(Second update)
Seeing Yang Ming take the full force of her Angel Roar's mental damage and still act as though nothing had happened, Qian Renxue's cherry lips fell open, disbelief frozen in her beautiful eyes.
"Why are you completely unharmed? This is impossible!"
Anyone struck by Angel Roar would suffer violent mental tremors. If Yang Ming's spiritual power was less than half of Qian Renxue's, his soul would shatter outright, and his head would explode, killing him. If the difference was smaller than that, the attack would instead become a mental shock, inflicting mental damage and briefly stunning him.
As Qian Renxue understood it, even if Yang Ming had begun cultivating in his mother's womb, reaching the heights of a level-seventy Soul Saint before coming of age at eighteen would already have consumed all his energy and effort. He could not possibly have had any time left to temper his spiritual power.
And what about Qian Renxue herself?
Ever since assuming Xue Qinghe's identity and infiltrating the Heaven Dou Empire, Qian Renxue had meditated daily in the Crown Prince's Palace, constantly tempering her spiritual power. With ten years separating her age from Yang Ming's, her mental strength should have been overwhelming.
Yet now, never mind blowing Yang Ming's head apart with one strike—he had not suffered a damn thing!
If her upbringing had not forbidden her from swearing, Qian Renxue would have dearly loved to shout:
"Fuck!"
Seeing Yang Ming charge at her with his sword raised, Qian Renxue's pretty face paled slightly. She dared not meet him head-on.
The angel wings behind her beat furiously, carrying her around like a golden meteor as she fled in every direction.
The Six-Winged Angel truly deserved its reputation as a martial soul that ruled the skies. Even though Yang Ming could fly,