Jiang Mo Douluo: I'm Here! Where Do You Think You're Running?!

Deep within the Sea of Spirit.

The pure golden sea of consciousness had long since vanished, replaced by a roiling blood-red purgatory that devoured every trace of holy aura.

Qian Renxue's weakened consciousness floated in midair.

Her once-clear, majestic golden eyes were now bloodshot as she stared fixedly ahead.

Her mind was blank.

Before her, a massive shadow towered between heaven and earth.

One half was crimson, dripping with thick blood; the other was pitch-black, swallowing all light.

Twelve wings!

Twelve enormous wings slowly beat in the void, whipping up a storm capable of tearing souls apart.

The ancient records passed down by Spirit Hall for ten thousand years stated that the pinnacle of the Angel Martial Soul was six wings.

Six wings meant Divine Level!

That was the highest bloodline blessing left behind by the Angel God of the God Realm, a Divine Level Martial Soul of Douluo Continent.

Yet Qian Sha Yu had awakened a Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul!

This utterly exceeded Qian Renxue's understanding and shattered the common sense she had built over more than twenty years.

"You..."

Qian Renxue's lips trembled, her voice dry and rough as though it had been scraped across sandpaper.

"What... exactly are you?"

There was no response.

Qian Sha Yu did not bother with her at all.

His eyes were slightly closed as he greedily sorted through the surging power within his body.

It was an incomparably violent, terrifying energy that nearly burst his meridians apart.

Ultimate slaughter intertwined with ultimate dark corruption.

Dual attributes.

"Heh."

Qian Sha Yu let out an exceedingly delighted chuckle in his heart.

Slaughter and corruption.

This is what deserves to be called a true Divine Level Martial Soul!

A Six-Winged Angel?

Could something only fit to glow in a church and play holy fraud possibly