The sprawling central courtyard of Seven Treasure City had been reduced to a pulverized wasteland of shattered marble and violently uprooted earth. The deafening, concussive roars of the Clear Sky Hammer colliding with the formless, razor-sharp intent of the Seven Kill Sword echoed endlessly, shaking the very foundations of the surrounding mountains. Blood, both fresh and dried, painted the debris in morbid, chaotic strokes as the defenders of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect and the elite enforcers of the Spirit Hall desperately held the line against the relentless, hammering assault of the southern alliance.
Yet, in the midst of this apocalyptic cacophony, a sudden, inexplicable phenomenon occurred.
It did not arrive with a deafening explosion or a blinding flash of elemental light. Instead, it manifested as an invisible, suffocating weight that seemed to instantly crush the very air out of the battlefield. It was an intense, sovereign pressure that transcended the bounds of ordinary spirit power, carrying the profound, unyielding majesty of a descending deity.
The chaotic skirmishes across the courtyard ground to a violent halt.
Tang Hao, who was currently engulfed in the blood-red radiance of his hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, felt his momentum shatter. The Level 97 Super Douluo stumbled, the massive head of his Clear Sky Hammer sinking heavily into the pulverized stone as he was forced to brace himself against the overwhelming, invisible tide. Sweat beaded on his rugged brow, his dark eyes darting frantically across the ruins.
Not far away, Tang San felt his breathing hitch. The sickly, pale violet mist of his Deathly Poison Domain, which had been aggressively creeping across the battlefield to rot the meridians of the Spirit Hall elders, was suddenly pressed flat against the earth, unable to expand a single inch further.
Even high above the cloud layer, where the stratosphere was being torn asunder by the mythical clash of two titans, the effects were felt. Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen, both standing at the absolute pinnacle of the mortal realm as Level 99 Limit Douluos, abruptly ceased their earth-shattering exchange. They hovered in the thinning atmosphere, their respective golden and blood-red domains retracting slightly. They were unaffected by the physical suppression of the pressure, but their vast, profound spiritual senses screamed in unison. They could sense with absolute, chilling clarity that the one who was appearing on the board below was not an ordinary individual. It was an anomaly that threatened to upend the fundamental laws of their world.
Down in the courtyard, the thick dust and lingering smoke slowly parted, revealing the source of the overwhelming subjugation.
It was naturally Zhang Tian.
He stood at the forefront of the newly arrived group, his hands resting casually behind his back. His tall, flawlessly proportioned frame was draped in elegant, dark aristocratic robes, his long red hair with vibrant blue streaks shifting gently in the turbulent winds of the battlefield. His icy blue eyes, carrying that dangerous, predatory tint of crimson, swept over the frozen combatants with an expression of profound, detached amusement.
Flanking him were four women whose breathtaking beauty and terrifying auras immediately commanded the attention of every soul present. Ah Yin stood to his right, her mature, incredibly voluptuous figure radiating a supreme, regal dominance. Zhu Zhuqing hovered at his left, her feline eyes dark and merciless, exuding a silent, oppressive lethality. Ning Rongrong, clad in her elegant cyan dress, held her head high, the very picture of noble grace, while Qian Renxue stood slightly apart, a brilliant, holy light clinging to her flawless skin.
As for Bibi Dong, the Supreme Pontiff was nowhere to be seen. Utilizing her supreme cultivation and the dark, obscuring properties of her Rakshasa lineage, she kept her aura flawlessly concealed, remaining entirely hidden in the shadows of the peripheral architecture. Even the two Limit Douluos suspended in the heavens couldn't sense a single trace of her existence.
Zhang Tian's gaze lazily drifted across the ruined courtyard, eventually locking onto the tattered, mist-shrouded figure of Tang San.
"It has really been a long time since I last saw you, Tang San," Zhang Tian spoke. His voice was casual, almost friendly, yet it carried perfectly over the silent battlefield, dripping with an unmistakable, condescending mockery. "I must admit, your progress really has been quite good for a rat scrambling through the dark."
