The light gradually faded.
At last, the newcomer's true appearance was revealed.
She was a woman.
She wore a magnificent golden gown, its hem embroidered with intricate, sacred patterns.
A cascade of golden hair fell loosely down her back, each strand gleaming with flecks of gold beneath the sunlight.
Her beauty was beyond mortal.
Her exquisite features held not the slightest flaw.
Her skin was as fair as jade, seemingly delicate enough to break at a touch.
Especially those golden eyes.
Indifferent, yet imposing.
As though they could see through everything in the world.
Behind her spread three pairs of enormous, resplendent golden wings.
Six wings.
The ultimate Martial Soul of legend.
The Six-Winged Angel.
"Xue Qinghe?"
Tang Shuo stared at that familiar yet unfamiliar face and muttered instinctively.
That face clearly belonged to Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Yet her bearing was completely different.
The noble sanctity radiating from the depths of the woman's bloodline was something Xue Qinghe could never imitate.
No.
That was not right.
It was not imitation.
It was disguise.
Xue Qinghe was her.
She was the true original!
"Young... Young Mistress!"
Ling Yuan Douluo looked at the woman in the sky. Shock and panic appeared upon her icy face.
She dropped to one knee and lowered her proud head.
"Your subordinate Ling Yuan pays respects to the Young Mistress!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo and Demon Bear Douluo shuddered as well, hurriedly following her to one knee.
"Greetings, Young Mistress!"
Dugu Bo and Yu Leizhen wore expressions of utter disbelief.
They had never imagined that they would encounter Spirit Hall's legendary Holy Maiden here.
What they understood even less was this.
Why had she spoken up to stop her own people?
Qian Renxue's gaze swept faintly over the three kneeling figures.