Qian Xunji Is Dead, the Dream Repeats

"An arm trying to stop a chariot!"

"Ninth Soul Skill, Angelic Glory!"

Qian Xunji clasped his hands together in the sky. Behind him, the angel phantom gathered vast golden light and fired a gigantic beam of destruction.

A pair of red-and-blue wings condensed from soul power suddenly sprouted from Bai Fan's back. He shot into the sky and collided with Qian Xunji's soul skill.

Five lotuses spun before Bai Fan, emanating an incomparable aura.

The lotuses clashed with Angelic Glory, neither side giving way.

"Break for me!" Qian Xunji shouted, increasing his soul power output.

The golden Angelic Light slowly began to suppress Bai Fan.

Inside the Consecration Hall, Qian Daoliu stroked his beard, his expression somewhat dejected.

"Child, if only your talent were a little stronger!"

Qian Xunji, wings spread behind him, sneered. "In a moment, I'll personally crush every bone in your body."

"Is that so? I'm afraid you won't live to see that moment."

The mask on Bai Fan's face suddenly shattered, revealing a face covered in sword scars. He flashed an unrestrained smile. The twitching muscles of his scarred face made him appear especially sinister.

"Explode!"

Bai Fan's first five Soul Rings instantly exploded. Pure soul power surged into his body, and in that instant, he broke through the barrier to become a Titled Douluo.

Unlike the Clear Sky Sect's Ring Detonation, Bai Fan's act was entirely a self-destructive fighting method. His Soul Rings would never recover; he was staking everything on this single gamble.

Soul Masters on Douluo Continent all regarded their Soul Rings as their greatest trump cards, forgetting that they themselves were the foundation of everything.

The reason the Clear Sky Sect possessed the secret art of Ring Detonation was because it had been refined through the accumulated experience of generation after generation.

Detonating Soul Rings was not difficult. The difficult part was restoring them afterward.

The force generated at the instant the Soul Rings exploded directly repelled Qian Xunji's Angelic Glory.

Qian Xunji revealed a stunned expression. In that brief moment of hesitation, Bai Fan rapidly closed in on him.

Four lotuses—white, red, gold, and green—attached themselves to Qian Xunji's back.

The World-Destroying White Lotus radiated icy killing intent, continuously damaging Qian Xunji.

The Faith Red Lotus's scorching power of faith burned Qian Xunji's consciousness.

The transformative power of the Radiant World Golden Lotus restricted the circulation of Qian Xunji's soul power.

As for the World-Nurturing Green Lotus, it continuously devoured Qian Xunji's life force.

"You annoying flies, get the hell away from me!"

The four lotuses clung to Qian Xunji's body like maggots on bone, making him extremely irritable.

Bai Fan ignored the enraged Qian Xunji. The Mystic Azure Lotus gathered in his palm, while two streams of red-and-blue liquid circulated within it.

Under Bai Fan's control, the two streams rapidly spun, forming a Taiji yin-yang fish pattern inside the azure lotus.

"Qian Xunji, I'll repay every humiliation from that day in full right now."

The azure lotus shot toward the furious Qian Xunji at tremendous speed. The Yin-Yang Azure Lotus entered through Qian Xunji's back and pierced into his heart.

The originally enraged Qian Xunji only felt a violent twisting pain in his chest. Then, his entire body went limp. He lost control of his soul power and plummeted rapidly.

He smashed a massive crater into the ground.

As the dust dispersed, the scene within the crater was revealed.

Bai Fan stepped on Qian Xunji's head, looking down at him like a god.

"I, Bai Fan, always keep my word. Today, I'll repay you double for the torment Dong'er suffered!"

Qian Xunji, pinned beneath his foot, coughed up blood and spoke with difficulty.

"Cough, cough. So what if you won? I'm the Pope of Spirit Hall. If you kill me, I guarantee you won't leave Spirit Hall alive."

Even at the brink of death, Qian Xunji still had to make threats.

"If you've got the guts, kill me. Trash will always be trash." Qian Xunji continued provoking Bai Fan, a crazed expression on his face.

The enormous sense of disparity and humiliation had driven him mad.