While staring at the youth, Zhang Tian's brilliant mind was rapidly processing the dense, necrotic aura radiating from Tang San. He thought to himself, analyzing the structural composition of the enemy's strength. 'Tang San's newly evolved Deathly Spirit Grass, along with this pure Death Attribute and the lingering Poison Attribute, are actually quite robust. The origin is dense, birthed from the concentrated malice of a high-tier spirit beast and the slaughter of millions. Although it is absolutely not as foundationally strong as true Extreme Attributes, or my own flawless elemental alignments, it holds merit.'
Zhang Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, continuing his internal evaluation. 'However, compared to my own profound understanding of the Death Attribute—which I can manifest and control flawlessly due to the inverse application of my absolute Life Attribute—Tang San's Death Attribute is severely lacking in philosophical depth. Yet, because it can be considered somewhat innate to his mutated spirit, the raw, instinctual output is superior to a forced elemental conversion. A fascinating, if ultimately flawed, weapon.'
Meanwhile, across the courtyard, Tang San was paralyzed by a profound, agonizing shock.
His deep purple eyes were locked onto Zhang Tian's relaxed figure. Tang San was currently a formidable Level 82 Spirit Douluo, his meridians reinforced by hundred-thousand-year spirit bones and the trials of the Hell Road.
Yet, even though his own cultivation rank was technically higher than Zhang Tian's, he could physically, tangibly feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the red-haired youth. He could sense with flawless clarity that Zhang Tian's cultivation was firmly at the Level 79 Spirit Saint realm.
It defied all logical sense. How could a Spirit Saint project an aura that made a Spirit Douluo feel like a fragile insect standing before a towering dragon?
But the shock was instantly, violently swallowed by a torrential flood of pure, unadulterated hatred. Seeing Zhang Tian's mocking, handsome face caused decades of festering resentment to violently explode within Tang San's mind. The memory of his stolen beloved, the humiliation of his defeats, and the theft of his destiny burned like acid in his veins. To Tang San, in this very moment, the survival of the Clear Sky Sect, the fate of the Star Luo Empire, and even his own life meant nothing. Nothing was more important than killing Zhang Tian.
Yet, before Tang San could unleash his fury, his highly sensitive spiritual perception caught something utterly bewildering.
He shifted his gaze from Zhang Tian to the stunning, crimson-haired woman standing proudly at the Marquis's right side. Tang San felt a strange, inexplicable tug deep within his very bloodline. He felt her aura to be somewhat deeply familiar, a warm, resonant frequency that bypassed his rational thought. He could instinctively sense that there should be a profound connection between them, but it was a strange, warped connection that he simply couldn't make any logical sense of. Her energy felt like the origin of his own plant spirit, yet it was terrifyingly vast and utterly alien in its majestic presentation.
If Tang San was merely confused, Tang Hao was completely, irrevocably shattered.
The Level 97 Super Douluo had turned his head to assess the new arrivals. The moment his dark, tired eyes landed on Ah Yin, the massive Clear Sky Hammer dropped from his grip, the heavy head crashing into the stone with a dull thud.
Tang Hao was shocked to the very core of his soul. His breath left him in a ragged, agonizing gasp. He was absolutely sure, with every fiber of his being, that this breathtaking woman standing before him was the exact same Ah Yin who was his beloved wife. The facial structure, the fundamental shape of her soul—it was her.
But she seemed entirely, horrifyingly different. The gentle, cascading blue hair he remembered so fondly had become a vibrant, blood-soaked crimson. Her gentle, kind blue eyes, which used to look at him with such profound, self-sacrificing warmth, were now a piercing, dominant crimson, and they currently looked upon him with nothing but cold, detached disdain. She seemed even more devastatingly beautiful than before, her voluptuous figure radiating a mature, sovereign authority. Her formerly gentle and kind temperament had been completely overwritten by an imperious, regal coldness that made his heart clench in terror.
