When Qian Sha Yu took control of Qian Renxue's body.
The terrifying strength of a level ninety-three Titled Douluo, the supreme physique of the Slaughter Demon Body, and the Killing Angel Martial Soul fully awakened!
High in the sky.
The expressions of the four Titled Douluo who had been aggressively suppressing Qian Renxue changed drastically.
"Boom!"
An incomparably violent gale of blood energy swept toward them.
The aura of the "Soul Sage Qian Renxue" before them soared geometrically.
In the blink of an eye, it broke through the bottlenecks of Soul Sage and Soul Douluo,
directly attaining the aura of a Titled Douluo on equal footing with them—if not even more oppressive.
"Th-this is impossible?!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo's pupils shrank sharply.
How could a Soul Sage in her seventies suddenly transform into a Titled Douluo right before their eyes?
"Tut, tut, tut. Freedom at last!"
Qian Sha Yu gently moved this delicate body that nonetheless contained world-destroying power.
The bones in his neck cracked loudly enough to make one's teeth ache.
He clenched his hand.
"Clang!"
The Slaughter Blood Sword condensed from thin air, carrying endless resentment, its tip pointing toward the heavens!
His gaze swept across the four utterly horrified figures in the air.
Qian Sha Yu flashed an evil grin, his eyes filled with the mocking madness of one looking at the dead.
"A chrysanthemum and a little ghost dare bring two ignorant dumb beasts to steal my spoils?"
"Courting death!"
Before the final note faded,
a skyful of blood-red wings erupted from Qian Sha Yu's back.
He transformed into a crimson afterimage, sword in hand as he charged straight at the four Titled Douluo.
A fierce battle erupted in the sky!
Chrysanthemum Douluo had not expected this. Qian Sha Yu had actually taken the initiative to attack.
His face went pale as he shouted, "Do not harm the young mistress! Just restrain her!"
If the young mistress was injured, they would be finished.
They merely wanted the young mistress to relinquish power. Why had she suddenly developed murderous intent?
Qian Sha Yu's sword struck with lightning speed!
The arc of Blood Slaughter Slash cleaved through the air, directly splitting apart Demon Bear Douluo's protective Soul Power before he could react.
"Fuck!"
Demon Bear Douluo's eyes bulged as he raised both arms to block.
Yet he was forced back again and again, his arms numb, his face filled with disbelief.
"That was absolutely an attack at the Titled Douluo level!"
"The young mistress isn't a Soul Sage! Stop standing around and attack!"
"Remember, under no circumstances can you hurt the young mistress!" Yue Guan still shrieked sharply.
No matter what, they could not injure Qian Renxue. That was an ironclad rule.
Otherwise, even Her Majesty the Pope would not be able to shield them from the Grand Elder.
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in his hand bloomed with dozens of golden rays, attempting to trap Qian Sha Yu.
But Qian Sha Yu's figure flickered strangely.
The Slaughter Blood Sword crushed every ray of golden light.
At the same time, he swept backward with inconceivable reflexes!
"Sshk!"
Gui Mei had crept closer while hidden in the shadows, but his body was struck by the sweeping sword. The black mist around him scattered violently as he groaned and stumbled out of the void.
Gui Mei's gaze turned grave. "Her perception is incredibly strong."
"Monster! The young mistress is simply a monster!" Ghost Leopard Douluo was thoroughly shaken.
The four veteran Titled Douluo elders had joined forces, yet they were being driven into a panic by a "Qian Renxue" whose aura had suddenly transformed.
Above Heaven Dou City, the sky changed color.
Rolling black clouds crushed the last trace of light, shrouding the entire imperial palace in dead silence.
The terrifying pressure of Titled Douluo-level power poured down like towering mountains, reducing the tiles below to dust.
"Don't look down on me!"
Demon Bear Douluo's roar tore through the night sky.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard Douluo did not dare truly attack.
Only he was being chased and hacked at by Qian Sha Yu. He was truly enraged, his body swelling violently into a Frenzied Bear dozens of meters tall.
The Frenzied Bear True Body, driven at full power!
"Roar!!!"
The Frenzied Bear let out a furious bellow!
Its enormous bear paw descended like a falling meteor, smashing toward Qian Sha Yu's head with the force to shatter mountains.
At this sight, Chrysanthemum Douluo nearly lost his soul. "Stop! You idiot! Who told you to go all out?!"
The air caved in beneath that tyrannical force.
"Good!"
A defiant smile curled across Qian Sha Yu's lips, and the crimson glow in his eyes flared brightly.
The Slaughter Blood Sword in his hand slashed through the air.
