Angel Holy Sword, Yu Xiaogang Reclaims His Body.

The smoke and dust slowly scattered. Tang San knelt on one knee among the shattered stones, clutching his chest.

That counterattack of interwoven ice and fire had cracked open a wound in the origin of his divine soul.

This wisp of divine sense had only been able to use demigod-level power one more time to begin with, and now even maintaining its form had become extremely difficult.

Liu Lin stood up from the rubble. The soul rings of the Ice and Fire Dragon King slowly revolved beneath his feet, one blue and one crimson-gold light flashing in turn.

The dragon-scale patterns still floated on the surface of his skin without fading. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and moved his shoulder, which had gone stiff from the impact.

Tang San raised his head and looked at him, intense unwillingness churning in those sea-blue eyes.

He braced his hands on his knees and stood up, his body swaying twice before he barely managed to steady himself.

Then Tang San looked at Liu Lin in front of him and laughed, only the laugh was somewhat savage, frightening to hear.

Immediately after, Tang San burned part of this body's life force, transforming it into the last wisp of sea-blue divine power, which condensed in his palm once more.

Since he had already used all the power of his divine sense, there was no turning back.

Kill Liu Lin, and even if this body was ruined, his divine sense could still seize another vessel.

"Sorry, Gangzi. Looks like you won't be living through this."

Liu Lin looked at the Tang San before him, crazed like a mad demon, and grew wary, afraid Tang San would drag him down with him.

The scene of that barrier blocking the Golden Trident was still vivid in his mind.

He knew very well that the power the Ice and Fire Dragon King had left in these two soul rings and soul bones was still enough to erupt a few more times.

As for that tottering figure opposite him, even standing steady was a struggle. As long as Liu Lin stayed calm and didn't capsize in a ditch, it would be fine.

Just then, a sword cry suddenly rang out from the depths of the canyon.

A streak of golden light tore through the air from the direction of the valley entrance, carrying a pressure that made Liu Lin's pupils shrink slightly.

It was a long sword, its entire body brilliant gold, with ancient and holy golden patterns flowing across the blade.

Every pattern radiated a scorching aura of light.

The instant Tang San saw that sword, the savagery on his face froze.

Qian Renxue's sword, the Angel Holy Sword.

His divine sense had randomly torn open space and dragged Liu Lin into this place, so how could they just happen to have landed where Qian Renxue had lived in seclusion and died?

The sword hovered in midair, its tip dipping slightly as it aimed at Tang San.

Tang San thought Qian Renxue's divine sense must be within the Angel Holy Sword, so he put on an affectionate look. "Qian Renxue, long time no see. Are you still..."

The Angel Holy Sword did not give him the chance to finish. Golden light flashed, and the blade tore through the air, stabbing straight at Tang San's throat.

Tang San gritted his teeth and twisted aside. The blade grazed past his neck, leaving a bloody line across it.

He gathered that final mass of sea-blue divine power in front of him. The divine power shield collided with the Angel Holy Sword and knocked it away.

After all, her god position was already gone. For a masterless divine sword to manage this much was already decent.

But the Angel Holy Sword did not pause. The instant it was deflected, it slashed over again from an even trickier angle.

Liu Lin stood to the side, watching as the Angel Holy Sword swung faster with each strike toward Tang San, forcing Tang San back step by step.

He knew his chance had come.

Crimson-gold flames condensed around his right arm. The dragon-scale patterns instantly lit up, and his whole body circled behind Tang San like a stream of crimson-gold fire.

Tang San had just blocked a vertical chop from the Angel Holy Sword when he suddenly sensed scorching fluctuations coming from behind him.

He whipped his head around, only to see a fist covered in dragon scales rapidly enlarging in his vision.

The phantom of a crimson-gold dragon claw struck his back solidly, blasting his entire body away and sending him crashing heavily into the mountain wall.

The Angel Holy Sword did not let the opportunity pass. Golden sword light descended from the sky, pierced through Tang San's chest, and nailed him to the mountain wall.