Tang San, forcing his gaze away from the confusing woman, assessed the rest of the arrivals. What he saw only deepened his creeping despair.
The sight of Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong caused great shock to Tang San. Their respective cultivations seemed very, very much higher compared to what he had grimly anticipated.
From Zhu Zhuqing, who stood with her arms crossed under her massive chest, Tang San sensed a dark, incredibly powerful pressure. The aura of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger bled from her skin, carrying the dense attributes of evil, time, space, and thunder. Tang San realized with a chilling certainty that even if he was at his absolute, peak full strength, and even if he instantly recovered all his expended Spirit Power right now, he would absolutely not be able to defeat her. And the most terrifying part was that he could sense she was also only at the Spirit Saint level.
This devastating realization meant that among his generation, not just the anomalous monster Zhang Tian, but even Zhu Zhuqing had grown to be as strong, or perhaps even much more overwhelmingly powerful than him. His agonizing trials in the Slaughter City felt suddenly, sickeningly inadequate.
As for Ning Rongrong, she appeared to be at the peak of the Spirit Emperor realm, standing firmly at Level 69. Although she didn't give him a strong, physically threatening feeling like the others, Tang San was a tactical genius; he knew her value perfectly. It wasn't her direct combat power that was terrifying, but rather her absolute, unparalleled boost as a support. If she amplified Zhang Tian or Zhu Zhuqing with her Nine Treasure Glaze Tile Pagoda, the resulting power would be astonishing.
Finally, Tang San's eyes landed on Qian Renxue. This was the very first time Tang San had ever seen her. He didn't recognize her face or know her true identity, but from the blinding, holy aura and the powerful, righteous energy rolling off her skin, his strategic mind made an immediate connection. She possessed the exact same foundational resonance as that golden-robed old man who was currently fighting against his Great Grandfather, Tang Chen, in the sky. She must be intimately related to that Limit Douluo.
High above the clouds, the battle had completely ceased.
Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen hovered in the thin air, both staring intently down at the ruined courtyard. Qian Daoliu's golden eyes locked onto the radiant figure of his dear granddaughter. Seeing Qian Renxue standing there, exuding such tremendous, stable power alongside Zhang Tian, the High Priest felt a profound, overwhelming sense of pride and relief. He was genuinely, deeply happy to see his granddaughter's phenomenal growth and safety.
Conversely, Tang Chen's dark eyes were fixed entirely on Zhang Tian. The legendary Clear Sky ancestor felt a cold, prickling sensation at the base of his skull. The youth standing down there gave him a strong, undeniable premonition that he would be a massive, world-ending threat. Every instinct forged through decades of slaughter screamed at Tang Chen to descend and crush the boy immediately.
But Tang Chen didn't dare to take action yet. He held his hammer tightly, restraining his killing intent, because he also harbored a strong, terrifying premonition that if he did foolishly abandon his guard against Qian Daoliu to take action against Zhang Tian, the resulting counterattack from the youth and the High Priest would be instantly, unequivocally fatal even for him. He was trapped in the sky by his own survival instincts.
Down on the ground, the arrival of the northern reinforcements shifted the morale of the defenders instantly.
Ning Fengzhi, bleeding from a superficial cut on his cheek, lowered his glowing pagoda slightly. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, both panting heavily from their respective, grueling duels with the Tang brothers, retreated slightly to stand near their Sect Master. They were profoundly happy and relieved upon Zhang Tian's timely arrival.
Zhang Tian stepped forward gracefully, navigating the shattered stones, and offered a polite, respectful nod to the Sect Master.
"Father-in-Law," Zhang Tian greeted him smoothly, his tone reassuring and confident. "You have held the line admirably. Rest assured, we will now begin to systematically deal with all these arrogant interlopers who dared to attack the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect."
