Resonance of the Angel Martial Soul

Xue Qinghe and Meng Shenji stood side by side atop the tallest tower of Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

This was the Education Committee's observatory. The dome was wide open, and the night wind swept through the hall, making their robes snap loudly.

Looking down from here, they could take in the entire training ground at a glance—

Shattered dome glass, scorched sword marks covering the ground, railings knocked askew by shockwaves, and the two figures standing side by side at the center of the field.

A few spots of blood and dust stained the young man's white robes, yet the hand holding his sword remained as steady as a rock;

Several tears had been ripped into the girl's black dress by the thunderous blasts, but she still stood perfectly straight, with no fear in her deep blue eyes.

Across from them, Elder Yu Shan, an eighty-first-level Soul Douluo, was covered in writhing silver lightning snakes. His graying beard and hair stood on end in the electric light, and his aged face was filled with disbelief.

"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill from a fifty-fifth-level and a twenty-ninth-level soul master can contend with an eighty-first-level Soul Douluo?"

Xue Qinghe's voice was low, but it could not conceal the shock rising from his very bones.

His fingers unconsciously tightened around the marble railing of the observatory, his knuckles turning faintly white.

The Angel Martial Soul within him trembled lightly. It was not fear, but an inexplicable palpitation even he could not understand—

The instant that Seven-Colored Light Sword had struck out as the Hell Spirit Cat, the Angel Martial Soul within him had seemed to be lightly plucked by something.

Like a piano string that had lain silent for years suddenly being touched, it gave off a hum that only he could hear.

This feeling was exactly the same as when he had caught a distant glimpse of that young man outside a temple in Heaven Dou City several years ago. Only this time, it was stronger, clearer, and impossible for him to ignore.

He was already a seventy-eighth-level Soul Sage and bore the inheritance of the Angel God. Across the entire Heaven Dou Empire, fewer than five people could make him feel threatened.

Yet at this moment, he had to admit that if he were standing in that Soul Douluo's place and facing that sword strike, he was not confident he could retreat unscathed.

"Indeed. This Fang Fan is simply an unbelievably monstrous prodigy."

Meng Shenji stood with his hands behind his back, his lean figure resembling a towering pine in the night wind.

Complex emotions churned in those aged eyes that had seen so much of the world—amazement, confusion, and a faint hint of concern.

He had served as the chief of the Education Committee at Heaven Dou Royal Academy for so many years. He had seen more geniuses than there were parasol trees in the academy, but there had not been a single one like Fang Fan.

At thirteen or fourteen, he was already a fifty-fifth-level Soul King, possessed five Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, could kill geniuses of the same level with one sword, and could use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill to directly confront a Soul Douluo across two major realms.

This could no longer be described as "talent." He was a monster, a freak, an anomaly that did not belong to this era.

"What is even more baffling is that this old man has never heard of any clan possessing the Seven-Colored Light Sword Martial Soul. A family capable of raising such a descendant must possess unfathomable foundations.

Just how powerful is the force behind him?"

"Indeed. I investigated as well."

Xue Qinghe frowned slightly as all the intelligence he had gathered over the years flashed through his mind.

Spirit Hall's secret reports, the Heaven Dou Empire's archives, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence network—

Not a single source had been able to uncover this young man's origins.

It was as though he had appeared out of thin air in the Star Luo Wasteland, then made his way to Heaven Dou City. Every time he acted, he reshaped everyone's understanding of him.

"No clues were found. Whether it is the family or sect behind him, it is entirely blank.

But the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—"

His tone shifted, gaining a meaningful chill.

"They truly are rather arrogant.

When the younger one could not win, they sent in the older one.

If I am not mistaken, they are about to suffer a little."

"Do you think that Martial Soul Fusion Skill can defeat that Soul Douluo?"

Xue Qinghe turned to look at Meng Shenji. Moonlight coated his impossibly handsome profile with a silvery glow.

His tone was calm when he asked, but the probing glint in his eyes betrayed him—

What he truly wanted to know was not merely the outcome of this battle.

"Defeating him will likely be difficult.

After all, he is an eighty-first-level Soul Douluo. The disparity in Soul Power is there, and a battle of attrition would be unfavorable for them.

But a draw is possible."

Meng Shenji stroked his graying beard, his gaze returning to the white-robed figure on the training ground.

"That boy clearly has not gone all out—

Look at the rhythm of his attacks. When fighting Liu Erlong, one sword decided everything. When fighting Yu Tianheng, one sword killed him instantly. But now, against a Soul Douluo, he is taking it one move at a time.

This is not because he cannot win. He is using a Soul Douluo as a whetstone.

Using an eighty-first-level Soul Douluo for practice—this boy truly has the audacity to defy the heavens."

"Mm, indeed."

Xue Qinghe nodded slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Audacity to defy the heavens—this phrase truly suited Fang Fan perfectly.

He dared to kill Xue Beng in front of Xue Ye, dared to nail someone to a wall before the Poison Douluo and a prince, dared to make the young clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan bark like a dog, and dared to use an eighty-first-level Soul Douluo as a sparring partner.

This young man was either insane, or possessed trump cards sufficient to support all his madness. And judging by the fact that he was still standing there alive and well, the answer was obviously the latter.

On the training ground, Fang Fan's sword-wielding wrist turned slightly, and the Seven-Colored Light Sword traced a brilliant arc through the air.

He and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance. No words were needed; the instant their eyes met, they understood each other completely.

His left hand remained on her shoulder as the Martial Soul Fusion Skill continued to operate. The Shadow Power of the Hell Spirit Cat and the Sword Intent of the Seven-Colored Light Sword formed a perfect cycle between them—

He wielded the sword, and she supplied the power; he took the offensive, and she provided speed.

The two were like a pair of gears fitted together with perfect precision, meshing and spinning at high speed.

The fourth black Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up. The seven-colored radiance on the blade abruptly drew inward, shifting from dazzling to profound, from seven colors to pure white.

He stepped forward, angled his longsword toward the ground, then suddenly slashed upward—

Several elegant figures split off from Fang Fan, each holding a pure white longsword.

Sword light intertwined and blossomed before the two of them, forming a massive azure lotus.

But this time, five faint, intermittently visible phantom tails of a Hell Spirit Cat appeared along the edges of the lotus petals—

This was a new form created by Zhu Zhuqing's Nether Power merging with the Azure Lotus Sword Song.

The five cat tails shot out from the azure lotus like five deep-blue chains. They rapidly stretched through the air and caught up with Elder Yu Shan in an instant.

The cat tails were not physical entities. They were condensed from pure Sword Intent and Nether Power. They pierced through lightning, Soul Power barriers, and every physical defense, binding Elder Yu Shan tightly like ropes of fate.

Then, the azure lotus explosively bloomed.

"Boom—"

Sword Intent ran rampant, Nether Power erupted, and the five spirit cat tails detonated at once, blasting Elder Yu Shan flying backward.