Qian Renxue Descends Upon the Cultivation Alliance!

Her speed reached the absolute limit.

On the Douluo Continent, even a Title Douluo would find it extremely difficult to catch a pure agility-type Soul Emperor going all out over a short distance.

Speed Clan residence.

Clan Master Bai He gripped the arms of his chair tightly with both hands, his fingernails digging into the wood.

"Run! Xiangxiang, run!"

The old man prayed frantically in his heart.

He watched the ultimate speed his granddaughter displayed, and even a trace of pride and hope flashed through his eyes.

"As long as she can put some distance between them, as long as she can rush out of the hall..."

But the so-called limit of speed on the Douluo Continent was nothing but a joke in the eyes of a mighty immortal cultivator.

In the image.

Greedy Wolf looked at Bai Chenxiang, who had turned into an afterimage as she fled. Not only was there no trace of panic on his face, there was instead a hint of mocking amusement, as if he were watching a show.

"A mortal without the slightest spiritual root actually grew bird wings?"

Greedy Wolf shook his head, his tone filled with contempt.

"Your speed is a little faster than that of an ordinary mortal stray dog, I suppose."

"Unfortunately, before this old man, even if you really were a Kunpeng hatchling, don't even think about flying past this threshold."

Greedy Wolf did not even move his feet.

He merely raised his right hand casually and clawed his five fingers through the air in Bai Chenxiang's direction.

"Freeze."

There were no flashy light-and-shadow effects.

This was the law manipulation of a cultivator with great divine abilities: spatial imprisonment.

Bai Chenxiang, who had been flying at full speed, suddenly felt the air around her turn into a hard, transparent steel plate.

Her ultimate speed had no room to resist before this space that had been forcibly solidified.

There was a muffled bang.

Bai Chenxiang slammed heavily into the invisible wall of air.

The Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow wings on her back gave a crisp crack of breaking bone under the tremendous inertia, then drooped limply down.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from her lips, staining the bluestone floor of the hall red.

Her proud pure agility-type martial soul was utterly reduced to a pitiful ornament by this middle-aged man's casual grab.

Greedy Wolf crooked his finger back slightly.

Bai Chenxiang, imprisoned by space, was like a kitten seized by the scruff of its neck, dragged back forcibly from midair without the slightest strength to resist.

She fell straight at Greedy Wolf's feet.

Bai Chenxiang's whole body was trembling, and the violent pain left her without even the strength to stand.

She lifted her head and looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man before her.

In those bright, ratlike eyes, there was not the slightest shred of pity for the weak, nor any lustful or lecherous gaze.

There was only the indifference of someone looking at a tool that was about to be used up.

"Senior, spare me..."

Bai Chenxiang's voice was as faint as a mosquito's whine, her eyes filled with desperate pleading.

Greedy Wolf did not even look at her, merely staring at the gap in the array ahead.

"Running into this old man is your bad luck."

"This Ancient Killing Array still needs a living person to step on the mine. Your mortal blood may be a bit mixed, but it should be enough to trigger the array's backlash."

Greedy Wolf's tone was perfectly matter-of-fact, as if he were merely discussing what vegetables to eat for dinner.

In the immortal cultivation world, using low-level cultivators and mortals as cannon fodder to scout the way for the sake of seizing treasure was the most normal basic practice.

There was no morality, only pure calculation of gain and loss.

After speaking, Greedy Wolf gave Bai Chenxiang no chance at all to keep begging for mercy.

He swept his great sleeve.

A vast, gentle surge of spiritual power directly wrapped around the heavily injured Bai Chenxiang on the ground.

Then Greedy Wolf, just as he had thrown out those top-tier magical treasures earlier, mercilessly hurled Bai Chenxiang toward the gap in the array with force.

"No!!!"

The girl's despairing scream echoed through the great hall.

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

"Xiangxiang!!!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes instantly turned blood-red, veins even bulging at their corners.

A wild blaze of Evil Fire Phoenix flame shot uncontrollably from his body into the sky, instantly burning the grass within a dozen meters around him to ash.

He charged toward the Sky Screen like a madman, reaching out with both hands as if trying to grab something.

But aside from air, he could catch nothing.

He could only watch helplessly as the girl he loved, like a stone thrown ahead to test the path, was hurled by that cold-blooded man into the gaping maw of death.

The Speed Clan's encampment.

Clan Chief Bai He personally watched his granddaughter get thrown out as a human shield to trigger the trap.

The old man let out a roar filled with grief and fury.

"Animal! You damned animal!!!"