Ning Fengzhi smiled warmly, the heavy burden of command lifting slightly from his shoulders.
"From now on," Zhang Tian continued, his voice taking on a sharper, tactical edge. "I will personally handle the core of this battlefield now. I ask that you, along with Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, and your Titled Douluos, withdraw from the central courtyard. You should go to the outer passes and deal with all the others—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Star Crown Sect, and the other auxiliary forces who have dared to assist in this siege. Break their flanks while I break their center."
Before Ning Fengzhi could respond, Qian Renxue stepped forward, her golden wings unfurling with a brilliant flash of holy light. She projected her voice, carrying the absolute authority of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
"Elders of the Spirit Hall!" Qian Renxue ordered, her tone imperious and unyielding. "Back off immediately! Disengage from your current opponents and withdraw to the perimeter. My husband and I will personally deal with these trespassing members of the Clear Sky Sect!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Fifteen Ton Douluo, and the other gathered elders hovering in the air or fighting on the ground paused. They stared at the beautiful, blonde woman, momentarily wondering exactly who she was to issue such sweeping commands to the highest echelon of the Spirit Hall.
But then, they saw it. They saw her unleash her true, unadulterated Seraphim Spirit. The six radiant wings of holy light, the sacred, divine pressure—it was unmistakable. They immediately realized with profound shock that she was the hidden, legendary Young Miss of the entire Spirit Hall, the direct bloodline descendant deeply related to their revered High Priest, Qian Daoliu.
Terrified of offending the holy lineage, the elders didn't dare to delay following her commands for a single second. With synchronized bursts of spirit power, the Spirit Hall Titled Douluos disengaged from their respective skirmishes and rapidly fell back, forming a wide, observing perimeter around the central courtyard.
Ning Fengzhi didn't mind the dismissal in the slightest. He stared at Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, both of whom were also staring intensely at Zhang Tian. The two veteran Super Douluos were quietly, profoundly shocked by the sheer depth and density of the young man's strength. They then shifted their gaze to Ah Yin. When their senses brushed against her aura, they realized with a jolt of awe that she was a Super Douluo standing at Level 97, possessing a vitality that dwarfed their own.
Sword Douluo gave a slow, respectful nod to Ning Fengzhi. They had seen enough to know the situation was secure. They collectively decided to let Zhang Tian handle the apex threats. Because they could clearly sense Zhang Tian's incomprehensible strength, and even Ah Yin's overwhelming power which sat comfortably above their own current limits, they knew their presence here was redundant.
With a flare of multi-colored light, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and the remaining Seven Treasure elites soared into the air, flying outward toward the distant mountain passes to reinforce their struggling garrisons.
As the allied defenders backed off entirely, Tang San, Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, and the other eight battered elders of the Clear Sky Sect finally had a rare, desperate breather. They stood panting amidst the rubble, gripping their heavy hammers, as they stared warily at these new, terrifyingly fresh opponents.
The silence that blanketed the courtyard was fragile, heavy with unresolved history.
It was Tang Hao who broke it. The rugged, scarred giant could no longer contain the torrential storm of emotions tearing his soul apart. He took a stumbling, desperate step forward, his dark eyes locked entirely on the crimson-haired woman standing beside Zhang Tian.
"Ah Yin..." Tang Hao choked out, his voice a raw, agonizing rasp of profound emotion. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, cutting tracks through the grime on his face. He was staring at her, seemingly overwhelmed by the impossible reality that she had actually revived from her tragic sacrifice.
"Ah Yin, is it really you?" Tang Hao pleaded, taking another step, his hands reaching out as if to embrace a ghost. "Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you come to find me? I thought... I thought I had lost you forever to the darkness of that cave. Please, you must return with me right now! Come back to your family. I swear upon my life, I will never, ever let anything happen to you again! I will protect you from the world!"
His desperate, heart-wrenching pleas echoed across the silent battlefield.
