Soul Rings rose one after another from beneath Qian Daoliu's feet.
Black.
Black.
Six Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings hovered in succession around the Six-Winged Angel.
Then three scarlet Soul Rings appeared one after another.
The pressure radiating from the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings brought all seven of Zhao Wuji's Soul Rings to a halt.
One final deep-red Soul Ring slowly rose.
Golden divine runes covered its surface.
A Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year God-Given Soul Ring!
Ten Soul Rings lit up the corridor.
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened.
His body plummeted from midair.
Thud!
His knees slammed into the floor.
His Great Strength Vajra Bear martial soul shattered with a crash.
His Martial Soul Avatar was forcibly dispelled.
Zhao Wuji braced both hands against the floor as blood poured ceaselessly from his mouth.
He could not even withstand Qian Daoliu's pressure.
"The Six-Winged Angel..."
"Ten Soul Rings..."
At last, a name occurred to Zhao Wuji.
On the entire continent, only the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall possessed the Six-Winged Angel martial soul and could reach such a realm.
Qian Daoliu!
He had actually attacked Qian Daoliu.
Inside the room.
Ning Rongrong was utterly stunned.
As she gazed at the Six-Winged Angel illuminating the hotel, the excitement on her face vanished completely.
Three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.
And an even more terrifying deep-red Soul Ring.
Even when Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo released their martial souls, they had never subjected her to such crushing pressure.
Ning Rongrong finally understood.
Why Qian Daoliu thought nothing of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
He was indeed qualified to call Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo juniors.
Zhao Wuji knelt on the floor.
He raised his head with difficulty.
"Senior..."
"This is a misunderstanding."
"I didn't know you were the one who placed this restriction here."
Qian Daoliu looked down at him.
"You trespassed into the forbidden area I established."
"Die."
Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.
"Senior, spare my life!"
Qian Daoliu raised his right hand.
He flicked his five fingers casually.
A shaft of golden divine light descended from the Six-Winged Angel's palm.
Zhao Wuji tried to dodge.
But the peerless pressure pinned his body in place.
The golden divine light pierced his chest in an instant.
Squelch!
Blood splattered.
A massive hole appeared in the wall behind Zhao Wuji.
His chest had been completely shattered.
The lingering sacred power surged into every limb and bone.
His meridians, organs, and bones ruptured one after another.
Zhao Wuji's body fell heavily to the floor.
Blood spread rapidly across it.
The terror he had felt before death still lingered in his wide-open eyes.
Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Wisdom King.
He died a gruesome death on the spot.
On the hotel's top floor.
Through the golden barrier, Ning Rongrong stared at Zhao Wuji lying in a pool of blood.
The strength gradually drained from her legs.
With a thump.
Ning Rongrong collapsed onto the floor.
Her pale-green dress spread around her, and her disheveled hair covered her ashen cheeks.
Only moments ago, she had been urging Zhao Wuji to kill Qian Daoliu.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Zhao Wuji had become a corpse.
It had taken just one move.
Zhao Wuji had not even had a chance to dodge.
"Impossible..."
"Teacher Zhao was a Soul Saint."
"He possessed the Great Strength Vajra Bear martial soul, and he even used his Martial Soul Avatar."
Ning Rongrong shook her head repeatedly.
The corpse before her gave her no response.
Qian Daoliu withdrew his Six-Winged Angel martial soul.
The ten Soul Rings merged into his body one after another.
The sacred pressure filling the hotel dissipated with them.
Yet Ning Rongrong remained seated on the floor; she now knew Qian Daoliu's identity.
The Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall.
Sky Invincible.
A level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo.
No.
That was no longer power a level ninety-nine could possess.
Ten Soul Rings.
The final Soul Ring far surpassed even an ordinary Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Ning Rongrong finally understood just whom she had provoked.
Her status as the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master could not protect her.
Neither could Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo.
Zhao Wuji's corpse lay right before her.
It was the most direct proof.
Qian Daoliu walked to the doorway.
The golden divine runes slowly dissipated.
The restriction that had sealed the suite for days was completely lifted.
Ning Rongrong noticed that the restriction had vanished, but she did not get up and flee.
She leaned against the bed, her fair fingers pressed against her skirt, without even the courage to look at Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu stopped before her.
"Now, do you still want him to kill me?"
Ning Rongrong's face grew even paler.
"I was wrong."
"I'll never dare do it again."
"Senior Qian, please spare me."
She lifted her face.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
This time, Ning Rongrong did not mention the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Nor did she mention Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo.
Those names that had once given her boundless confidence were now useless.
Qian Daoliu raised his hand and beckoned.
Golden Soul Power lifted Zhao Wuji's corpse.
Qian Renxue followed beside her grandfather.
As she passed Ning Rongrong, she paused briefly.
"If my grandfather were just an ordinary Soul Master, would you have spared him?"
Ning Rongrong parted her red lips.
She could not give an answer.
If Qian Daoliu had not possessed such strength, she would not only have taken the hair ornament but would also have used her chastity to falsely accuse him.
Seeing her reaction, Qian Renxue already knew the answer.
"You don't regret it because you did something wrong."
"You're just afraid of dying."
Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze and took Qian Daoliu's arm.
Grandfather and granddaughter walked out of the hotel.
Zhao Wuji's corpse floated behind them.
Ning Rongrong remained in the room.
She watched them leave, and only when their footsteps faded completely did her tense body relax.
She lowered her head and hugged her legs.
Tears kept falling onto her green skirt.
Heaven Dou City.
The southern city wall.
The soldiers guarding the city were inspecting passing travelers.
A golden radiance suddenly descended from the sky.
Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue appeared at the highest point of the city wall.
Several soldiers immediately drew their weapons.
Before they could approach, a force pinned their bodies in place.
Qian Daoliu casually waved his hand.
Zhao Wuji's corpse landed in the middle of the city wall.
The blood had already congealed.
A sacred aura still lingered in his shattered chest.
Qian Daoliu looked at the soldiers around him.
"Spread the word."
"This man trespassed into my forbidden area, and I have executed him."
The soldiers' faces turned pale.
Not one dared speak up to stop him.
The golden radiance flared again.
Qian Daoliu left the city wall with Qian Renxue.
Only after the two disappeared did the force pressing down on the soldiers dissipate.
One soldier collapsed onto the ground.
Another hurried to Zhao Wuji's side.
"He's already dead."
"Hurry and notify the city defense commander!"
The commotion on the city wall soon drew a large crowd of passersby.
Everyone gathered below and looked up at the corpse.
"Who is this man?"
"How did his chest get torn open like that?"
"And what was that golden light just now?"
An elderly Soul Master squeezed through the crowd.
He examined the corpse closely for a few moments, and his expression abruptly changed.
"This is the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji!"
The surroundings instantly fell silent.
Zhao Wuji had quite a reputation in the Soul Master World.
He had once offended Spirit Hall and been hunted by more than a dozen bishops working together.
Yet in the end, he had successfully escaped thanks to his Great Strength Vajra Bear Martial Soul.
His Soul Saint cultivation, coupled with his extraordinarily formidable defenses, had earned him the name of the Immovable Wisdom King.
Now, however, this Soul Saint lay dead atop Heaven Dou City's wall.
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