The flames lasted for several minutes before gradually showing signs of weakening.
Suddenly, the flame vortex twisted irregularly, as if something inside was struggling.
Golden light tore through the sea of fire, rushing out from the flame vortex.
Qian Renxue, clad in the Angel God Armor, reappeared, flapping her wings to return to her position on the arena.
"Hu—" Qian Renxue gasped roughly, her eyes complex.
Ultimate technique, even reflecting back a divine skill infused with faith power in a clever way, operating more simply than her.
Simply to the point of being unbelievable.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Ning Rongrong asked aloud. After reaching perfection, she no longer feared Qian Renxue.
The simulated Angel Holy Sword in Ning Rongrong's hand had already turned to ashes in that previous strike.
However, even without a weapon, she wasn't afraid now.
She had finally endured to the end.
As long as the God Realm didn't intervene, she would dare to pluck whiskers from the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda slowly fell into Ning Rongrong's palm.
The colors of the Soul Rings didn't seem to have much change.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, brilliant gold, red.
Due to the eighth Soul Ring's blood-red being too vivid, even the surrounding audience would have a hard time noticing the subtle changes in the six black Soul Rings in front of Ning Rongrong if not looking carefully.
All the black Soul Rings' ages had been elevated to 99,999 years.
"The match hasn't ended yet. This is the only Soul Master Tournament I've participated in; I don't want to leave any regrets." Qian Renxue's tone was firm.
"Third Soul Skill—Angel Blessing."
Faint angelic light sprinkled down.
The injuries on Qian Renxue's body recovered at a visible speed.
Seeing Qian Renxue recover quickly, Ning Rongrong said, "You've been the one attacking all along, so this time, let me do it."
"Um?"
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment.
Before she could react, Ning Rongrong's golden pupil began to rotate, the blue aura behind the clock dissipating, leaving only the golden clock, identical to Ning Rongrong's left eye.
Feeling the oppressive aura surge, Qian Renxue had to stay vigilant.
At that moment, spatial doors cracked open in the area around Ning Rongrong.
From inside emerged Ning Rongrongs holding long spears or Angel Holy Swords.
That's right, they were Ning Rongrongs. Although their hairstyles differed slightly from the real body, their outlines were completely Ning Rongrong's appearance.
"What skill is this?"
Qian Renxue frowned tightly, watching over a hundred Ning Rongrongs surround her completely.
Even Qian Renxue, who had seen great storms, broke out in cold sweat on her forehead.
Meeting the gazes of these Ning Rongrongs felt like being stared at by wild beasts.
Clearly, when she was still Xue Qinghe, Ning Rongrong always gave off a weak impression.
"Go on, attack!" Ning Rongrong's voice rang out, and all the clones began to attack.
Whether Ning Rongrongs with guns or with Angel Holy Swords, they all launched attacks on Qian Renxue from all directions.
Qian Renxue didn't dare to be careless; she didn't know the strength of these Ning Rongrongs, but being ganged up on would definitely be bad.
Qian Renxue spread her Angel Wings and flew swiftly.
Moving up, down, left, right, dodging the dense bullets and the continuously assaulting Ning Rongrong clones holding Angel Holy Swords.
Gradually, Qian Renxue grasped the pattern.
These clones were strong, but there was an obvious gap compared to the main body. Qian Renxue seized the openings.
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul erupted with intense light in an instant.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Angel Phantom."
As a 100,000-year Soul Ring, it usually had two skills, and Qian Renxue's eighth Soul Ring, besides being nearly 190,000 years, was also the most suitable for her.
Compared to the other skill Angel Judgment, Angel Phantom was a large-range group attack ability.
Qian Renxue flew into the high air, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul emitting dazzling light.
Countless feathers turned into golden flying blades, sprinkling from the sky like falling petals.
While resisting the attacks of Ning Rongrong's clones, the dense attack frequency destroyed Ning Rongrong's clones.
Several minutes later, Qian Renxue landed not far from Ning Rongrong again.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Angel True Body"
Under the boost of the 100,000-year soulbone set, Qian Renxue's Angel True Body was like the descent of the Angel God.
The holy aura made the entire Spirit Hall City feel an inviolable sense.
"Ning Rongrong, this is my final strike. If you can't block it, just admit defeat!"
"Oh! Interesting." Ning Rongrong seemed not to hear Qian Renxue's warning, her eyes moving slightly.
Ning Rongrong's palm clenched slightly. A long sword similar in style to the Angel Holy Sword but pale blue appeared in her hand.
"Is this the so-called power of a god?"
Cleverly achieved extreme realm!
Just like Tang San before, but compared to Tang San's situation, Qian Renxue's power was stronger and more terrifying.
"Fine, I'll test my own power too." Ning Rongrong smiled knowingly, "Perfection... is not something a mere Soul Master can compare to."
Strands of chill seeped out from every pore of Ning Rongrong.
This was originally the Ice Dragon King's power, but now this ice cold had thoroughly become her own strength.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Angel Judgment"
"Sword Skill—One Sword Frosts Nineteen Provinces"
Almost the instant Qian Renxue's voice fell, Ning Rongrong's voice rang out.
The temperature of the entire arena dropped steeply by seven or eight degrees.
Extreme cold and extreme heat dyed the entire Giant Sword Mountain at this moment.
Cold and heat collided nonstop.
The angelic phantom wielded its weapon, slashing down fiercely.
Light blazed, like a roaring torrent, emitting endless might.
Compared to the grand and sweeping eighth Soul Skill from Qian Renxue, Ning Rongrong's side appeared much more serene.
Merely a hundred-meter sword qi infused with chill slashed toward the sky.
Wherever it passed, everything was frozen.
Even the flames carrying the Six-Winged Angel's holy aura condensed into blocks in an instant.
They fell clattering onto the arena.
Even a 100,000-year Soul Skill couldn't block the erosion of the chill.
Sizzle—
The hundred-meter-tall angelic phantom was bisected at the waist by the blue chill ice.
The flames condensed into ice blocks smashed onto the ground one after another.
"Pu—"
Qian Renxue spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her spirit became listless, the faintly visible Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul slowly falling to the arena.
After landing on the arena, Qian Renxue staggered to her feet, her eyes quite complex:
"It's your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect that wins!"
At that moment, Title Douluo from Spirit Hall and the Worshipper Hall gathered near the arena. They had a momentum of charging up if words didn't match.
"What, does Spirit Hall can't afford to lose?"
Ning Rongrong raised her hand, and the Angel Holy Sword gripped tightly by Qian Renxue flew out of her hand into Ning Rongrong's grasp.
Lightly twirling a sword flower, Ning Rongrong said coldly:
"Title Douluo of Spirit Hall, do you want to test if the Angel Holy Sword in my hand is sharp?"
Not long after her words fell, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, along with Ning Fengzhi, also landed on the arena.
The three displayed their respective Soul Rings and levels.
Two 98th-level Title Douluo, plus Ning Fengzhi at 89th-level Soul Douluo, and a Ning Rongrong with suspected Title Douluo battle power.
Especially Ning Fengzhi; if he was similar to Ning Rongrong, another old silver coin who could fight and assist, tearing open his clothes to reveal eight-pack abs or something.
Could they fight this?
How many Title Douluo would Spirit Hall have to fill to level the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
For a moment, both sides fell into a subtle standoff, but neither made the first move.