This dramatic, emotional outburst shocked many of the observing Clear Sky Sect's elders. They stared at Tang Hao in sheer disbelief. Even the retreating Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and the hovering elders of the Spirit Hall, who were watching from the perimeter, were deeply stunned.
They had absolutely hadn't thought or suspected that this breathtakingly beautiful, crimson-haired Super Douluo was actually the legendary, deceased wife of Tang Hao.
The implications hit them like a physical blow. If she was Tang Hao's wife, which meant she was the very reason the Supreme Pontiff had fallen decades ago... it meant she was a hundred-thousand-year-old transformed spirit beast standing in their midst.
Tang San's breath hitched, his purple eyes widening to the point of pain. 'Mother? This... this woman is my mother?'
As the weight of the revelation settled over the onlookers, all eyes turned to Ah Yin, expecting a tearful, dramatic reunion between the tragic, star-crossed lovers.
Instead, Ah Yin's beautiful face twisted into an expression of absolute, withering disgust.
She just sneered upon hearing his desperate, possessive words. She didn't offer a single ounce of warmth or recognition. She ruthlessly cut him off before he could take another step.
"Do not speak to me with such pathetic, unwarranted familiarity, Tang Hao," Ah Yin stated, her voice as cold and hard as glacial ice. Her crimson eyes bored into his soul, offering no forgiveness. "The fragile, foolish husband and wife connection I once shared with you was permanently, irrevocably severed the very moment of my death. I died because you were too weak, too arrogant to protect the life you claimed to cherish."
She raised her chin, her regal aura expanding to crush his hopes. "Now, after my revival from the abyss... I belong only to him."
She gestured gracefully toward Zhang Tian. She deliberately did not mention the filthy, deeply intimate, and highly scandalous sexual relationship she enjoyed with the youth, as it absolutely wasn't the time or place to make that depravity public. Rather, she framed her devotion in terms of pure, existential debt.
"I belong to Zhang Tian, because he is the sole, magnificent Lord who walked into the darkness and revived me when you left me to rot in the dirt," Ah Yin declared, sealing Tang Hao's despair. "You are nothing to me but a ghost of a past I have long since discarded."
Tang Hao was entirely distraught. The absolute, cold rejection from the woman he had mourned for decades struck him harder than any physical blow from a Limit Douluo ever could. His heart shattered into a million jagged pieces.
But that despair instantly, violently transmuted into a blinding, irrational rage.
He glared at Zhang Tian, his dark eyes burning with an unholy, murderous anger. He gripped the haft of his Clear Sky Hammer so tightly his knuckles cracked. He stared back at Ah Yin, his aura erupting in a chaotic storm of blue and red energy.
"I will definitely take you back, Ah Yin!" Tang Hao roared, his voice thick with madness and obsession. "Even if I have to break every bone in your body to do it! Even if it's by absolute force, I will drag you away from this manipulating bastard!"
He stomped his foot, shattering the ground beneath him, and began rushing forward like a wounded, rabid beast, raising his massive hammer to strike down the man who had stolen his wife's loyalty.
Zhang Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his expression entirely indifferent to the raging giant charging toward him. He didn't even bother to summon his spirit to defend himself. He simply tilted his head slightly.
"Go and deal with him, Ah Yin," Zhang Tian ordered softly, casually dismissing the Level 97 Super Douluo as if he were a minor nuisance. "Show your former husband the strength of your new life."
"As you command, My Lord," Ah Yin replied smoothly.
As Ah Yin stepped forward to intercept the charging titan, Ning Rongrong remained safely behind the front line. Her beautiful face was a mask of intense, focused concentration.
She raised her delicate hands, her spirit power flaring beautifully. The magnificent Nine Treasure Glaze Tile Pagoda appeared gracefully over her palm, spinning with a radiant, ethereal light. She provided all six absolute boosts of her spirit rings simultaneously.
