The Holy Spirit Cult's Lair, Angel Maiden

The evil soul masters' indiscriminate slaughter yesterday ignited the fury of the entire city, and the full might of the Sun Moon Empire's Ming Capital had been mobilized.

City defense forces and soul master legions were deployed in partitioned zones, Mingde Hall disciples coordinated the patrols, and even civilian soul masters joined in spontaneously. Centering on the Imperial City, they launched a carpet search through streets, buildings, and hidden corners, determined to sweep up every lurking evil soul master and restore peace to the Ming Capital.

This effort also included various factions affiliated with the empire's nobility.

Compared to the Sun Moon Empire's carpet search, Qian Daoliu's method was somewhat more savage.

The Six-Winged Angel martial soul unfolded behind Qian Daoliu, radiating ten thousand golden rays. The angelic form was holy and majestic, surrounded by a warm, divine radiance as he slowly circled the city.

The commoners below, witnessing this miraculous sight, all knelt and kowtowed, believing the Angel God had descended to the mortal realm. They prayed piously, murmuring incantations.

However, compared to the previous day, the energy he gained was significantly less, and Qian Daoliu frowned slightly at this.

It seems that killing evil soul masters is still the fastest way! Qian Daoliu thought to himself.

By now, Qian Daoliu understood that the "fallen ones" he spoke of and the current "evil soul masters" were the same type of soul master, merely referred to by different names.

Thanks to the enhancement of his soul core, Qian Daoliu could now unleash his "Breath of the Angel" without restraint!

Consequently, whenever Qian Daoliu passed by evil soul masters hiding in the shadows, he could always hear their miserable shrieks from the darkness.

Following these cries, wisps of golden light and energy would flow into Qian Daoliu's body.

Just as Qian Daoliu finished circling the city, his spiritual domain suddenly detected an anomaly. He saw the girl who had unleashed her angel martial soul the day before locked in a life-or-death struggle with a Soul Douluo-level evil soul master deep in an alley. The girl's soul power was already exhausted, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

The evil soul master was wreathed in pitch-black death energy, his eyes glinting with ferocious light as he roared, "If you won't let me live, then we'll die together!"

The soul power within his body surged violently; he was clearly preparing to self-destruct.

The girl's face turned deathly pale. With no way to dodge, her eyes were filled with despair.

At the critical moment, Qian Daoliu channeled his "Breath of the Angel," his figure instantly closing in on the evil soul master. A vast, holy power crushed the man in an instant, turning him into flying ash on the spot.

Yet, even in his final moments, the man had triggered the explosion of his internal evil power, and a terrifying blast erupted.

With no time for other actions, Qian Daoliu immediately spread his pure, white angelic wings, wrapping them tightly around himself and the young girl to shield them, forcibly blocking the violent shockwave.

After the explosion, Qian Daoliu looked at the girl in his arms and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

The girl was completely drained of strength. Subconsciously, she tried to break free from the embrace of the person before her, but her soul power was depleted, leaving her body limp and powerless.

As she exerted the slightest effort, her legs gave way. Unable to control herself, she tipped backward and fell helplessly back into Qian Daoliu's arms, her eyes slightly unfocused and her breathing still ragged.

With no other choice, the girl could only lie in Qian Daoliu's arms, looking up to thank him: "Thank you!"

Before she could finish, she saw Qian Daoliu's face and instantly recognized him as the Angel Douluo who had appeared yesterday. The fear in her eyes vanished, replaced by genuine reverence and deep admiration as she stared at him in a daze.

"You are the Angel Crown Prince!"

As she spoke, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, Bo Saixi and Kong Deming had already arrived at Qian Daoliu's side.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu frowned slightly. He condensed a wisp of soft golden light at his fingertip and gently touched the center of the girl's brow. After probing with his soul power for a moment, his frown deepened. He spoke in a low, gentle tone: "Do not speak."

Seeing the girl attempt to talk, he said sternly, "Your soul power is completely hollowed out, and your meridians are severely damaged. Speaking will only worsen your injuries. Stabilize your breathing first."

Hearing this, the girl's throat tightened, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining Qian Daoliu's lapel.

