"Next!"
After effortlessly dispatching an Evil Soul Sage, Qian Lingyi's condition not only showed no signs of decline but instead surged to its peak. Her aura burned brighter than ever, her cold expression unwavering, and her piercing gaze locked onto the Holy Spirit Sect's rest area like a hunter eyeing her prey.
Provoked by such an openly taunting remark, one of the five remaining Holy Spirit Sect members leapt onto the stage without hesitation.
"Holy Spirit Sect, Lu Genggeng!" The youth stared at Qian Lingyi with deep resentment as he announced his name, then followed it up with a threat. "You, who slaughter the Holy Emperor's followers, will suffer divine punishment! Roar!"
The Holy Emperor was the deity worshipped by the Holy Spirit Sect, though its origins remained unknown. Qian Lingyi paid no heed to his threat—she saw it as nothing more than a dying man's final outburst.
Lu Genggeng immediately released his martial soul and soul rings. His martial soul was Abomination, a typical undead-type creature with immense strength and a sturdy physique—one of the more powerful species among the undead. He was a Soul Emperor, with two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings gleaming as his body swelled, bulked up, and turned green.
"So ugly," Qian Lingyi couldn't help but mutter upon seeing his form after spirit possession.
Her remark was entirely fair. Abomination, by nature, was grotesque, and even as a martial soul it did nothing to improve one's looks.
By now, Lu Genggeng had transformed into a massive, rotund meatball over five meters tall. A dark green mist swirled around him, his eyes glowing blood-red. As he rolled forward to charge at Qian Lingyi, cracks splintered across the stage wherever he passed.
"Good!" Qian Lingyi shouted lightly, gripping her Solar Holy Sword with both hands. The second soul ring behind her flared, and golden radiance wrapped her blade. Beneath her feet, a six-pointed star array appeared, as if continuously feeding her power.
As Lu Genggeng closed the five-meter gap, Qian Lingyi stepped forward and slashed. Her strike, infused with divine power, cleaved precisely into his body.
His defensive soul power resisted for only a moment before vanishing like frost under the morning sun. The radiant sword pierced deep into the Abomination's grotesque body.
"Aaaaargh—!" Lu Genggeng's movements ceased abruptly. His shrill scream echoed through the arena as beams of golden light erupted from within his monstrous form. The angelic maiden withdrew her sword, leapt back dozens of meters, then ascended into the air. Her six angel wings unfurled, casting golden brilliance that rained down on the abominable creature.
Boom!
With a thunderous blast, Lu Genggeng was gone—utterly annihilated. Only a golden shower of light remained to prove he ever existed.
Thunderous cheers erupted across the stands as the audience celebrated the holy angel once again purging evil. Meanwhile, the Holy Spirit Sect members in the waiting area wore ashen faces. Compared to the previous two, Lu Genggeng's death was even more chilling. That cruel angel had injected Light into his body, then activated Divine Power from the outside. The resonance of holy energy caused his body to rupture and explode. Vicious—utterly vicious!
"I'll go next!" said one of the two girls yet to take the stage, her voice venomous, her eyes brimming with hatred.
"No," Zhang Peng immediately rejected. "Next up is Yan Feng."
"Yes!" Yan Feng stepped forward without complaint. "I'll tear that bird-woman to shreds!"
As Yan Feng ascended the stage, the girl glared at Zhang Peng. "Why not me? You know he's walking to his death!"
"This is strategy," Zhang Peng replied. "The Sect Master ordered us to ensure the Angel Martial Soul bearer dies. To achieve that, sacrifices must be made. We need to wear down her soul power first so you two can finish her off."
"Bullshit!" the girl snapped. "My sister and I can kill even Title Douluo. One little Soul Sage needs help?"
"Heh." Zhang Peng sneered. "This is a one-on-one knockout round. You know better than anyone what your solo strength is."
"..." She fell silent.
Meanwhile, the match was already over. Yan Feng, a Soul Emperor with a Skeleton martial soul, had no chance against the increasingly powerful Qian Lingyi. With a single Holy Spirit Slash, she ended it decisively.
"Excellent," the black-robed Grandmaster on the stage laughed coldly. Another disciple dead, yet he remained composed—his confidence in the Wu Yun and Wu Yu sisters unwavering.
"It's our turn now, right?" Wu Yun, the older of the two, spoke through gritted teeth.
"Not yet," Zhang Peng shook his head. He turned to the last male disciple. "Gu Yu, your turn."
"...Alright." Gu Yu had overheard everything and knew this was a death sentence. But he dared not defy orders. He turned to Wu Yun and Wu Yu and said solemnly, "Saintesses, avenge me."
Gu Yu stepped onto the stage like a man marching to execution. The sisters were visibly moved, their hatred for Qian Lingyi surging to its peak. Zhang Peng grinned—his plan had worked. The sacrifices weren't in vain.
The sisters' martial soul was called Soul of Vengeance, a rare and powerful evil martial soul awakened through extreme hatred. The greater their hatred for someone, the stronger they became against them. This was precisely why Zhang Peng sent cannon fodder—they were fueling Wu Yun and Wu Yu's wrath.
And the result? Perfect. Their hatred was now overflowing. With their strength and cultivation, killing a Soul Sage angel would be child's play.
On the stage, Qian Lingyi's sword pierced Gu Yu's heart. Divine Light spread through his body, igniting the sins embedded in his soul. As sacred fire devoured him, his agonized screams filled the air—heart-wrenching and tragic.
But Qian Lingyi remained unmoved. To be an angel, one needed both mercy and ruthless resolve—only then could the evil be fully purged.
Gu Yu burned to ash, his soul extinguished. That was the fifth Evil Soul Master she'd slain. This time, the cheers vastly outnumbered the silent. Wherever people are, they hope to see good triumph over evil.
"Wu Yun, Wu Yu." The black-robed Grandmaster could wait no longer. At his low growl, the sisters froze for a moment—then broke into sinister smiles.
"It's finally our turn," they said in perfect unison. Their voices quivered, their figures blurred, as if the two had merged into one and yet remained separate—an unsettling illusion.
Onstage, Qian Lingyi stood at the edge of the ring, eyes closed as she recovered. Five straight kills—one Soul Sage and four Soul Emperors—had taxed her heavily. Fortunately, each kill brought her the Light's reward, replenishing her soul power and advancing her cultivation.
She could feel it—defeat three more Soul Emperors, and she'd reach Rank 79.
Just as she thought that, she sensed a new presence. Her eyes snapped open.
Standing across from her was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen. Her face bore a sickly smile, and sin almost tangible surrounded her like a thick miasma.
Qian Lingyi frowned. She could sense that this girl's strength was in a completely different class from the five before. This time, she'd need to give everything she had.
"Holy Spirit Sect—Wu Yun."
(End of Chapter)
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