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Feathers from a celestial angel surged from the gates of the Douluo Hall, scattering across the plaza in front of the Pope's Hall. From behind the Pope's Hall, an angel with eight wings and flames dancing across their body burst forth like a golden meteor, rushing toward the front of the Pope's Hall.
"That's a Seraphim! That soul pressure… could it be Qian Renxue from the Qian Clan?" Ning Fengzhi's brows furrowed tightly as he stared at the incoming Angelic Spirit.
"No, Fengzhi, that's not a Seraphim. Look closely—there are four pairs of wings. That's an Eight-Winged Angel! And her eighth spirit ring is a hundred-thousand-year one. The Qian Clan must have been hiding a supreme genius all along!"
Sword Douluo explained, recalling how, years ago during the younger generation's competitions, everyone had estimated Qian Renxue's talent to be comparable to Qian Xunji's at best. At her age, they believed her cultivation could be no higher than Soul Emperor, perhaps Soul Sage at most. For that reason, he didn't think this was Qian Renxue.
As angelic feathers fluttered in the air, the angel descended before the Pope's Hall, stopping before the Golden Holy Dragon. The four pairs of wings unfurled, revealing a stunningly beautiful young woman with golden hair cascading down her back, dressed in an elegant, form-fitting palace gown—her beauty capable of toppling nations.
Naturally, this was none other than the very person Sword Douluo had just denied—Qian Renxue.
"Greetings, Young Master!"
Aside from Qian Renhan, who remained seated, the three Titled Douluos, the surrounding red-clad bishops, and those below Pope Hill who witnessed the Angelic Spirit all dropped to one knee in reverence.
Ghost Douluo retreated slightly before kneeling on one knee.
"It really is Qian Renxue! How has her martial spirit evolved as well?" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed in disbelief. The Qian Clan, as the oldest family on the continent, had only ever experienced the degradation of the Seraphim Spirit—never evolution. Yet now, after meeting Qian Renhan in Heaven Dou City and witnessing his Fallen Angel Spirit evolve into something even more terrifying, Qian Renxue's Angelic Spirit had evolved too. Could the Spirit Hall have discovered some unique cultivation method to facilitate martial spirit evolution?
If that were the case, then regardless of the cost, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had to acquire this knowledge. Ning Fengzhi would not even hesitate to offer Ning Rongrong to Qian Renhan as a concubine, if that's what it took. Evolving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into Eight Treasures—or even Nine Treasures—had been the Ning Clan's wish for countless generations.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi was filled with endless regret. Why had he interfered back in Heaven Dou City and provoked Qian Renhan, causing the relationship between Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to deteriorate? If he hadn't, there might still be a chance.
The Golden Iron Triangle, feeling the immense pressure emanating from Qian Renxue, wore grim expressions, not daring to act recklessly.
Qian Renxue turned to ask, "Brother, may I handle this Golden Holy Dragon?"
"Fifteen seconds. If you can't deal with this Golden Holy Dragon within fifteen seconds, return to Douluo Hall and resume your training. The reward I promised you for completing the Seventh Trial will be revoked," Qian Renhan replied, his voice leaving no room for doubt.
Qian Renxue's current cultivation had reached level 86, further enhanced by a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring. Her strength rivaled even Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo. If she couldn't slay this Golden Holy Dragon—who hadn't even reached the level of a Titled Douluo—within fifteen seconds, it would bring shame to the name of the Angelic Spirit.
"Understood," Qian Renxue agreed without hesitation.
Rage burned on the faces of the Golden Iron Triangle. She was treating the three of them as if they didn't exist—brazenly declaring before everyone that she would slay their pride, the Golden Holy Dragon, within fifteen seconds. It was like grinding their faces into the ground before the entire crowd.
"Fifteen seconds to defeat us? Let's see if you truly have the skill!" Yu Xiaogang roared, golden flames blazing in his eyes. "Golden Holy Dragon's ultimate technique—Sacred Dragon Manifestation!"
The Golden Holy Dragon's entire body was shrouded in golden light, surging forward like a golden meteor toward Qian Renxue. Its massive head lunged for a devastating collision.