In a fit of rage that struck his heart, Bai He spat a mouthful of old blood three feet out, then toppled backward stiffly and passed out on the spot.

At that moment, every viewer across Douluo Continent felt a deep suffocation.

That middle-aged man called Greedy Wolf.

He was not a demonic cultivator, nor did he have some terrifying appearance of one who ate flesh and drank blood.

But that absolute rationality of his, treating human lives like weeds and measuring the cost of lives and magic treasures on the same set of scales with precise calculation, instead made people feel a terror that seeped deep into their bones.

This was the logic of the Renegade Immortal World.

Here, weakness was the original sin.

After a ripple-like distortion, the image on the Sky Screen froze again.

The gazes of the tens of billions of living beings across the entire continent were all forcibly drawn to this final massive screen of light that was still shining.

Within it was the young mistress of Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue, who possessed the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

The image gradually grew clear.

When the viewers of Douluo Continent saw the environment where Qian Renxue had descended, everyone's breathing slowed by half a beat.

There was no blue sky or white clouds here, nor great trees or soil.

As far as the eye could see, there was a vast, boundless, deep, and brilliant starry sky.

And in the very center of that starry sky floated a continent so enormous that its end could not be seen at all.

The area of this continent was so vast that even ten thousand Douluo Planets combined would have difficulty comparing to it.

Above the continent, a sect-protecting grand array radiating multicolored light enveloped it.

As the formation operated, countless vague phantoms of ancient ferocious beasts roared in the starry sky.

Around this continent floated tens of thousands of enormous meteorites.

On every meteorite, magnificent palaces and towering pavilions that pierced the clouds had been built.

In the starry sky, giant star beasts a thousand zhang long, their bodies covered in tough scales, occasionally rumbled past while pulling resplendent war chariots.

There were also countless cultivators stepping on flying swords, or walking through empty air, turning into streaks of flowing light as they shuttled between the meteorites and the continent.

This was the supreme overlord that ruled countless cultivation planets and gathered innumerable mighty figures of the starry sea.

The Cultivation Alliance!

At this moment, Qian Renxue stood on a huge White Jade Reception Plaza on the outer perimeter of the Cultivation Alliance headquarters.

The plaza was fully half the size of the Heaven Dou Empire.

The ground was paved entirely with a strange jade capable of emitting spiritual energy on its own.

Qian Renxue stood at the edge of the plaza, completely shaken by the sight before her.

She had grown up in Spirit Hall from a young age and received the most orthodox elite education.

In her understanding, Spirit City was the grandest place on Douluo Continent, and the Douluo God Realm was the highest point in the universe.

But now.

She looked at those giant star beasts blotting out the sky, and at those immortal cultivators walking across the sea of stars as if on level ground.

She suddenly felt that the breadth of vision she had once possessed was like that of a frog lying at the bottom of a well.

"This... is this the true god realm?"

Qian Renxue tilted her head up and murmured to herself.

A trace of feverish excitement flashed through her eyes.

As the inheritor of the Angel God, she believed she naturally belonged in a lofty place like this.

People came and went across the reception plaza.

Most of these high-level cultivators from various cultivation planets were hurrying to and fro.

A few people occasionally caught sight of Qian Renxue, who had appeared out of nowhere, but they only frowned slightly and then paid her no further attention.

In a mixed place like the Cultivation Alliance, the core of the starry sky, all sorts of strange beings arrived through teleportation arrays every day.

A mortal woman with not a trace of spiritual energy in her body simply could not draw their notice.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the shock in her heart.

On her stunning face, the pride that belonged to Spirit Hall's young mistress surfaced once more.

She absolutely could not disgrace the Angel God. She had to display the dignity of a divine inheritor.

"Six-Winged Angel, possess me!"

Qian Renxue gave a soft shout.

Dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from within her.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Seven spirit rings in the optimal configuration slowly rose beneath her feet, pulsing up and down.

Along with a sacred, pure aura of light, three pairs of snow-white wings suddenly spread wide from her back.

Qian Renxue's feet lifted slightly off the ground as she hovered in midair.

Golden light flashed in her hand, and the Angel Holy Sword, symbolizing light and judgment, was firmly gripped in her grasp.

"Angel Domain!"

A golden barrier of light spread rapidly outward with her at its center.

Wherever the barrier passed, the faint, mixed aura that had originally permeated the square seemed to be "purified" by this sacred radiance.

Qian Renxue lifted her head high, like a goddess descending to the mortal world.

Douluo Continent, Spirit City.

