The second half of the semifinals, Shrek Academy vs. the Holy Spirit Sect, was about to begin. The individual elimination round was first, and the head referee Zheng Zhan gave the order for the first contestants to enter the ring.
"Yiyi, go get them!" Zhu Ziyang held Qian Lingyi's hand and encouraged her.
"Don't worry! I'm an Angel's descendant—taking out a few Evil Soul Masters is child's play. Just wait and watch me!" Qian Lingyi replied with full confidence.
She walked proudly onto the stage. When the audience saw that Shrek Academy's first contestant was a tall beauty with flowing golden hair, they momentarily forgot their stance and erupted in cheers.
Zheng Zhan's eyes lit up in amazement when he saw Qian Lingyi. But inwardly, he sighed. Such a beautiful girl—what a pity. He had already received Xu Tianran's orders: in certain situations, he was to pretend not to see. And he knew exactly what that meant. That's why he felt so conflicted.
On the Holy Spirit Sect's side, a cloaked young man stepped forward. His aura was chilling and deathly, steeped in resentment—classic Holy Spirit Sect traits. Qian Lingyi frowned as soon as she saw him. With her Six-Winged Angel martial soul, she could clearly see the sins weighing on his soul. Saying he was steeped in sin was no exaggeration!
"Shrek Academy, Qian Lingyi!"
"Holy Spirit Sect, Wang Xiaolei!"
After both sides gave their names, they retreated to the edges of the ring. Zheng Zhan then declared: "Match—begin!"
The audience watched as the Shrek Academy beauty suddenly charged straight at her opponent—without even summoning her martial soul! Everyone was stunned and began speculating on Qian Lingyi's intentions.
Wang Xiaolei, caught off guard by her reckless assault, instantly summoned his martial soul and soul rings: two yellow, two purple, two black—Soul Emperor level.
"Witch-type martial soul, huh?" Zhu Ziyang murmured upon seeing it.
Wang Xiaolei used his second soul skill—a gray-white ring of cold energy shot toward Qian Lingyi.
She didn't hold back anymore. Her Angel martial soul activated—three pairs of angelic wings unfurled behind her, and a radiant Sword of Light appeared in her hand. Her two yellow, two purple, two black, one red—seven soul rings blazed forth. In an instant, divine and holy light filled the entire stage.
Seeing Qian Lingyi's martial soul, many couldn't remain seated. On the VIP platform, the Black-Robed Grandmaster stood up. In Shrek's rest area, Xu Jiujiu and Wei Na rose. Hidden in the audience, Du Busi and Xu Luo also stood. All of them were true Douluo Continent natives, and high-ranking ones at that. They recognized it immediately: this was the Six-Winged Angel martial soul of the ancient Spirit Hall!
"Six-Winged Angel!" the Black-Robed Grandmaster clenched his fists, teeth grinding in hatred. In his mind, Qian Lingyi's threat level had now surpassed even Zhu Ziyang's.
Xu Tianran gave him a strange look—this was the first time he'd seen the Grandmaster lose composure. As a Sun Moon Empire native, he wasn't very familiar with the history of the ancient Douluo Continent.
"Xuanzi, your Shrek Academy sure is... inclusive." Du Busi sneered.
"Of course," replied Xuanzi shamelessly. "If we weren't, how would we recruit so many genius students?"
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Back onstage, Wang Xiaolei was struck with overwhelming fear the moment Qian Lingyi revealed her martial soul. But before he could react, her judgment descended.
With her Sword of Light, she shattered his soul skill in one strike. Then, raising her sword high above her head, she spoke in a clear and solemn voice: "Holy Sword, Judgment!"
Behind her, her black soul ring lit up. The white sword in her hands was instantly engulfed in golden flames, transforming into a blazing gold greatsword. Its radiant light was fierce and imposing, too much for the wicked to even look at.
The Holy Sword fell, surrounded by sacred light, slashing toward Wang Xiaolei. He now realized this strike would kill him—and immediately shouted:
"I surrender—!"
But Qian Lingyi ignored him completely. The Holy Sword fell upon his head, and a blood-curdling scream rang through the arena. The angel's blade had begun its divine judgment.
"Stop!" Zheng Zhan yelled at that moment—but it was already too late.
