A One-Sided Massacre, Ninth Soul Skill: Angel Breath!

The night wailed. Outside the Star Luo Imperial Palace, blood flowed like a river, and the heavy stench of blood rushed at them, choking them so badly they could barely open their eyes.

The soldiers and Soul Masters, along with the Royal Knights' elites and the elite Soul Masters of the major clans, charged at Qian Daoliu from all directions, intending to wear him down and kill him here.

Faced with the overwhelming cries of battle and the countless attacking Spirit Skills raining down upon him, Qian Daoliu remained expressionless.

He lightly tapped the ground with his foot, and his body gradually rose into the air. Like an angel, he slowly ascended to a height of a hundred meters.

"What is he trying to do?!" Patriarch Zhu looked up at Qian Daoliu, who had already flown high into the sky.

The instant he saw the nine Spirit Rings abruptly rise beneath the man's feet, he froze. Cold sweat poured down his back, soaking his clothes.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red Spirit Rings!

When the final red Spirit Ring, emanating terrifying power, appeared, Patriarch Zhu's eyes nearly split apart.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!" Patriarch Zhu's face turned deathly pale in an instant. Though he did not recognize the man before him—after all, he had never met Qian Daoliu—

he understood exactly what such a Spirit Ring configuration meant! Especially that final Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

"Retreat! The entire army, defend! That's a Titled Douluo's ultimate skill, the Ninth Soul Skill! Stop him! Stop him!"

Patriarch Zhu roared with all his strength, but it was already too late. Qian Daoliu had unleashed his Spirit Skill.

"It's too late." Qian Daoliu's icy voice exploded beside everyone's ears like peals of rolling thunder.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Angel Breath!"

As Qian Daoliu spoke, that dazzling red Spirit Ring suddenly erupted with brilliant crimson light, so blinding that no one could keep their eyes open.

"Buzz..."

Behind Qian Daoliu, the void twisted violently, and a hundred-meter-tall Angel God Statue rose from the ground!

Then, behind the statue, a towering angel phantom that blotted out the sky and covered the earth appeared. The entirety of Star Luo City seemed to be the altar of this angel.

There was no earth-shaking explosion, no deafening boom. Instead, a loud yet eerie musical note suddenly rang out between heaven and earth. It was like a light whistle casually blown by the Angel God.

The sound was incredibly soft and fine, yet it spread out in an instant.

Wherever the sound passed, time seemed to freeze at that very moment.

The bodies of the thousands of Star Luo soldiers and Soul Masters charging at the front froze mid-run. The next second, scalding blood burst simultaneously from their eye sockets, nostrils, ears, and mouths.

Pop, pop, pop—the crisp, dense sounds of bursting rang out continuously all around them.

No fleshly body could withstand it. Under Angel Breath's terrifying attack, hundreds and thousands of bodies suddenly exploded, turning into clouds of blood mist that scattered away.

"No... my body! My body is going to explode! Aahhh! What is happening to my body?!"

"My Soul Power is dissipating! Don't listen! Don't listen to that sound! Everyone, cover your ears!"

"It's useless! It's useless! Covering your ears won't work! This sound gets in everywhere! Aahhh!"

Whether ordinary soldiers, low-level Soul Masters, Royal Knights elites, or clan elites, cries of despair and agony rang out without end!

The Soul Masters frantically unleashed defensive Spirit Skills, trying to block that terrifying sonic attack. Yet no matter how they defended themselves, they still died! They still exploded into blood mist that filled the sky!

Pop, pop, pop—the explosions echoed out. Soul Ancestors exploded. Soul Kings exploded. Soul Emperors exploded.

Even Soul Saint powerhouses, who normally stood high above others and served as the backbone of their forces, began bleeding from all seven orifices only seconds after the melody began. Their bones shattered inch by inch before they finally exploded into blood mist.

The area before the Star Luo Imperial Palace instantly became hell.

"How is this possible?! This..." Patriarch Zhu collapsed onto the ground. He could only barely resist that terrifying melody.

He stared blankly at Qian Daoliu in midair. Looking at that utterly abnormal Spirit Ring configuration and the iconic Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, he seemed to recall something?!

"Eight black, one red... Angel Martial Soul... Hundred Thousand Years Ninth Soul Skill... Sky Undefeated."

Patriarch Zhu trembled all over. "I remember now. I remember everything. You are Spirit Hall's Great Pontiff, the Rank 99 Peerless Douluo, Senior Qian Daoliu, Sky Undefeated!"

Hearing Patriarch Zhu's tearful voice from below, Qian Daoliu's gaze remained as still as an ancient well. "You know now? Too late!"

His Ninth Soul Skill: Angel Breath was still exerting its force. Layer upon layer of golden sound waves surged forth like a killing machine.

After wiping out everyone below Soul Douluo, the terrifying attacks all fell upon the Soul Douluos.

With a pop, a Soul Douluo from one of the clans could no longer endure the horrifying attack, and his entire body exploded.

"Senior Qian Daoliu! Why?! When has our Star Luo Empire ever offended you?!" Patriarch Zhu's legs went limp, and he dropped heavily to his knees, terror flashing in his eyes.

A Rank 99 Peerless Douluo was an existence standing at the pinnacle of the entire Soul Master world on the Douluo Continent, an existence practically akin to a god.

Before such an existence, the army they had been so proud of was nothing more than ants. Even if every Soul Master and soldier stationed within Star Luo City came here, they could not possibly harm him in the slightest.

But he did not understand. Why had such a terrifying existence suddenly descended upon Star Luo City and begun slaughtering so recklessly?

This did not fit that family's usual way of doing things. Did they not pride themselves on being the continent's guardians? Why were they so cruel today?!

As Angel Breath gradually faded, the surroundings fell into dead silence. All the soldiers and Soul Masters had died. Those who could still barely stand or kneel were all Soul Douluo-level powerhouses.

Yet even Soul Douluo-level powerhouses were nothing more than ants before such an existence.

To this man, Soul Douluos were no different from the ordinary soldiers and low-level Soul Masters who had just died.

Qian Daoliu's eyes were cold as he slowly descended from the sky, instantly arriving before Patriarch Zhu.

Patriarch Zhu looked at the golden-haired old man before him, his face ashen. He did not even have the courage to summon his Martial Soul and resist.

Before a Rank 99 Peerless Douluo, he was merely a Soul Douluo. Any resistance would be laughable and absurd.

"Senior Qian Daoliu... this junior knows that death is unavoidable today!" Patriarch Zhu's voice trembled. "Could you at least let this junior die knowing why? When exactly did our Star Luo Empire offend you, Senior, to warrant your personal arrival in the imperial capital..."