Qian Daoliu: Surely Itadori Can't Keep Landing Black Flashes?

Qian Daoliu's opinion of Itadori improved further. When he heard they could spar, Itadori's first concern was that their duel might hurt ordinary people. Qian Daoliu appreciated that. He had been ruthless at times when he was Pope, but people with an Angel Martial Soul generally had good hearts.

"Brother Itadori, follow me." Qian Daoliu headed for the door, and Itadori calmly followed.

Neither of them hurried. They chatted now and then as they walked.

The unconcealed auras of two Limit Douluo soon caught the attention of the enshrined members of the Worship Hall.

Seeing them gather around, Qian Daoliu waved a hand and gave a brief explanation.

Only then did they relax. Curious, they followed along. Even they had never seen two Limit Douluo fight. Witnessing it firsthand might benefit their cultivation.

Once a Soul Master reached level 95, advancing further was no longer a simple matter of accumulating Soul Power. It depended more on personal insight.

At their level, they did not need to worry about being killed by the aftershocks.

They arrived at a spacious Dueling Arena. Molten-gold light flowed across the surrounding walls, as though the arena were bathed in holy radiance.

"The Divine Ancestor built this training ground before leaving for the Divine Realm. Its advanced Simulated Environment should give us plenty of room to stretch our legs," Qian Daoliu explained. His Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul possessed him, and three pairs of pure white wings spread from his back, as though an angel had descended.

His Soul Ring Configuration—eight black and one red—radiated immense pressure.

Itadori exhaled. Only then did he gently remove his Hood, revealing an almost absurdly handsome young face. His short pink hair was swept back boldly, and his sharp gaze made others afraid to meet his eyes.

His First Soul Ring