The moment Qian Daoliu in the Consecration Hall saw Qian Xunji being humiliated, he dispatched Golden Crocodile Douluo to rescue him.

Within the crater, Bai Fan lowered his head and whispered into Qian Xunji's ear.

"Who told you I intended to leave Spirit Hall alive?"

Qian Xunji's pupils constricted. Terror appeared on his once-arrogant, crazed face.

"Let me go. I can guarantee that you'll leave Spirit Hall safely."

Few people could remain composed when facing death, especially a foolish and reckless Pope like Qian Xunji.

The higher one stood, the more one feared death.

"Weren't you acting so arrogant just now? Why do you look like this now? It seems you're still very afraid of dying!"

Bai Fan mocked Qian Xunji as he begged humbly for mercy, showing not the slightest pity.

"Remember this. The one killing you is Bai Fan, not that trash Yu Xiaogang!"

Qian Xunji was still wondering who Bai Fan was when searing pain swept through his mind. His body began to rot from the inside out.

"No, don't kill me!"

Qian Xunji's eyes widened as his entire body convulsed without stop.

The Yin-Yang Azure Lotus inside him exploded at his heart. Yin-yang power eroded his internal organs, while the ultimate powers of ice and fire ravaged his body.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Golden Crocodile True Form!"

A gigantic golden crocodile sent Bai Fan flying. Qian Xunji's miserable state entered Golden Crocodile Douluo's sight. Qian Xunji's rotting body had now completely lost all signs of life.

"No, my son!" Qian Daoliu, who had been seated high within the Consecration Hall, roared upon seeing Qian Xunji's corpse.

The aura of a Limit Douluo soared into the heavens, and heaven and earth changed color.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, who stood closest to Bai Fan, trembled all over.

"I'm going to kill you!"

No one had expected Bai Fan to truly dare kill Qian Xunji, and this infuriated Golden Crocodile.

The tail of the Golden Crocodile King repeatedly lashed toward Bai Fan.

Bai Fan had now lost the support of his soul power. The aura of a Titled Douluo he had possessed moments ago had directly fallen to the level of a Soul Douluo.

Bai Fan only defended himself. There was calculation in his expression, as if he were waiting for something.

Under Golden Crocodile Douluo's relentless attacks, Bai Fan's body became increasingly battered. The World-Nurturing Green Lotus's healing could no longer keep up with his injuries.

Golden Crocodile charged again and again, shattering every bone in Bai Fan's limbs. Bai Fan no longer had the strength to resist.

Bai Fan lay quietly on the ground as Qian Daoliu slowly walked toward him, his aged face filled with an indelible chill.

"Soon. Come a little closer."

Bai Fan muttered indistinctly.

"Rescue the boss! Brothers of the Republic Empire, charge with me!"

A resounding shout rang out, followed closely by a dense mass of troops.

Obvious panic appeared on Bai Fan's formerly composed face.

Da Niu, using Heavenly Law, Earthly Form, kicked open the gates of Spirit City. A group of warriors held Gatlings and fired wildly.

Since the Republic Empire had conquered the Haagendas Kingdom, it had relied on the region's abundant mineral resources and a group of blacksmiths to develop Gatlings.

"Boss, we're here to save you!"

Da Niu shouted, announcing his arrival.

Bai Fan exhausted his last bit of strength and shouted, "Get lost! Get the hell back!"

Then, helplessness arose in Bai Fan's heart. All of this had appeared in his dream.

In the dream, Da Niu had sacrificed himself to save him, except Da Niu had only been an ordinary person then.

He had already done everything he could to prevent the dream from repeating itself. Why had things still reached this point? Bai Fan unwillingly slammed his fist against the ground.

As expected, the Republic Empire's soldiers were surrounded and slaughtered by Spirit Hall's Soul Master legion.

Within only a few breaths, the Republic Empire had lost several hundred men.

The Republic Empire's soldiers continued to pour in, using their lives to wear down Spirit Hall's Soul Masters.

"An interesting army. Unfortunately, you followed the wrong master. Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

"Golden Crocodile, go kill them all! Leave none alive! It's time to show them the fist of Spirit Hall."