Of Heaven Dou City's five million residents, barely one-tenth are estimated to survive the upheaval.
Most Survivors come from the Outskirts and Remote Towns; they were never close to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family—Heaven's mercy.
But the dead deserved their fate. They clung to royalty, worshipped false gods, monopolized resources—such sins warranted death!
The Heaven Dou Empire now exists in name only; only that Old Dog Emperor Xue Ye still stands.
Chu Feng flickered like a shadow across the ruins, hunting any lingering demonic aura.
That hell-born Satan was disgusting—after using Bone Douluo, he tried to brew plague from carnage, yet Chu Feng purged it all.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo stood obediently on a broken battlement, quietly admiring Chu Feng's heroic bearing.
They were utterly convinced; the fierce battle they'd just witnessed would haunt them for life.
"Old Ghost, what's his relation to Miss Qian Renxue? He slays dragons and demons—no ordinary Titled Douluo."
Chrysanthemum Douluo nudged Ghost's shoulder, unable to resist gossip amid his shock.
Ghost Douluo rolled his eyes and sneered, "Jealous, Dead Flower? The young lady's affairs aren't ours to pry into."
He knew that in this situation both he and Chrysanthemum could only rely on this stranger.
Otherwise they had no way to give Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong a satisfactory answer.
To them, Chu Feng could solve every present problem.
Naturally, they wouldn't question him about the Heaven Dou royalty; they'd feign ignorance.
"Still here? Waiting for me?"
Chu Feng arrived like a gust before the two, smiling; he already saw half their thoughts.
"May we ask where you hail from, Senior? We've roamed the continent for years yet never seen such splendor."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's flattery twisted his face into a knot.
Chu Feng chuckled coolly. "You're not qualified to ask."
That icy reply made Ghost Douluo shiver, as if abyssal spirit power pressed upon him.
"Hehe, we'd like to invite you to Spirit Hall; His Holiness the Pope will thank you personally for aiding Miss Qian Renxue."
Even the gloomy Ghost lowered his head—sincerity indeed.
Yet Chu Feng only gave a cold grunt and rode a column of Primordial Chaos Qi skyward.
He ignored them; he knew they merely sought to shift blame, caring little for Qian Renxue herself.
Besides, she was still trapped on the path to godhood; their relieved looks struck him as hypocritical.
Ghost and Chrysanthemum stood like posts, helpless, watching Chu Feng come and go like the wind.
Chu Feng stood before the Gate of Angels, Satan's hell-born whispers still murmuring in his ears.
But demons dared not show themselves again unless they wished utter eradication.
The remnant fiendish aura on the path to godhood was swept away by his Primordial Chaos Qi, and a familiar angelic fragrance drifted forth.
The abyss shrank to palm-size; within, Qian Renxue lay unconscious.
Without a word Chu Feng thrust in his arm; the abyss latched onto him and swallowed him whole.
"Time to wake. If you don't, night will fall and the angel's radiance may dim."
He spoke deliberately; Qian Renxue's stubborn nature needed provocation.
His words, however, seemed to over-delight her—she sprang upright.
She seized his clothes with a rip, tearing them halfway off in her zeal.
Chu Feng had finally dropped his aloofness, yet Qian Renxue lost all composure.
"What are you doing?" he asked slowly, stepping back.
She hugged him and pressed a moist, fragrant kiss to his lips.
"Thank you!"
Tears sparkled at her grateful words.
"Hey, no need—just becoming a god. That tense?"
Easy-going, Chu Feng did like her, but her boldness caught him off guard.
First: he was a gentleman. Second: no simp. Accepting her felt like seizing a ripe chance.
After all, she was repaying kindness; Chu Feng had turned her fate around.
"Let me thank you properly, now, while I can."
She spoke pitiably, the divine force within her lending seductive charm.
"Huh?"
What could Chu Feng do? Follow his heart.
Thus the angel's offering began in the abyss.
After a while Chu Feng drifted out, glowing with vigor.
The muscles across his chest had swelled, blood roaring like fire.
Frankly, he found the encounter abrupt and unexpected.
Yet some romances arrive unannounced; from now on their bond would be tighter.
He walked to the Gate of Angels and pushed it open; twelve golden wings unfurled behind him.
With a whoosh the abyss vanished, dissolved by the soft, warm light from within.
The two angel statues beside the path to godhood blazed; their light swept across the entire Douluo Continent for all to see.
"It's an angel—Xiao Wu, come look, an angel!"
At Shrek Academy, Tang San and Dai Mubai shouted, their daily training interrupted.
They were utterly entranced by the angelic radiance.
Bibi Dong stepped from Spirit Hall, Papal Scepter in hand, shielding her eyes from the dazzling, sacred sight.
Uncertain what it was, she sensed a mighty presence—had Douluo birthed a god?
Most commoners would call this the Moment of Divine Revelation, while many high-rank Spirit Masters felt the continent's order challenged.
Whether god-light or not, they knew it surpassed spirit power.
The brilliance faded; dazzling starlight drifted from the Gate of Angels, and snowy-white twelve wings emerged.
Qian Renxue strode out, though her visage remained hidden from the world.
Yet numerous Titled Douluo beheld those wings in dreamlike visions, seized with dread.
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