings desperately, trying to stabilize himself, but that force was too overpowering. It sealed off all room for him to maneuver, leaving him utterly unable to fly.

"This is..."

"Sky Prohibition." Ye Xunfeng's voice was icy and piercing. "Within my domain, no one can fly."

The moment his words fell, his ninth Soul Ring lit up.

Ninth Soul Skill, Sky-Propping Sun-Shooting!

This was his signature killing move, and also his strongest attack at present.

Golden light began to gather frantically upon the Atlas Spear, growing brighter and fiercer, as though a tiny sun were slowly rising in his hand.

Soul Power from heaven and earth surged madly into the spear. Even the surrounding air was sucked dry, while the ground within a hundred meters trembled faintly.

Qian Daoliu's expression completely changed, his eyes filled with shock.

He could clearly feel that the power contained within this strike was enough to destroy heaven and earth. It was power that belonged to a god.

"Xunfeng, have you lost your mind? Are you trying to kill your own father?" Qian Daoliu roared. His eighth Soul Ring instantly lit up as the Angel Domain—Purification—unfolded at full strength, golden light desperately trying to suppress Ye Xunfeng's attack.