Bibi Dong swept her gaze across the hall. Fang Fan, Qian Renxue, and Zhu Zhuqing stood to her left; Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and several Titled Douluo elders stood to her right. Outside, thousands of elite soul masters waited in formation, a dark mass like storm clouds gathering.
She rose abruptly, her voice ringing through the Papal Palace. Every word struck like a hammer against steel:
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has fallen, and the Heaven Dou Empire belongs to Spirit Hall. Now the Clear Sky Sect hides on its isolated peak. Tang Hao attempted to assassinate the Saint Son, and the Clear Sky Sect sheltered him afterward.
"It's time to destroy the Clear Sky Sect."
The thousands-strong Soul Master Army marched toward Clear Sky Peak.
Dark Thunder Purple Wings traced a violet arc through the clouds as Fang Fan flew at the front, with Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing beside him. The holy radiance of the Eight-Winged Angel and the Dark Thunder of the Netherworld Saint Tiger Emperor shone together across the sky. One light, one dark; one holy, one sinister—yet they flew side by side in perfect harmony.
Clear Sky Sect, here we come.
The New Year holiday passed quickly.
On the sixth day of the first lunar month, Fang Fan took Qian Renxue back to the Star Dou Great Forest.
Ancient trees towered overhead. Soul Power filled the air at several times the concentration found outside, and the morning sun filtered through layer upon layer of leaves, casting mottled light across the forest floor.
Qian Renxue walked beside Fang Fan, her dazzling Angel wings spread behind her. Six golden wings shimmered with sacred light in the sun.
Today she wore a practical golden outfit, her long hair tied in a ponytail. She looked ready for anything.