Yesterday, the Evil Soul Masters had slaughtered innocents, igniting the fury of the entire city. The full force of the Sun Moon Empire in Ming Capital had already been mobilized.
The city defense forces and Soul Master legions had divided the city into sectors and set up patrols. Mingde Hall disciples were assisting with the searches, and even civilian Soul Masters had joined of their own accord. Centering their efforts on the imperial city, they were conducting a thorough search of every street, building, and hidden corner, determined to wipe out every lurking Evil Soul Master and restore peace to Ming Capital.
This included several forces affiliated with the empire's nobility.
Compared with the Sun Moon Empire's methodical citywide search, Qian Daoliu's efforts were considerably more aggressive.
Qian Daoliu's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul unfurled behind him, radiating brilliant golden light. His angelic form was holy and majestic, surrounded by a warm, gentle divine glow as he slowly circled the city.
Seeing this wondrous sight, the people below knelt and bowed their heads, believing the Angel God had descended. They worshipped devoutly, silently reciting prayers.
But compared with the previous day, he had gained far less energy. Qian Daoliu frowned slightly.
Looks like killing Evil Soul Masters is still the fastest way! Qian Daoliu thought to himself.
By now, Qian Daoliu knew that the "fallen ones" he spoke of and the Evil Soul Masters of this era were the same kind of Soul Master; they simply called them by different names.
With the support of his Soul Core, Qian Daoliu could now release his Breath of the Angel without restraint!
So whenever Qian Daoliu passed Evil Soul Masters hiding in the shadows, he would hear their miserable screams.
Then wisps of golden light and energy would flow into Qian Daoliu's body.
Just as Qian Daoliu had circled the entire city, his mental domain suddenly detected a disturbance. The girl who had released her Angel Martial Soul the day before was locked in a desperate fight deep in an alley with an Evil Soul Master at the Soul Douluo level. Her Soul Power was nearly spent, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Black deathly energy swirled around the Evil Soul Master. He glared at her and roared, "If you won't let me live, then we'll die together!"
His Soul Power surged wildly within him. He was clearly about to self-destruct.
The girl's face was deathly pale. With nowhere left to run, her eyes were full of despair.
At the critical moment, Qian Daoliu activated Breath of the Angel and instantly closed in on the Evil Soul Master who was about to self-destruct. A vast, sacred force crushed him in an instant, and he turned into a cloud of ashes on the spot.
But even as he died, he managed to trigger the evil power within him, unleashing a terrifying explosion.
Qian Daoliu had no time for any other move. He immediately spread the pure white angel wings behind him, wrapping them tightly around himself and the girl beside him, and forcibly withstood the furious blast.
After the explosion, Qian Daoliu looked down at the girl in his arms and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"
The girl was completely drained of strength. She instinctively tried to pull away from the person holding her, but with her Soul Power exhausted, her body was limp and powerless.
She barely managed to push herself away before her legs gave out beneath her. She toppled backward, unable to control herself, and fell helplessly into Qian Daoliu's arms once more. Her eyes were unfocused, and her breathing still came in quick, uneven bursts.
With no other choice, the girl lay in Qian Daoliu's arms and looked up at him. "Thank you!"
Before she could finish, she recognized Qian Daoliu's face. He was the Angel Douluo who had appeared the day before. The fear in her eyes vanished, replaced by sincere reverence and heartfelt admiration as she stared at him in a daze.
"You're His Holiness, the Angel!"
As she spoke, blood trickled from the corner of the girl's mouth.
By then, Bo Saixi and Kong Deming had reached Qian Daoliu.
Seeing this, Qian Daoliu frowned slightly. He gathered a wisp of gentle golden light at his fingertip and lightly touched it to the girl's brow. After probing her for a moment with his Soul Power, his brow furrowed even deeper. In a low but gentle voice, he said, "Don't speak."
When the girl tried to say something, he said sternly, "Your Soul Power is completely depleted, and your meridians are badly damaged. Speaking will only worsen your injuries. Steady your breathing first."
At his words, the girl's throat tightened, and she suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining Qian Daoliu's robes.
