Martial soul unleashed! Spirit rings revealed! The crowd was stunned! Impossible! How could he have done it!?

The spectator stands erupted.

Bibi Dong sat in the VIP seats, her expression calm, but a barely perceptible ripple passed through the depths of her eyes.

She had long known Qian Renxue would come, but actually seeing her appear in the arena in her Six-Winged Angel form still stirred complicated feelings.

On Shrek's side, everyone's expression changed.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply.

The Six-Winged Angel, the Qian Family, Spirit Hall's royal bloodline.

He had studied martial soul theory for years and knew the Qian Family's history like the back of his hand.

Throughout Spirit Hall's history, this martial soul had almost never been revealed lightly. Every generation's bearer of the Six-Winged Angel was one of Spirit Hall's most closely guarded trump cards.

Now it had appeared on the stage of the finals-and as an opponent.

"The Six-Winged Angel..." Tang San's voice sounded dry. "Spirit Hall is playing for keeps."

Dai Mubai clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked. "A level sixty-nine peak Soul Emperor, plus the Angel Domain. Other than Huang Yun, nobody on the Imperial Fighting Team can withstand her."

Xiao Wu's face paled.

As a soul beast, she felt an instinctive pressure before the angel martial soul. That light power naturally suppressed her aura.

She instinctively shrank back behind Tang San.

Ning Rongrong's hand stopped in midair, still holding her teacup.

Her gaze shifted from Qian Renxue to Huang Yun.

Huang Yun still stood where he was, both hands in his pockets, looking up at Qian Renxue in the air. His expression was as calm as if he were looking at an ordinary cloud.

"He isn't panicking at all," Ning Rongrong murmured.

Oscar swallowed. "That's the Six-Winged Angel, Spirit Hall's divine inheritance martial soul. How can he have no reaction at all?"

Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Flame churned restlessly