Holy light illuminated the night, leaving every rat hiding in the dark corners nowhere to conceal itself before that pillar of light.
Dazzling, yet not glaring; warm, yet not scorching. That light felt like bathing in a spring breeze, like welcoming a second spring into one's life.
Two blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings hovered in midair. What did the moon over there amount to beside the pillar of light and Soul Rings before them?
Even the lights of all Mingdu paled before that pillar.
Yet for some people, such warm light was unbearably uncomfortable. Like a zombie encountering glutinous rice, or a vampire meeting garlic, their faces alone revealed how deeply they loathed and feared the pillar before them.
Fear was an instinct shared by every living creature, especially when facing a danger that could very well take their life outright. Courage could indeed break through fear, but clearly, Evil Soul Masters possessed no such admirable qualities.
Moreover, the oppressive Soul Power unique to a Titled Douluo was far too conspicuous. Someone who could absorb two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and dared cause such a commotion in a place like Mingdu was plainly beyond a mere Soul Sage's ability to provoke. He could have figured that out with his toes.
The pillar gradually dissipated, turning into specks of golden light that gathered in the sky and slowly revealed its true form.
Three pairs of holy wings, a face that, though indistinct, somehow conveyed beauty beyond compare, a tall, slender figure, and a longsword held in her hand.
An Angel Martial Soul! This was the absolute power an expert with an Angel Martial Soul could display! The sheer size of that Martial Soul Avatar was terrifying!
That mysterious angel Soul Master was probably more than a mere Titled Douluo.