Inside the Pope Palace, when the worship elders and elders saw Qian Renxue display such a perfect Martial Soul Avatar, they all subconsciously straightened their backs.

"As expected of Spirit Hall's young mistress."

Light Feather Douluo clenched his fist, a trace of hope flashing through his eyes.

"The young mistress's Six-Winged Angel martial soul represents absolute light and sanctity."

"In this so-called Cultivation World, that pure divine power will surely make those cultivators see her in a new light."

Bibi Dong sat on the throne, complicated light flickering in her beautiful eyes.

Although her relationship with Qian Renxue as mother and daughter was distant, in this moment, she also hoped that angelic radiance could win back a shred of dignity for Douluo Continent.

But the cruelty of reality was always colder than they imagined.

In the image.

The commotion Qian Renxue had caused finally drew the attention of some cultivators in the square.

Several Nascent Soul guards wearing the alliance's uniform gray Daoist robes stopped in their tracks.

They showed no reverence whatsoever.

On the contrary, their eyes were filled with confusion and a kind of scrutiny, as if they were looking at some novel spirit beast.

"Which cultivation planet did that native run out from?"

A Nascent Soul guard with a scar on his face pointed at Qian Renxue, who was hovering in midair.

"There isn't the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy on her, but the energy she's giving off is somewhat interesting."

Another guard rubbed his chin and released a strand of divine sense, sweeping it over Qian Renxue without the slightest restraint.

"Mm, light attribute."

"Looking at the three pairs of wings on her back, could she be a mutant from some uncivilized branch of the Feather Clan?"

Their voices were not loud as they discussed her, but none of them deliberately concealed what they were saying.

Qian Renxue heard everything clearly.

Her stunning face was instantly covered in frost.

Native? Feather Clan? Mutant?

These mere mortals actually dared to blaspheme the noble Six-Winged Angel in a tone used to appraise goods?

"Impudent!"

Qian Renxue shouted angrily, her voice clear and carrying an inviolable divine might.

"I am the inheritor of the Angel God!"

"I represent the purest light and justice in this world!"

"You mortals, before the radiance of a god, why have you not withdrawn at once!"

Her words were spoken with righteous grandeur, and paired with the seven flashing spirit rings around her, they did indeed carry a somewhat intimidating presence.

Outside the Sky Screen, on the Douluo Continent, many commoners and low-level soul masters were stirred by Qian Renxue's aura.

In their hearts, everyone silently cheered on this young mistress of Spirit Hall.

They hoped she could use the power of a god to teach those arrogant cultivators a lesson.

However, when the Nascent Soul guards in the square heard that, they were stunned at first.

Then they looked at one another and burst into roaring laughter.

"Hahaha! Did I hear that right? A god?"

The scar-faced guard laughed so hard he nearly cried. He pointed at Qian Renxue as if he were looking at a hopeless madwoman.

"A puny, uncivilized spirit body dares spout nonsense at the headquarters of the Cultivation Alliance and call herself a god?"

More and more cultivators gathered around, and the way they looked at Qian Renxue was as if they were watching a ridiculous clown.

In the cultivation world, the so-called gods were a concept with strict definitions.

They were either ancient gods with bodies as vast as stars, beings who could crush planets with a single punch, or true immortals of legend, dwelling high in the immortal realm and wielding supreme source laws.

As for those "local earth gods" on remote lower-realm cultivation planets who relied on fooling mortals to collect incense power, in the eyes of the Cultivation Alliance, they were nothing more than tonics that could be captured at any time, their souls extracted and refined.

Qian Renxue looked at the mocking gazes around her, and the fury in her heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Since you refuse to see reason, I'll let you witness the wrath of an angel!"

The fifth black soul ring on her body suddenly lit up.

"Angel, Holy Sword!"

Qian Renxue raised the Angel Holy Sword high in her hand.

Endless golden light surged madly toward the blade like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

A massive golden sword projection dozens of meters long rapidly condensed in midair.

The sword projection radiated terrifying heat, as if it could melt even the surrounding space.

Qian Renxue drew a deep breath, gripped the hilt with both hands, and slashed down fiercely at the laughing Nascent Soul guards.

The giant golden sword tore through the air above the square with the force to destroy everything.

Heaven Dou Empire, palace hall.

Emperor Xue Ye watched this scene with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.

Although Xue Qinghe was a fake, the power of this strike had definitely already reached the threshold of a Title Douluo.

"This strike should at least make them bleed, right?" Emperor Xue Ye murmured.

But just as the giant golden sword was about to cleave down onto the heads of those guards.