"Angel Domain."
"External Spirit Bone—Wings of the Goddess of Light."
Qian Renxue went all-out from the start. The External Spirit Bone she had obtained from the sacrifice of the Light Goddess Butterfly fused with her wings, increasing her flight speed once again. A burst of golden radiance erupted from her Angelic Spirit as a spherical domain expanded, enveloping the Golden Holy Dragon, the Golden Iron Triangle, Qian Renhan, and the surrounding onlookers.
Dark soul power surged around Qian Renhan's body, isolating him from the purifying force of the Angel Domain. Glancing at the roughly twenty-meter-wide platform before him, he remarked, "Looks like this little square needs expansion. Such a pitiful size."
"First Spirit Ability—Angel Assault!"
With a powerful flap of her wings, Qian Renxue swooped in a U-shaped arc, conserving energy by avoiding a head-on clash. She dove beneath the dragon's massive head and delivered a thunderous punch directly to its chin.
"At least she's finally showing some growth," Qian Renhan's usually cold gaze softened slightly.
With a roar of pain, the Golden Holy Dragon's head snapped backward, the impact shattering the teeth between its two fangs with a concussive blast.
The Golden Holy Dragon and Yu Xiaogang shared a symbiotic bond—any damage the dragon sustained would partially transfer to Yu Xiaogang, much like when Tang San hunted his first spirit ring from the Mandala Snake and Luo Sanpao was bitten, the wound manifested on Yu Xiaogang as well.
Yu Xiaogang felt a searing pain in his jaw, his head drooping slightly as two lower front teeth fell to the ground.
"Divine Sword!"
The fifth spirit ring beneath Qian Renxue's feet lit up as golden flames compressed and coalesced into a sleek, exquisitely crafted sword, three feet in length.
Without pausing after her first punch, Qian Renxue slashed the Divine Sword toward the Golden Holy Dragon, unleashing a searing, golden arc of sword energy stretching over ten meters.
Flender shouted, "Xiaogang, defend—now!"
Yu Xiaogang, controlling the Golden Holy Dragon, had no time to evade. He could only raise the dragon's claw in a desperate attempt to block the incoming golden blade.
"Crack—"
A spray of blood and flesh followed as the dragon claw raised to block the sword was severed cleanly by Qian Renxue's strike. At the same moment, Yu Xiaogang let out a blood-curdling scream, his right arm erupting in a mist of blood.
In just a punch and a slash, Qian Renxue dealt two devastating blows to the Golden Holy Dragon—all within three seconds.
She then raised the Divine Sword high with both hands. As her arms extended outward, ten ethereal long swords appeared, five on each side, symmetrically fanning out from the central Divine Sword.
"It's over!"
Bringing her hands together, the ten spectral swords merged into the Divine Sword above her head. With each sword absorbed, its aura intensified. When all eleven swords fused, the Divine Sword reached its full potential—eighty meters long and ten meters wide.
On the other side of the battlefield, Liu Erlong turned to look at the blood mist exploding from Yu Xiaogang's arm, her eyes burning crimson. She then fixed her gaze on Qian Renxue's face—so reminiscent of Bibi Dong's—and completely lost control.
"Qian Renxue, you wretched spawn! You and Qian Renhan are both cursed bastards—offspring of that beast Qian Xunji and the woman he violated, Bibi Dong!"
Her words sent shockwaves through the crowd. The expressions of the Titled Douluos who knew the truth shifted dramatically. All the red-clad bishops instinctively glanced at Qian Renhan, only to quickly avert their gaze, masking their faces in calm fear of losing their heads.
Even Tang San, who had been secretly attempting to rescue Xiao Wu amidst the chaos of the battle between the Golden Holy Dragon and the Eight-Winged Angel, turned in shock. "Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue… are both Bibi Dong's children?!"
Qian Renhan's eternally indifferent eyes narrowed slightly but quickly returned to normal. Reputation? Meaningless. Everything was already set in motion. To him, the only value left in this continent's people was their offering of faith.
Xue'er… eight seconds remain. Can you seize this final moment?
(End of Chapter)