Silent Slaughter Sword Pressure!
A blood-red sword beam that connected heaven and earth tore through the void.
The massive Frenzied Bear True Body was struck head-on by the sword beam.
The overwhelming murderous energy tore through the Frenzied Bear's defenses like dry weeds.
"Roar!"
The giant bear let out a miserable cry and plummeted toward the ground.
When it landed, it gouged a deep trench through the palace square.
Bricks and stones exploded outward, while dust shot into the sky.
Qian Sha Yu suddenly turned and locked onto Ghost Leopard Douluo.
"Hiss!!!"
Seeing that things had gone badly, Ghost Leopard Douluo immediately shouted, "Stop holding back! The young mistress has gone mad with killing!"
He had realized it now—Qian Sha Yu was out to kill!
The Ghost Leopard True Body became a storm of darkness, charging toward Qian Sha Yu's back at extreme speed.
Its claws gleamed with bone-chilling cold as they stabbed toward Qian Sha Yu's wings.
Even if they could not hurt the young mistress, they had to at least render her temporarily incapable of fighting.
Even then, he did not forget to urge her verbally. "Young Mistress, please stop at once!"
But Qian Sha Yu ignored him.
The six crimson wings on his back suddenly solidified.
External Soul Bone—Slaughter Angel Six Wings activated!
The wings beat, shattering the sound barrier.
In an instant, his speed broke through the limits of heaven and earth, leaving only an illusory afterimage where he had stood.
Ghost Leopard Douluo's claws struck empty air, and a chill ran through his heart.
"You dare show off with that little speed?"
The next second, Qian Sha Yu appeared at Ghost Leopard Douluo's side, dragging his blood sword diagonally across.
Annihilating Angel Slash!
A cold blood-red arc sliced through the void.
"Splat!"
Blood sprayed through the air as Ghost Leopard Douluo cried out and retreated. A terrifying wound deep enough to expose bone had been carved across his chest.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei watched from the side, their courage shattered.
What Soul Sage in her seventies was this?
She was clearly a peerless old demon who killed without blinking.
Qian Sha Yu stood in the air, his blood sword untouched by a single drop of blood.
One Soul Ring after another appeared around him.
Eight black, one red!
Eight Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, deep and dark as ink, revolved around him.
The blood-red Soul Ring at the very top emitted scarlet flames that filled the sky, along with an oppressive, violent aura.
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!
Yue Guan's eyes bulged as his entire body trembled violently.
"Eight black and one red?"
"That's impossible!"
How could their Soul Sage young mistress possess such an absurd Soul Ring configuration?
Qian Sha Yu held his sword horizontally before him and smiled mockingly.
"What, are the elders of Papal Hall really this ignorant?"
"You few think you can come to Heaven Dou City and steal the empire I fought to build?"
Deep within the Sea of Spirit, Qian Renxue witnessed everything through his perspective.
Her soul trembled.
This body was clearly hers!
Yet that rampant, heaven-shaking murderous intent, as well as that wild and unrestrained laughter, all came from Qian Sha Yu.
Watching Qian Sha Yu wear her peerlessly beautiful face while speaking the cruelest words,
sending Demon Bear flying with one sword strike,
and grievously wounding Ghost Leopard with another,
that simple, brutal release of using violence to suppress violence pierced her mind like an electric current.
"How could this be..."
Qian Renxue murmured, her mind thrown into turbulent waves.
Twenty years of infiltration.
She had been cautious at every step, terrified of exposing even the slightest flaw.
She had believed political schemes were the proper path, and that restraint and patience were wisdom.
But how had it ended?
Tang San had smashed her chessboard to pieces with a single heavy punch.
Bibi Dong had sent people to stand over her and seize the fruits of her labor.
The dignity she had painstakingly maintained was, in others' eyes, merely a cake that could be divided up at any moment.
Qian Sha Yu's mocking voice drifted through her mind.
"Do you see it now, my dear original body?"
"What infiltration and coup? Did you really think you were playing some grand game?"
"Before absolute power, your gentleness, humility, restraint, and cunning are nothing but a colossal joke."
"Dignity exists only upon a sword's edge, and justice exists only within the range of Soul Skills!"
"You turned a god-tier account into a wage slave. How embarrassing."
"Watch closely. This is the kind of dominance the young mistress of Spirit Hall should possess!"
Qian Renxue clenched her teeth, and the confusion in her eyes gradually faded.
A surge of hot blood rose within her heart.
Using violence to crush the people who bullied her beneath her feet... why did merely watching it feel so satisfying?!
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