Tang San lowered his head and looked at the section of golden sword tip protruding through his chest. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he only spat out a mouthful of blood tinged with blue light.

Then his head drooped, and those sea-blue eyes finally lost their light completely.

The Angel Holy Sword pulled free from the mountain wall, the golden light on its blade slowly drawing inward.

It hovered in the air for a moment, then turned toward the depths of the canyon and flew back as a streak of light.

Liu Lin walked forward and stood before Tang San's corpse. He raised his right hand, and crimson-gold flames ignited in his palm.

He did not immediately finish it off. Instead, he first stood two steps away and used the Eye of Destiny to stare fixedly at the corpse.

In his field of vision, the blood-red light had already dissipated completely, replaced by a deathly gray silence.

Only after seeing this result did Liu Lin press the golden flame in his hand onto the corpse.

The flames spread from the sword wound that had pierced through the chest and swiftly swallowed the entire body.

He retreated a few steps and hid behind a boulder, waiting for a full two minutes.

For those two minutes, his eyes did not blink as he stared at the ball of golden flame that was still burning.

There was no movement at all. No fluctuation of divine sense. Nothing happened at any point.

Only then did Liu Lin walk out from behind the boulder and add another blast of flame to the fire.

Then the ground split open with several cracks, and golden pillars of fire surged up from within, burning away every trace that might have remained of Tang San.

Only after doing all this did he truly let out a breath of relief. This wisp of Tang San's remnant soul was completely gone.

He turned and looked in the direction where the Angel Holy Sword had vanished.

After that streak of golden light flew into the depths of the canyon, it did not appear again, but Liu Lin remembered the name Tang San had just shouted—Qian Renxue.

The place where the Angel God had lived in seclusion and fallen was within this canyon.

He still had the protection of the Ice and Fire Dragon King soul bones on him, and the Angel Holy Sword had just taken the initiative to help him kill Tang San, which meant this place at least bore him no ill will.

With the mindset of exploration, Liu Lin stepped toward the depths of the canyon.

Not long after he left, the corpse that had already been burned black and almost reduced to flying ash suddenly moved.

A charred hand stretched out from the ashes.

Then an incomplete body struggled to sit up from within the ashes.

Only, those eyes were no longer sea-blue, but a turbid brown.

Yu Xiaogang gasped for breath in great mouthfuls, lowered his head to look at this body of his that had been burned until it was almost no longer human, then raised his head and let out a hoarse, crazed laugh.

The instant Tang San's divine soul was pierced through by the Angel Holy Sword and burned to nothing by Ultimate Fire, he had thought he would be reduced to ashes along with him.

But he had never expected that Blue Silver Luo San Pao, the martial soul he had regarded as trash, would actually save him.

An extremely faint blue-purple light seeped out from the martial soul's origin, allowing Yu Xiaogang to enter that swine's body, and only by sheer luck did he preserve a wisp of remnant soul.

Yu Xiaogang propped himself up against the ground and stood, his legs still trembling, the burns on his body horrifying to behold.

But he did not care. The madman who had seized his body was finally dead, and control of his body had returned to his hands.

He looked at his charred palm and clenched it into a fist.

With a martial soul as tenacious in vitality as Blue Silver Luo San Pao, together with the knowledge he, Yu Xiaogang, possessed as a master of martial soul theory, recultivating to godhood was by no means impossible.

The first step was to add a soul ring to this body's first martial soul.

Dozens of theoretical plans for combining the Lone Bamboo martial soul with different soul rings had already appeared in his mind.

In the end, Yu Xiaogang decided to choose a hundred-year Lone Bamboo as his first soul ring.

He had even thought of an ingenious name for the soul skill—Lone Bamboo Pole Vault.

Using the resilience of Lone Bamboo as its foundation, it would allow him to launch himself out instantly in battle. Whether for evasion or advance, it could be called a godly skill.

Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang supported himself against the mountain wall and limped toward the outside of the canyon.

Moonlight fell on his face, which had been burned beyond recognition, and unprecedented confidence burned in those murky eyes.

He would make the name of Yu Xiaogang, master of theory, be remembered once more.