"Nine Treasures Emerge!" Ning Rongrong chanted, her voice a sweet melody amidst the impending violence. "First is Strength, Second is Speed, Third is Spirit Power, Fourth is Defense, Fifth is Attack, Sixth is Attribute!"
Her six spirit rings—arranged in the terrifying, impossible configuration of two yellow, two purple, and two deep black—flared brightly. Six massive, distinct beams of blinding, multi-colored light shot outward from the pagoda, perfectly splitting to bathe Zhang Tian, Ah Yin, Zhu Zhuqing, and Qian Renxue in unparalleled, supreme amplification. The raw stats of the four fighters skyrocketed by a staggering percentage, their auras expanding to push back the very clouds.
Write how Zhang Tian stepped forward into the center of the ruined courtyard, completely ignoring the chaotic battle commencing to his right.
"Seventh Spirit Ring," Zhang Tian murmured casually. "Blood Silver God Spirit Avatar."
He activated his avatar, but he deliberately, flawlessly concealed the terrifying, impossible colors of his spirit rings using his Blood Silver God Domain, which was already silently activated and seamlessly spread throughout the entire area. To the onlookers, no rings were visible, only a massive eruption of pure, sovereign energy.
His physical body did not morph. Instead, a breathtaking, towering construct appeared directly in the area behind Zhang Tian. It manifested in the form of a colossal, majestic Blood Silver God Tree. The massive trunk was a twisting weave of deep crimson and shining silver, its sprawling canopy of razor-sharp, glowing leaves reaching high into the sky. It spread its profound, ancient aura everywhere, rooting itself into the very fabric of the battlefield.
The moment the colossal tree appeared, a massive, soothing wave of pure, concentrated Life Energy washed outward across the perimeter.
The elders and members of the Spirit Hall, and the distant disciples of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect who had been wounded, poisoned, or severely injured somewhat in the previous, grueling fights, were instantly bathed in this miraculous light. Deep lacerations knit themselves together in seconds, shattered bones realigned and fused, and Tang San's lingering, rotting necrotic poison was forcefully, completely purged from their meridians. The defenders were instantly, completely healed by the boundless Life Energy cascading from Zhang Tian's avatar.
While this miraculous, widespread healing was going on, Zhang Tian himself had received a powerful, terrifying boost from both Rongrong's pagoda and his own avatar.
He stared at Zhu Zhuqing and Qian Renxue, his icy blue eyes gleaming with tactical command.
"Choose your opponents, my dears," Zhang Tian instructed them calmly. "As for myself, I plan to handle this Sect Leader of Clear Sky Sect, Tang Xiao."
Qian Renxue smiled, her golden eyes locking onto the group of battered, defensive elders who had been fighting against elders of Spirit Hall.
"I shall purge the remnants. I choose the eight elders of the Clear Sky Sect."
She knew they were mostly hovering at Level 91 to 93; a perfect test for her angelic might.
Zhu Zhuqing purred, a dark, predatory sound vibrating in her chest. Her feline eyes were fixed entirely on the youth radiating the deathly mist. "Then the boy belongs to me. I choose to fight Tang San."
Once the targets were decisively chosen, they all took explosive, simultaneous action.
To the right, Ah Yin clashed violently against the charging Tang Hao.
"HAAAH!" Tang Hao roared, swinging his massive, crimson-glowing Clear Sky Hammer down toward her with the force to level a mountain.
Ah Yin did not flinch. She raised her hand, her own spirit power erupting. The Blood Silver Overlord Spear materialized in her grasp, its crimson and silver surface pulsing with devastating, piercing intent. She also deliberately didn't reveal her spirit rings, masking them flawlessly using her own profound connection to the Blood Silver Domain.
She thrust the heavy spear upward, meeting the descending hammer head-on.
CLANG!
