The blood-red color was almost overflowing.
Compared to the eighth Soul Ring of Qian Renxue's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
It was extremely obvious.
Tang Chen felt a faint sense of familiarity.
"As expected, it's the White Queen." Tang Chen's deep black eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the shock on his face lingered for a long time.
Why did Ning Rongrong's appearance change when entering the Slaughter City, even to the point where even he, a Limit Douluo, couldn't see through it?
But the killing aura gradually dissipating around the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, that aura.
Having spent so many years with the Bloodred Nine-Headed Bat King at Sunset, it was a feeling more familiar than his deceased wife.
Even if the Bloodred Nine-Headed Bat King turned to ash, Tang Chen would recognize it.
Meanwhile, in the VIP room of the Blazing Wind Team, Bi Ji, who had always been calm, seemed to lose her usual composure, her eyes filled with incredulity, murmuring subconsciously:
"What an evil Soul Ring."
As the Emerald Swan of the life attribute, the moment Ning Rongrong revealed her Soul Ring, she sensed the terrifying resentment in the red Soul Ring.
The age of this Soul Ring was probably over 500,000 years, far exceeding Qian Renxue's 199,000-year eighth Soul Ring.
"This Soul Ring..." No one was more sensitive to the Soul Ring's aura than Qian Renxue up close.
As the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul that purifies evil, in Ning Rongrong's revealed eighth Soul Ring, she sensed infinite malice.
"Ning Rongrong, what is the origin of your eighth Soul Ring?"
Rarely did Qian Renxue not continue attacking.
"Isn't it pretty?" Ning Rongrong didn't answer, "This is a Soul Ring even more refined than your 100,000-year ones."
Qian Renxue frowned tightly, not responding to Ning Rongrong.
This strange Soul Ring absolutely had nothing to do with the Star Dou Forest.
During her time in the Star Dou Forest, she hadn't heard of any 100,000-year soul beasts perishing, let alone a Soul Ring age reaching such a level.
Qian Renxue's mind recalled what Bibi Dong had mentioned.
"Ning Rongrong is suspected of having entered the Slaughter City."
Could it be...
Qian Renxue's brows relaxed, her tone serious: "Is it related to the Slaughter City?"
"Who knows! I have no need to explain it to you." Ning Rongrong smiled faintly.
The killing aura around the Soul Ring dissipated at a visible speed.
In just over ten seconds, the infinite resentment vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
The 100,000-year Soul Ring attached to the Soul Ring, apart from its vivid color, no longer had that oppressive malicious intent from before.
"Hiss—"
Though Qian Renxue didn't understand how Ning Rongrong did it, she knew it was match time now.
Moreover, she felt it very clearly.
Ning Rongrong had grown stronger, different from before, giving a ethereal feeling.
"Whatever, it has nothing to do with me anyway." Qian Renxue took a deep breath, "I just need to defeat you."
"Let's start the second round!"
"Don't dodge like before; I've already seen through your five-sense illusion."
"Is that so? That's really impressive!" Ning Rongrong laughed, unconcerned.
In Qian Renxue's hand, the Angel Holy Sword emitted scorching heat again, holy radiance under the Angel God Armor's boost, like a god.
Qian Renxue directly locked onto Ning Rongrong's position with her mental power.
Terrifying pressure compressed onto the Angel Holy Sword's blade, scorching heat waves expanding outward layer by layer.
The entire sky was dyed red.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Angel Judgment"
Light erupted suddenly, scorching brilliance like the sun covering the entire Giant Sword Mountain, also obscuring Ning Rongrong's line of sight.
The stern attack would heavily injure or even kill an ordinary Soul Douluo in its range.
The scorching light covered the dim area, and suddenly a black dot appeared.
"Leonis Bullet—Spatial Quake"
The black dot expanded at an unbelievable speed, becoming a huge rift in seconds, starting to devour surrounding energy.
Qian Renxue was shocked, flapping her six wings to retreat dozens of meters.
Time passed second by second.
The holy energy of Angel Judgment vanished at a visible speed.
In mid-air, only a rift stretching hundreds of meters remained, like the sky torn open.
Ning Rongrong stood quietly not far behind the rift, her blue-white pupils with the clock face, the hands slowly rotating.
"Is that a Martial Soul?"
Qian Renxue was puzzled; Ning Rongrong's eyes didn't feel like a Martial Soul type thing.
Like Gu Yuena, who didn't have a Martial Soul herself.
The Silver Dragon Spear she used was a weapon she forged herself, just compatible with her soul power, making it look like a soul tool, or perhaps it was a divine-grade soul tool to begin with.
The blue hand on Ning Rongrong's right eye stopped, and the spatial rift began to close and disappear.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath and launched another attack.
She fully urged the soulbone set, the Angel Holy Sword in her hand emitting a faint low hum.
At the same time, on the giant sword's position, an ancient discarded broken sword, under Qian Renxue's soul power influence, achieved special resonance.
Giant Sword Mountain was also known as the Sword Grave.
Successive holders of the Angel Martial Soul were all sword experts, their broken swords all buried here.
Faith...
What Qian Renxue urged was the power of faith.
It was just that the faith power she could invoke now was very little.
Qian Renxue turned into a ray of golden light, charging straight at Ning Rongrong.
"Power of faith?" The resonance between the Angel Holy Sword and Giant Sword Mountain brought surprise to Ning Rongrong's face.
The inherited move of the Angel Holy Sword was only one: when the Angel Holy Sword suppressed the fire spring in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well's yang spring.
Receiving the baptism of the Fire Dragon King's bones, that power was absorbed by the Angel Holy Sword.
And that move was Myriad Suns Soaring Heaven.
"Hu—"
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand floated up.
At her right hand's position, a weapon condensed that was identical in style to the real Angel Holy Sword in Qian Renxue's hand.
Compared to Qian Renxue, she, Ning Rongrong, had truly absorbed the power of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
A scorching pressure assaulted head-on; Qian Renxue was already close.
Only a voice rang out:
"Divine Skill—Myriad Suns Soaring Heaven"
The fire dragon roared out from the sword blade, accompanied by holy divine soul power, devouring Ning Rongrong and the surrounding space.
However, the hundred-meter-high flame vortex suddenly trembled violently, being rapidly compressed.
In Qian Renxue's incredulous gaze, the flames quickly melted away.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong held a weapon almost identical in style to the Angel Holy Sword.
Flames dancing on the sword blade, and the temperature around rising to extremes.
Qian Renxue's expression changed abruptly, hurriedly activating defense and retreating to open distance.
"Angel Guard" A circle of halos surrounded for defense.
"Qian Renxue, so-called skills and techniques, when reaching a certain level, even others' skills can be used!"
Qian Renxue's brows knitted tightly.
Suddenly, the pseudo Angel Holy Sword in Ning Rongrong's hand turned into an ultimate fire dragon, opening its bloody maw to assault.
In the air came Ning Rongrong's voice.
"Sword Skill—Myriad Suns Soaring Heaven"
The moment the words fell, the fire dragon's bloody maw swallowed Qian Renxue and the Six-Winged Angel behind her in one gulp.
The terrifying energy of the spreading mountain fire rampaged, one side of the arena and farther areas burning and distorting.
After the hundreds-of-meters fire dragon swallowed Qian Renxue, it flew thousands of meters away,
Then,
"Boom" It exploded, a hundreds-of-meters flame vortex appearing in the sky.
The huge flame vortex formed, illuminating the entire Spirit Hall City red.
Layers of heat waves battered the air, rolling downward.
Spirit Hall's Title Douluo all took the stage, blocking the pouring energy to avoid harming Spirit Hall City's residents.