Wang Xiaolei was already engulfed in pure light. The Angel's unique purifying power activated instantly upon contact with an Evil Soul Master. In the blink of an eye, the two-meter-tall man dissolved into ashes. A black mist rose from his remains—burned away by the golden light.
In the span of a breath, a Soul Emperor-level Evil Soul Master was erased without a trace.
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The arena fell completely silent.
Only Qian Lingyi stood calmly on stage, eyes closed, basking in the light's blessing for purging evil.
"I told you to stop. Why did you kill him?!" Zheng Zhan roared in fury. A dignified Title Douluo, ignored by a junior? Unacceptable!
"Under the Angel's sword, Evil Soul Masters have no path to survival!" Qian Lingyi opened her eyes. Her beautiful gaze was firm. Though her voice was soft, it echoed clearly in every spectator's ears.
For a moment, a small part of the audience was stirred with passion—but the majority felt guilt and shame.
After all, the man judged by this angel had represented their Sun Moon Empire. And they had cheered for the Holy Spirit Sect, hoping they'd beat this angel. How disgraceful.
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But the Holy Spirit Sect—and the Black-Robed Grandmaster—were furious. Qian Lingyi's words were an outright insult. If they tolerated this, they might as well rename themselves the Turtle Sect.
The second Holy Spirit Sect contestant leapt into the ring in rage.
"Holy Spirit Sect, Yan Feng! I'll rip your wings off—one by one—and devour them!"
"Hmph." Qian Lingyi just gave him a cold, disdainful smile.
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Second match—begin!
Yan Feng turned out to be a Soul Sage, and immediately used his martial soul true body—his form became a massive bone dragon. Over twenty meters long, its skull flamed with cold blue fire, and its black skeletal wings emitted a chilling aura.
"Your sins are twice as heavy as the last." Qian Lingyi's pretty face darkened with fury. Her scarlet 100,000-year soul ring flared, its light blinding. This was the first appearance of a 100,000-year soul skill on the tournament stage. All eyes were riveted.
Six-Winged Angel True Body! Qian Lingyi's form tripled in size, her angelic wings gleamed brilliantly, golden hair sparkling with starlight. A golden crown adorned her brow, set with a golden diamond-shaped gem. Her slender body was now clad in radiant golden armor, adorned with red and silver etchings—exquisitely crafted.
Her Holy Sword had transformed too—now carved with angelic totems, and the tip glowed blood red. It was no longer just a sword, but the Solar Holy Sword—a weapon of judgment and slaughter.
To see martial soul true bodies clash in a soul master tournament, especially one for participants under twenty, was astonishing. The audience was thrilled—Soul Sages were high-level powerhouses anywhere, and now two were fighting in front of them!
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But while the spectacle looked grand, the actual fight ended almost instantly.
Yan Feng's bone dragon form lunged with full power, but Qian Lingyi raised her Solar Holy Sword and met him head-on. With a single strike, she sliced off both claws, then thrust the blade through the dragon's skull. The angel's light, fire, and divine power burst forth together—and in an instant, the bone dragon was purified.
The arena echoed with sizzling sounds. Like snow under the sun, the bone dragon melted into white liquid, which then evaporated in golden flame, leaving no trace.
A clean, complete annihilation.
Zheng Zhan stood dumbfounded. This time, Yan Feng didn't even get to admit defeat—he just died. Even if Zheng Zhan wanted to intervene, it was too late.
"Damn it!" On the VIP stage, the Black-Robed Grandmaster slammed his chair's armrest in rage. If he hadn't placed so much trust in Wu Yun and Wu Yu's strength, he'd have gone out himself to kill this Six-Winged Angel girl already.
Xu Tianran noticed the Grandmaster's reaction. Outwardly, he looked furious too—but inwardly, he was even angrier. He now felt the Grandmaster's disciples were utter trash. Didn't he boast of an 80% chance of victory? Yet a single girl was enough to drive him to the brink?
Useless. Absolutely useless. He had trusted the wrong people.
Most of the audience remained silent. But a few had started cheering for Qian Lingyi, chanting "Angel! Angel!" with fervent expressions—perhaps, just like tens of thousands of years ago, when the first Angel God rose to power...
(End of Chapter)
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