Remnants

"Gao Yang, I swear I'll torture Ning Rongrong in every way I can, right in front of you, for a hundred years!"

To back Qian Renxue, the three elders of the Worship Hall stepped forward together.

At once, a crushing wave of Soul Power pressure swept toward Gao Yang.

Yet it stopped three inches before him. Not even a leaf behind him stirred.

"Even if Qian Daoliu came himself, even if Spirit Hall turned out in full force," Gao Yang said evenly, "as long as I'm here, no one will disturb my wife. Not even a god!"

Such arrogant words sounded utterly natural to Qian Renxue.

She actually believed Gao Yang had that kind of power.

Seeing her inner demons grow stronger, Mighty Lion Douluo knew he could not let Gao Yang keep showing off.

"Feng Tianxiao, Huo Wu, didn't you join Spirit Hall to win fame and glory? If you won't strike now, what are you waiting for?"

In the crowd, Feng Tianxiao's eyes seethed with resentment.

Sending him into a battle at this level was practically asking him to die!

But Huo Wu's eyes burned with excitement.

Her thinking was simple: she only had to withstand one move from Gao Yang. Just one!

If she helped the three Super Douluo find an opening, it would be a tremendous achievement.

If she proved her loyalty before Qian Renxue, perhaps Blazing Fire Academy could one day stand alongside the Upper Three Sects!

"I, Huo Wu, will go through fire and water for Your Highness Qian Renxue!"

Huo Wu cried out, and her curvaceous figure shot forward the next instant.

She was a genius too!

She had no confidence she could defeat Gao Yang, but she was sure she could withstand at least one sword out of his ten thousand!

The instant Huo Wu swept past the three Super Douluo, a sword behind Gao Yang moved.

"Grandfather, this was my reward for the Eighth Trial."

"Divine skill: Sword Qi Threading..."

The Sword Qi clinging to the Seven Kill Sword, rigid and pure beyond compare, turned into golden threads.

The threads slowly closed around Huo Wu.

At the sight, Huo Wu cried out and poured all her Soul Power into her Soul Ring!

"Repelling Fire Ring!"

A fiery red ring formed around her, then expanded without limit.

This move had no offensive power. It was her only defensive skill for preserving her life!

Since obtaining that Soul Ring, no one had ever broken through her Repelling Fire Ring!

But when the golden threads touched it, there was no explosion, no shattering.

They passed through as silently as rain soaking into the earth.

The Repelling Fire Ring Huo Wu took such pride in did not slow the golden threads in the slightest.

As they drew closer, the panic in her eyes swelled without limit.

"How could..."

Pfft!

Before the young woman could finish speaking, a golden thread pierced her skull.

The light gradually faded from her beautiful eyes.

Only at the edge of death did the fiery young woman feel regret.

The gulf between geniuses was wider than the gulf between a person and a dog...

"No!"

Seeing his beloved die, Feng Tianxiao's eyes turned blood-red!

"Fourth Soul Skill... Cough... cough..."

But his usual hot blood could not make up for the gap in strength.

The next instant, a thread pierced his skull too. His body fell from the sky and landed right beside Huo Wu.

Perhaps it was fate. The blood flowing from those two quarrelsome lovers slowly mingled...

"Mighty Lion Douluo, I don't mind becoming your sword and killing those Heaven Dou Soul Masters behind you." Gao Yang's face was expressionless. "But you'd better think hard about how you're going to protect your young mistress."

After that uncanny display of Sword Qi Threading, the entire scene fell silent.

Did those golden threads ignore defenses?

Were divine skills real?

Of all those present, only the widely traveled Qian Renxue was certain it had been a divine skill.

Because gods truly did exist!

Why didn't I know a divine skill yet, when I was a Descendant of the Angel God?

Why?!

At that moment, Qian Renxue had lost all courage to face Gao Yang. She wanted to flee!

The only places where she could feel safe now were her grandfather's Worship Hall and her mother's Papal Hall!

"Gao Yang, do you really think you can kill all of us by yourself?"

"Fourth Brother, why waste words on him? The three of us should attack together! We can beat him!"

"Seventh Brother, don't be reckless! Fourth Brother and I will attack. You protect the young mistress!"

The three Enshrined Elders understood one another perfectly. A few words were enough to settle their plan!

Mighty Lion Douluo and Qian Jun Douluo moved in from left and right, closing around Gao Yang.

But Xiao Tian intercepted Qian Jun Douluo. Man and tiger exchanged several blows in the blink of an eye!

"Old Seventh, didn't you fucking say you'd wounded this beast?"

Feeling the pressure Xiao Tian exerted, Qian Jun Douluo burst into curses!

"How... how is that possible...?"