She clutched Qian Daoliu's sleeve with all her might and summoned the last of her strength. Her voice was faint, yet every word was clear, driven by the urgency of someone at death's door. "Your Holiness... here... this is the Evil Soul Masters' main base... There are... many more of them hiding deeper inside... Hurry... stop them..." Before she could finish, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness completely.
Hearing this, a murderous glint flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes. He handed the girl to Bo Saixi, then withdrew his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and charged into the building before them—the Qingse Hotel.
Bo Saixi and Kong Deming followed Qian Daoliu. At the same time, Kong Deming mobilized the Royal Soul Engineer Corps to surround the Qingse Hotel.
Before Qian Daoliu could enter, the hotel's guards blocked his way. "Who are you? Password!"
Kong Deming and Bo Saixi were completely in the dark.
Qian Daoliu was the one who used his god-level spiritual power to control the guards.
He had the guards lead them.
After winding through one passage after another behind the guards, Qian Daoliu and the others finally reached the underground space.
They stepped into an enormous hidden black market beneath Ming Capital.
The place was dim and chilly, wreathed in black mist. Soul Masters came and went, trading among themselves. The shelves were packed with sinister Soul Bones, vicious Soul Tools, and forbidden manuals. Many desperate outlaws bought and sold contraband there. An eerie, sinister air hung over everything, and every corner reeked of corruption.
Sinister signs stood everywhere. Each was a black circular plaque marked with twisting, blood-red ripples, with a skull embedded at their center.
As soon as the three of them entered the black market, two shadowy figures darted out from behind shelves in the darkness. They stared at Qian Daoliu, their pupils contracting as terror instantly overtook their faces. One of them lowered his voice, panicked and wary, and urgently tugged at his companion's sleeve. "Damn it, it's the Angel Douluo from yesterday! How did he find this place? Run! It'll be too late if we don't!"
The other man trembled all over and nodded repeatedly. They were about to retreat quietly when Qian Daoliu's spiritual power locked onto them.
"Trying to run now—isn't it a little late for that?"
Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened as he instantly saw through their true cultivation levels, and a flicker of surprise crossed his mind. Both shadowy figures were Titled Douluo powerhouses. One had a deep, steady aura and was clearly a Level 97 Super Douluo.
Their auras were sinister and strange, and dense deathly energy swirled around them. Qian Daoliu sensed their formidable strength but had no idea who they were, and his expression grew colder.
They were none other than Nangong Wan, the Holy Spirit Cult's Second Elder, and Feng Ling, its Vice Leader.
Qian Daoliu's gaze was as cold as a blade. A faint golden light had already risen around him, and the sacred power clashed fiercely with the black market's sinister aura. In a deep voice, he ordered, "Bo Saixi, the Titled Douluo on the left is yours. Keep her occupied, and don't give her a moment to catch her breath!"
Before the words had even faded, he shifted slightly and fixed his eyes on Feng Ling, whose aura was stronger. "I'll take the Level 97 one!"
Then two Soul Skills and a Domain burst forth in a thunderous release. "Seventh Soul Skill—Angel True Body!"
"Angel Domain!"
"Ninth Soul Skill—Breath of the Angel!"
The low-ranking Evil Soul Masters around them instantly turned to ash. Streams of light poured into Qian Daoliu's body, and he felt his spirit lift as his strength improved slightly once more.
Only Nangong Wan and Feng Ling remained, struggling desperately.
Bo Saixi gave a slight nod and handed the Angel Girl to Kong Deming. Blue-gold Soul Power stirred quietly around her, and a gentle yet sharp tide rose at her feet. She approached Nangong Wan slowly, her expression composed and unruffled.
Qian Daoliu turned to Kong Deming, his tone stern. "Hold the edge of the black market. Mobilize the Soul Engineer Corps to establish a blockade and make sure no Evil Soul Masters escape. If anything happens, send support immediately!"
Kong Deming took the Angel Girl and accepted the order at once. He quickly withdrew to the perimeter, Soul Tool Shields flashing around him as they instantly enclosed the entire underground black market.
"We'll fight them to the death!"
Nangong Wan and Feng Ling knew they had nowhere left to retreat. They released their Martial Souls one after another, preparing to stake their lives in a final fight against the two Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi.
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