Unforeseen Killing Intent, Tang Hao Appears

"How insolent, to dare lay a hand on me!"

A cold glint flashed in Qian Lingche's eyes. His body reacted with lightning speed, his toes lightly tapping the ground as he retreated through the air.

In an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and tiny ice crystals began to condense in the air.

Behind him, a massive phantom gradually took shape—it was an ice-blue Six-Winged Angel. The angel's wings were as crystalline and translucent as ice sculptures, each feather radiating a biting, frigid chill.

The angel's face was cold, beautiful, and divine, its eyes seemingly containing an endless frost that made one dare not meet its gaze.

At the same time, five soul rings—purple, purple, black, black, and red—rose from beneath his feet.

"Angel Domain!"

Blue light erupted from within Qian Lingche's body, instantly shrouding the surrounding space.

Crack—crack—

A faint shattering sound echoed through the air. A layer of frost rapidly condensed on the surface of the hidden weapons, their speed plummeting until they were completely frozen, suspended in mid-air.

Following this, the ice spread, sealing the weapons entirely before they clattered to the ground with a crisp, rhythmic sound.

"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring!!!"

Everyone present gasped in unison, their eyes locked onto Qian Lingche, their faces etched with shock.

A hundred-thousand-year soul ring—that was a legendary existence in the world of soul masters; those who possessed one were, without exception, powerhouses standing at the very pinnacle of the world.

"Purple, purple, black, black, red... How is this possible? Who on earth is he?"

"Heavens, I've actually seen a hundred-thousand-year soul ring with my own eyes! This is a thing of legends!"

The little boy, who had initially carried a trace of murderous intent, was instantly overcome with terror the moment he saw the dazzling red soul ring surrounding Qian Lingche.

"A... a hundred-thousand-year soul ring..." the little boy muttered to himself, his voice laced with unconcealable fear.

He took an involuntary step back, desperate to flee this suffocating place.

In stark contrast to the boy's terror, the little girl standing to the side watched Qian Lingche without moving. There was no fear in her eyes; instead, they radiated a sharp, murderous intent.

No one knew that she, too, was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. This man had actually hunted a hundred-thousand-year soul beast to use as his own soul ring!

"You... by what right do you possess it?" The little girl's voice carried an unspeakable resentment.

Qian Lingche almost thought he had misheard her. He looked at the girl's murderous gaze, and his first soul ring suddenly lit up: "First Soul Skill—Angel Assault!"

The chill in the air condensed rapidly, and a massive ice spike appeared out of thin air, thrusting straight toward the little girl.

Before she could react, the ice spike slammed into her with brutal force.

Her body was instantly covered in frost, and she was transformed into a crystalline ice sculpture, frozen in place, the expression of anger and unwillingness still etched upon her face.

Qian Lingche did not spare her another glance, turning his gaze toward the terrified little boy.

His expression remained completely unmoved as he slowly raised his right hand.

Soul power condensed in his palm, forming an invisible giant hand that gripped the little boy's throat and hoisted him into the air.

"Ah... let... let me go..." The little boy's feet dangled off the ground, his hands clawing desperately at the invisible force. His face turned beet red from suffocation, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Qian Lingche looked at him coldly: "So young, yet so vicious. You wanted to ambush me just because of a verbal dispute?"

He simply disliked conflict, but that didn't mean he would let people strike him for nothing, especially when this person had come seeking his life.

A series of intermittent whimpers escaped the little boy's throat; he tried to speak but could not, choked by the lack of air.

Seeing this, Qian Lingche loosened his grip slightly, giving him a moment to breathe.

"I... I was... wrong..." the little boy squeezed the words out with great difficulty.

Suddenly, a deafening roar thundered from the sky: "Who dares harm my son!"

Immediately following, a massive hammer, wreathed in violent soul power, descended from the heavens, hurtling straight toward Qian Lingche.

The hammer shimmered with a dark red light and carried a thick, heavy murderous intent.

Qian Lingche's eyes narrowed. Without a moment's hesitation, he tossed the boy in his hand aside: "Third Soul Skill—Angel Protection!"

Phantom wings rapidly unfurled, wrapping around him to form an impenetrable defensive barrier.

BOOM—!

The hammer slammed heavily into the barrier, producing a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar.

Qian Lingche felt a massive force collide with him, his body flying backward uncontrollably as his feet carved two deep furrows into the ground.

Though his Angel Protection barrier had blocked the brunt of the impact, it still trembled violently under the force, fine cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.

"Hmph!" Qian Lingche let out a muffled grunt, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He steadied himself and looked ahead to see a tall, burly, yet disheveled figure descend from the sky and land firmly on the ground.

Qian Lingche wiped the blood from his lip: "Clear Sky Hammer. It seems you are Tang Hao. Judging by the boy's age, I never expected you to have a son with a soul beast. You truly live up to your reputation."

"The once-mighty Clear Sky Douluo, now a stray dog. How pathetic."

Hearing this, Tang Hao glanced down at his son and said in a low voice: "Tang San, step back. Leave this to me."

The little boy opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately nodded and retreated silently behind Tang Hao.

Upon seeing Qian Lingche's spirit skills and martial soul, the fury in Tang Hao's heart could no longer be suppressed.

He stared fixedly at Qian Lingche, his voice brimming with murderous intent: "You dog of Spirit Hall, daring to touch my son—you are courting death!"

Qian Lingche glanced at the surrounding commoners, who had already collapsed in terror, and suddenly withdrew his combat stance: "Tang Hao, collateral damage is inevitable within the city. Let us meet outside."

With those words, his figure flashed, and he flew toward the outskirts of the city.

Tang Hao let out a cold snort, lowering his Clear Sky Hammer slightly, his voice low and frigid: "Fine, I shall see what ability you have to be so arrogant!"

Seeing this, Tang Hao did not hesitate; he tapped his foot, and his body shot into the sky like a cannonball, following closely behind.

Watching Tang Hao trail after him, Qian Lingche let out a cold sneer in his heart.

While it was true that he had left the city partly to avoid harming the innocent, but... Sister Xue was waiting just outside.

The two moved with immense speed, vanishing from the sight of the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The tense atmosphere within the city eased slightly.

Tang San climbed up from the ground, looking toward the direction in which the two had departed, and clenched his fists, murmuring softly: "Father..."

Soon, a commotion erupted among the crowd, and people began to discuss the event, their faces etched with worry.

"Those two were terrifying! One had such a horrific aura, and the other actually possessed a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring!"

"If they start fighting, I fear the entire city will suffer for it!"

"Run! If the shockwaves of their battle reach us, we truly won't even have a place to be buried..."