Qian Renxue's pupils contracted, a flicker of astonishment crossing her eyes.
How was this possible?
With her Martial Soul Avatar active, her strength had already reached the level of a Titled Douluo. The gap between her and a Six-Ring Soul Emperor should have been a heavenly chasm.
Yet the man before her had not had his presence suppressed. Instead, at this moment, it was showing faint signs of surpassing hers.
Had his strength already reached this point?
In the VIP seats, a brilliant light flashed in Chen Xin's eyes.
The black mist surrounding Ghost Douluo churned unsteadily.
Yue Guan's gaze toward Lin Yang was even more changeable, holding viciousness, but still more helplessness and wariness.
Ning Fengzhi sat in his seat, looking as calm as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze, yet his hand kept loosening and tightening around his cane.
Clearly, his heart was not nearly as relaxed as his expression.
These two before them were no more than twenty-five, yet their achievements had already surpassed those of the vast majority.
They were no longer merely geniuses, but powerhouses who had already come into their own.
In the square, Lin Yang raised his Nichirin Blade, crimson as molten lava. The corners of his mouth lifted as he pointed its edge straight at Qian Renxue. "Come on!"
Before his words had faded, Lin Yang had already vanished from where he stood.
This time, it was not spatial traversal, but pure speed.
Within the Angel Domain, all spatial movement was restricted.
Qian Renxue beat all six wings, pushing her perception within the domain to its limit.
Then she caught a sharp, scorching presence attacking from her left.
The blade tore through the air toward her!
She turned slightly and slashed out with her sword, its golden radiance carrying sacred power.
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