The collision generated a horrific, ear-splitting shockwave. But to the absolute, staggering disbelief of everyone watching, it was not the elegant woman who was crushed. Ah Yin's Level 97 cultivation, bolstered by Ning Rongrong's supreme boost and the inherent, god-tier quality of her evolved spear, provided her with an overwhelming, absolute physical superiority. She deflected the massive hammer with a single, elegant twist of her wrist, the sheer force of her parry pushing Tang Hao back instantly, sending the giant stumbling backward, his boots skidding across the rubble.
"Is that all your strength, Tang Hao?" Ah Yin mocked coldly, spinning the spear into an offensive guard.
As for Zhang Tian, he simply disappeared.
He didn't leap or fly; he utilized his profound speed and spatial awareness to vanish from the ground entirely. He actually appeared high in the sky, hovering directly opposite the heavily armored, deeply intimidated figure of Tang Xiao.
"Sect Master Tang," Zhang Tian greeted smoothly, crossing his arms. "Let us see if your hammer can match your status as Sect Leader of Clear Sky Sect." Tang Xiao, standing at Level 96, gripped his weapon, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow as he stared at the red-haired monster.
Down on the ground, the eight Titled Douluo elders of the Clear Sky Sect hastily formed a defensive circle, raising their heavy hammers as they were suddenly, violently attacked by Qian Renxue.
The Seraphim heiress did not hold back. She had already fully unleashed her Innate Domain, the Angelic Domain. A massive, blinding sphere of pure, holy light expanded rapidly, completely engulfing the eight elders. The sacred energy actively suppressed their dark, heavy auras, attempting to purify their spirit power.
She immediately utilized the devastating Spirit Ring abilities of her supreme Seraphim spirit.
"Seventh Spirit Ring Ability: Seraphim Spirit Avatar!" Qian Renxue chanted, her voice echoing with divine majesty.
A massive, golden phantom of a six-winged angel appeared behind her, enclosing her whole body in a blinding, golden radiance. The light intensified exponentially, covering her rings and turning her own four wings a brilliant, solid gold. The radiant light restricted the elders' sight and completely blinded their spiritual force probing, leaving them fighting in a sea of disorienting brightness.
"First Spirit Ring Ability: Angel Attack!"
She concentrated her massive, holy Spirit Power into her fist, releasing an instant, explosive blast of pure golden energy that slammed into the chest of the Seventh Elder, sending him flying backward through the air with a shattered sternum.
"Fifth Spirit Ring Ability: Holy Sword!"
A massive, gleaming longsword composed entirely of condensed, holy flames materialized in her right hand. The divine fire purified and amplified her spirit power output by a staggering three hundred percent. She swung the blade in a wide, horizontal arc, forcing three elders to frantically raise their hammer avatars to block the searing, armor-melting heat.
"Sixth Spirit Ring Ability: Angel's Howl!" Qian Renxue commanded coldly, her eyes flashing.
She instantaneously converted fifty percent of her massive spirit power into a pure, devastating mental attack, encompassing a wide, unavoidable range within the domain. The invisible, psychic shockwave slammed into the minds of the eight elders simultaneously. Because her mental strength, boosted by Rongrong, was phenomenally higher than the exhausted elders, the attack resulted in immediate, catastrophic mental damage, causing a severe, paralyzing stunning effect that dropped three of the elders to their knees, clutching their bleeding ears.
While the holy fire consumed the elders, a far darker, more primal hunt was beginning.
As for Zhu Zhuqing, she unleashed the full, terrifying majesty of her god-tier spirit. The massive, pitch-black phantom of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger roared into existence behind her back, its demonic wings flaring and its scorpion tail whipping aggressively through the air. The heavy, suffocating attributes of evil, darkness, space, and time flooded the courtyard.
She did not bother with verbal taunts. Her body blurred, becoming a streak of pure, unadulterated darkness as she sped directly towards Tang San, her sharp, razor-like claws extending, fully intending to engage, fight, and utterly defeat the arrogant youth in a brutal, bloody clash of predators.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
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