She gripped his sleeve tightly, using her last ounce of strength. Her voice was weak but every word was clear, laced with a dying urgency: "Crown Prince... here... this is the base of the evil soul masters... they... they still have many people hiding deep inside... quickly... stop them..." Before she could finish, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness entirely.

Hearing this, a fierce light flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes. He handed the girl to Bo Saixi, then retracted his Six-Winged Angel martial soul and charged into the building before them—the Qingse Hotel.

Bo Saixi and Kong Deming followed Qian Daoliu, while Kong Deming mobilized the Royal Soul Engineer Corps to surround the Qingse Hotel completely.

Before Qian Daoliu could enter, he was blocked by the hotel guards: "Who goes there? Give the password!"

Both Kong Deming and Bo Saixi were completely in the dark.

It was Qian Daoliu who used his god-level spiritual power to control the guards.

He made the guards lead the way for them.

Following the guards, Qian Daoliu and the others navigated through several twists and turns before entering the underground space.

Stepping into the depths, the vast space turned out to be a hidden black market beneath the Ming Capital.

It was dim and cold, swirling with black mist. Numerous soul masters were trading, and the shelves were filled with sinister soul bones, toxic soul tools, and forbidden texts. Many desperate outlaws bought and sold contraband here; the place was permeated with an eerie, sinister atmosphere, hiding all manner of filth.

Evil symbols were erected everywhere—a pitch-black circular plaque with a twisted, blood-red water pattern in the center, embedded with a skull.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the black market, two dark shadows darted out from the shadows of the shelves. They stared fixedly at Qian Daoliu, their pupils constricting, their expressions turning instantly terrified. One of them lowered their voice, filled with panic and wariness, and tugged urgently at their 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 wait!"

The other person trembled all over and nodded repeatedly. Just as the two were about to sneak away, they were firmly locked in place by Qian Daoliu's spiritual power.

"You two, isn't it a bit late to be thinking about running now?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened, instantly discerning their true cultivation levels, and he felt a slight surprise. These two shadows were both Title Douluo powerhouses. One of them possessed a thick, steady aura—she was clearly a level 97 Super Douluo.

Their auras were sinister and strange, wreathed in dense death energy. Although Qian Daoliu sensed their formidable strength, he did not recognize their identities, and his expression grew increasingly cold.

These two were none other than the Second Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, Nangong Wan, and the Deputy Sect Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, Feng Ling.

Qian Daoliu's eyes were as cold as blades, and a faint golden light began to radiate from his body. As his holy power collided violently with the sinister aura of the black market, he ordered in a deep voice: "Bo Saixi, the Title Douluo on the left is yours. You must pin her down; do not give her a moment to breathe!"

Before the words had even faded, his figure flickered, his gaze locking onto the one with the more potent aura, Feng Ling. "The level 97 one is mine!"

Following this, two great soul skills and one domain were unleashed with a roar: "Seventh Soul Skill—True Body of the Angel!"

"Angel Domain!"

"Ninth Soul Skill—Breath of the Angel!"

The low-level evil soul masters in the vicinity were instantly reduced to ashes, and streaks of light converged into Qian Daoliu's body. Qian Daoliu felt his spirit surge, his strength improving slightly once more.

Only Nangong Wan and Feng Ling remained, struggling bitterly.

Bo Saixi gave a slight nod, handed the angel girl over to Kong Deming, and allowed her blue-gold soul power to surge quietly. A gentle yet sharp aura of water rippled around her as she slowly approached Nangong Wan, her expression calm and unruffled.

Qian Daoliu turned to Kong Deming, his tone grave: "Guard the perimeter of the black market. Mobilize the soul engineer legion to establish a blockade and prevent any evil soul masters from seizing the chance to escape. If there is any movement, provide support immediately!"

Kong Deming took the angel girl and immediately acknowledged the order, retreating rapidly to the edge. His soul guidance barrier flickered, instantly encompassing the entire underground black market.

"Fight them to the death!"

Knowing there was no way out, Nangong Wan and Feng Ling released their martial souls, preparing to stake everything on a desperate battle against the two Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi.