I, Yu Xiaogang, Will Destroy Spirit Hall

"Eighth Soul Skill: Holy Light Judgment!"

A pillar of judgmental holy light suddenly descended from the heavens, enveloping Lu Xuan and leaving behind a mark of judgment. Then, terrifying sacred-flame sword energy came screaming in, detonating with pinpoint force.

Qian Daoliu had gone straight for his eighth soul skill, his resentment running deep.

He had not expected Lu Xuan's first five soul skills to all be enhancement-type skills. Seeing Lu Xuan casually swing his sword, he had thought they would merely exchange a few moves and test each other out. Who would have thought he would nearly be taken down?

Fortunately, although he had been careless this time—

He had still dodged.

If not for the Six-Winged Angel's exceptional speed, as well as the sturdiness of the divine Angel God Sword, he would not have gotten away with merely light injuries.

"Godslayer True Form!"

Faced with Qian Daoliu's high-damage killing move—

Lu Xuan did not dare underestimate it.

He immediately unleashed his Martial Soul True Form.

The Godslayer Sword in his hand shot into the sky and rapidly expanded.

The sword stretched across the heavens, blocking the terrifying sword energy crashing down from the holy pillar.

With the enhancement of five soul skills and his Martial Soul True Form, the Godslayer Sword's durability was absurdly powerful. Qian Daoliu's judgmental holy light was entirely blocked, while the Godslayer Sword remained as immovable as a fortress.

Exchanges between powerful experts were always plain and unadorned.

One side attacked, while the other dodged or blocked.

If you could neither dodge nor block, then you died.

"Sixth Soul Skill: Autumn Water Mirror Illuminating the Spirit Platform!"

"Buzz~"

The Godslayer Sword trembled, letting out a soft hum.

A vast expanse of autumn water emerged high in the sky, boundless and endless, reflecting both Lu Xuan and Qian Daoliu within it. It was so clear that it resembled a bright mirror suspended in the heavens.

It did not reflect only Qian Daoliu.

Even Spirit City below was reflected within it.

Spirit Hall.

When Chrysanthemum Douluo saw the Autumn Water Bright Mirror in the high heavens, memories from his childhood suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"Chrysanthemum Pass, sissy, freak!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Scenes of being bullied by children his own age and older children during his youth reappeared before him, and uncontrollable killing intent surged within his heart.

Ghost Douluo clutched his head in even greater pain.

One brutal scene after another surfaced in his eyes.

His village had been slaughtered, his family had died miserably, his chest had been pierced through, and the fallen ones' wild laughter rang in his ears as the entire village was consumed by blazing flames...

It had also been that time when he had miraculously "returned from the dead" and awakened the Ghost Charm Martial Soul.

"Damn it! You all deserve to die!"

Ghost Douluo's shadow suddenly began to move, baring its fangs and claws like a ghostly monster waiting to devour someone.

Yet Qian Xunji, at the forefront, was different.

Bibi Dong's graceful figure hazily appeared in his eyes...

Bibi Dong had only been a young girl then, yet she had already developed very well. By chance, he had once seen her wearing purple sleepwear, looking exceptionally alluring.

"Dong'er, you are mine..."

Qian Xunji's gaze was unfocused as he muttered to himself.

Not long after—

He began laughing wildly.

"Hahaha! I, Qian Xunji, am the true master of this continent!"

Original timeline—

After Lu Xuan used the soul skill "Autumn Water Mirror Illuminating the Spirit Platform," the perspective of the enormous Sky Screen suddenly shifted, clearly showing everyone in Spirit Hall's reactions.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's change of expression, Ghost Douluo's emotional outburst, Qian Xunji's abnormal behavior...

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo watched their "selves" within the Sky Screen.

Understanding suddenly dawned upon them.

Chrysanthemum Douluo exclaimed in realization:

"It is the Supreme Douluo's sixth soul skill!"

"Autumn Water Bright Mirror reflects one's true heart!"

"If I am not mistaken, the effect of his sixth soul skill is to reveal the deepest obsession in someone's heart, thereby shaking their resolve and exposing their weaknesses!"

Both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had childhoods not worth remembering.

Ghost Douluo in particular had truly taken a trip to the gates of hell, only to be sent back by the King of Hell.

Therefore—

Even after becoming Titled Douluo, their childhood experiences remained scars buried deep in their hearts.

"Crack—"

A sudden crisp sound interrupted Chrysanthemum Douluo's train of thought.

He and Ghost Douluo looked toward the source.

They saw only a slender, fair hand tightly gripping the armrest. The Papal Throne, forged entirely from gold, had actually had a corner snapped off by force!

A violent killing intent and deep-seated malice—

Quietly rose into the air.

Even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, both Titled Douluo, trembled in fear and fell silent!

Chrysanthemum Douluo nearly wanted to cry.

He did not dare raise his head to look at Bibi Dong's expression at all!

Bibi Dong's face was dark, like storm clouds blotting out the sun.

She had taken every word Chrysanthemum Douluo said to heart.

This Supreme Douluo's sixth soul skill could reflect a person's true heart and illuminate the obsessions within. It could reveal tragic experiences, and naturally, it could also reveal intense desires.

Thus, Qian Xunji's words, "Dong'er, you are mine,"—

Had completely exposed his beastly ambitions!

One had to know that Bibi Dong had not yet fallen in love with Yu Xiaogang at this time, yet Qian Xunji had already harbored desires that defied morality!

The hatred in her heart nearly swallowed Bibi Dong whole.

She even wanted to charge into the timeline where the Sky Screen was located regardless of the cost. No matter what price she had to pay, she wanted to torture Qian Xunji to death and expose his true face to the world!

Beneath the Sky Screen, quite a few people also noticed Qian Xunji's words, "Dong'er, you are mine," and revealed subtle expressions.

Among them, Yu Xiaogang was the most emotional.

Tears filled the corners of his eyes, and grief and indignation filled his heart.

"Bibi Dong, was this why you broke up with me?"

"Heh, heh. I, Yu Xiaogang, really misjudged you!"

"Was the Pope's position really so tempting? Were you really so unwilling to give up wealth and glory? Do you know what I gave up for you?!"

He, Yu Xiaogang, had given her his sincere love!

That was worth more than any material condition.

It was the most precious thing in the world!

Yet there were always women who chased wealth and betrayed sincerity.

"I, Yu Xiaogang, swear!"

"One day, I will personally destroy Spirit Hall!"

Sky Screen timeline—

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes.

Yet a graceful figure still flashed through his mind.

Long wavy hair as blue as the ocean, an incomparably beautiful face, snow-white skin, a tall figure, and the heroic spirit of a woman unwilling to be inferior to any man.

How nostalgic, Bo Saixi.

"Thank you."

Qian Daoliu had his eyes closed, yet he suddenly spoke.

He thanked Lu Xuan for helping him recover that figure from his memories once more, so vivid and clear, as though she stood before his eyes.

Lu Xuan, however, sighed.

"Grand Priest, you are even harder to deal with than I expected."

His sixth soul skill, "Autumn Water Mirror Illuminating the Spirit Platform," could reflect an opponent's true heart and thereby uncover weaknesses. It sounded invincible, but it was not without a countermeasure.

As long as the opponent could face their obsession directly and hold fast to their true heart, it would suffice.

Qian Daoliu still missed Bo Saixi, but he had already let go of his obsession with possessing her.

But that did not mean Lu Xuan's sixth soul skill had become useless.

Lu Xuan held two fingers together like a sword and slid them across the Godslayer Sword.

The blade was like a mirror.

Under the refraction of sunlight, it shone brilliantly.

A red-robed figure stepped out from the pool of autumn water.

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted violently.

"Bo Saixi!"