Demon Subduing Douluo was baffled too. That made no sense.

They had both been wounded in that fight!

He himself had recovered so quickly only thanks to the Leng Family's Nine Heart Begonia.

How had this beast managed it...?

Meanwhile, Gao Yang and Mighty Lion Douluo had begun fighting.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Flame Barrier!"

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Eighth Soul Skill: All Beasts Bow!"

With his defenses raised to the limit, Mighty Lion Douluo discovered to his surprise that the golden threads were breaking through them very slowly!

Given enough time, Gao Yang could break through Mighty Lion Douluo's defenses.

But why would Mighty Lion Douluo give him that chance?

"What a pity. Your level is too low to bring out a divine skill's true power!" Mighty Lion Douluo roared. "Today, I'll avenge my fourth brother!"

"You? You think you're worthy?"

Gao Yang remained suspended in midair before the charging Mighty Lion Douluo. Then his Eighth Soul Ring lit up.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Giant Sword Technique."

The phantom of a giant sword gradually took shape behind Gao Yang, its tip aimed straight at Mighty Lion Douluo.

"Gao Yang, don't take me for a three-year-old child." Mighty Lion Douluo's expression shifted. "That nonsense about ignoring defenses and being impossible to dodge won't fool... Huh? How could...?"

Before he could finish, he discovered in horror that countless golden threads had already wrapped tightly around him.

He could barely move!

And in his pupils, the Seven Kill Sword, enlarged countless times over, grew steadily larger.

The giant sword moved slowly, but the pressure it brought was so overwhelming that even Demon Subduing Douluo forgot to come to his aid.

"I cannot die before I see the young mistress become a god!"

"Ninth Soul Skill: Soul-Shattering Heaven-Slaying Roar!"

One was an unprecedented two-hundred-thousand-year Eighth Soul Ring; the other, a Super Douluo's all-out strike.

When the two forces of Soul Power collided, there was no sound. They did not even stir a breath of wind...

"Fourth Brother!"

"Fourth Grandfather!"

Qian Renxue watched Mighty Lion Douluo's body fly toward her like a rag doll.

Demon Subduing Douluo caught him before she could.

"You, Leng! Get over here and heal my fourth brother!"

Trembling under Gao Yang's gaze, Leng Lingling summoned her Martial Soul and began healing Mighty Lion Douluo.

"Just as I thought. I shouldn't have spared you back then..."

At Gao Yang's words, the pretty young woman's mind went blank. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot.

"Fucking useless!" Demon Subduing Douluo cursed.

"It's fine... Cough, cough..." Mighty Lion Douluo struggled to his feet. "Gao Yang, you weren't boasting. Even my eldest brother would have trouble with that move of yours."

Gao Yang said nothing. Inwardly, he only thought it a pity.

Super Douluo were not so easy to kill after all.

"But no matter how strong you are, what can you do alone?" Mighty Lion Douluo said proudly. "We have three Super Douluo, so many Soul Masters, and so many support Soul Masters. Even taking turns, we can wear you down until you die!"

Mighty Lion Douluo had abandoned all concern for his reputation.

As long as Gao Yang died, he cared nothing for winning by numbers or using his seniority to bully a younger opponent.

Gao Yang sneered at his words.

Qian Renxue had no intention of letting everyone live. Neither did he.

After all, he was about to reveal his fallen side. He could not let them spread word of it!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could have a dark side, but that darkness must never tarnish its glory!

He was just about to summon his Second Martial Soul, the Golden Staff, and use his Sixth Soul Skill to drain everyone's life force into himself.

Then a voice rang out from the dense forest!

"Who said the vice sect master was alone? Disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, hear my command! Strengthen him!"

"Seven Treasures Turn, Revealing Glazed Light! First: Strength! Second: Speed!"

"Seven Treasures Turn, Revealing Glazed Light! First: Strength! Second: Speed!"

"..."

Dozens of rays from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagodas struck Gao Yang at once, swiftly restoring the Soul Power he had spent.

Gao Yang looked back and saw men and women emerging from the forest, their clothes in tatters, their bodies covered in wounds. Each held the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda as their Martial Soul.

At the sight of Gao Yang, their eyes filled with tears.

They had survived only because their Battle Soul Master spouses had sacrificed their lives to save them.

The hatred they bore Qian Renxue burned no less fiercely than Ning Rongrong's!

So when they saw Gao Yang in Heaven Dou City, they had made up their minds.

Even if it cost them their lives, they would support Gao Yang today!

"Nothing but Seven Treasure remnants!" Mighty Lion Douluo's eyes turned cold. "What kind of waves do you think you can make?"

"Then what if the remnants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect join them?"