The second half of the semifinals, Shrek Academy's team versus the Holy Spirit Sect, was about to begin with the individual elimination round. The referee, Zheng Zhan, issued the command for the contestants to take the stage.
"Lingyi, do your best!" Zhu Ziyang said, holding Qian Lingyi's hand.
"Don't worry! I'm a descendant of angels. Dealing with these evil soul masters is as easy as snapping my fingers. Just watch me!" Qian Lingyi replied with brimming confidence.
Qian Lingyi strode confidently onto the arena. When the audience saw that Shrek Academy's contestant was a tall beauty with long golden hair, they momentarily forgot their allegiances and erupted into cheers.
Zheng Zhan, upon seeing Qian Lingyi, was struck by her stunning appearance but felt a pang of regret in his heart. He had already received orders from Xu Tianran to turn a blind eye when necessary, and he understood exactly what that meant. Thus, he couldn't help but feel pity for such a beautiful girl.
The Holy Spirit Sect's contestant was a young man draped in a cloak. His demeanor perfectly matched the sect's style—dark, eerie, and emanating a strong aura of death and resentment. This display caused Qian Lingyi to frown. As the possessor of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul, she could clearly see the heavy burden of sins on this young man. To call him deeply sinful was no exaggeration!
"Shrek Academy, Qian Lingyi!"
"Holy Spirit Sect, Wang Xiaolei!"
After exchanging names, both retreated to the edges of the arena at Zheng Zhan's signal. Then, Zheng Zhan announced, "The match begins!"
With that command, the audience watched in shock as Shrek Academy's beautiful contestant charged directly at the Holy Spirit Sect's contestant without summoning her martial soul immediately. The crowd was stunned, speculating about Qian Lingyi's intentions.
Seeing Qian Lingyi's reckless charge, Wang Xiaolei promptly summoned his martial soul and soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black, a total of six soul rings, revealing his Soul Emperor cultivation.
"A Lich martial soul, huh?" Zhu Ziyang muttered upon seeing Wang Xiaolei's martial soul.
With his martial soul activated, Wang Xiaolei immediately unleashed his second soul skill. A grayish-white ring of light, carrying a chilling aura, shot toward Qian Lingyi.
Qian Lingyi, no longer holding back, summoned her Angel martial soul. Three pairs of angelic wings appeared on her back, and a Sword of Light materialized in her hand. Her seven soul rings—two yellow, two purple, two black, and one red—shone brilliantly, filling the entire arena with a holy, radiant aura in an instant!
Upon seeing Qian Lingyi's martial soul, many could no longer stay seated. The black-robed Imperial Preceptor on the main platform, Xu Jiujiu and Wei Na in Shrek Academy's rest area, and Du Bushi and Xu Luo hidden among the audience all stood up. As true natives of the Douluo Continent and people of high status, they immediately recognized Qian Lingyi's martial soul as the Six-Winged Angel martial soul of the Martial Soul Hall from ten thousand years ago!
"Six-Winged Angel!" The black-robed Imperial Preceptor gritted his teeth in hatred, his fists clenched tightly. In his mind, Qian Lingyi's threat instantly surpassed Zhu Ziyang's.
Xu Tianran looked at the Imperial Preceptor with a strange expression, as it was the first time he had seen him so rattled. As a native of the Sun Moon Empire, he was not well-versed in the history of the Douluo Continent from ten thousand years ago.
"Xuan Zi, your Shrek Academy is truly full of inclusivity!" Du Bushi mocked Xuan Zi sarcastically.
"Heh, of course! If we weren't inclusive, how could we have so many genius students? Don't you agree?" Xuan Zi had few strengths, but his thick skin was one of them, and he remained unfazed by Du Bushi's taunts.
On the arena, the moment Qian Lingyi released her martial soul, Wang Xiaolei felt an unprecedented fear. But before he could react, Qian Lingyi's judgment descended upon him.
After summoning her martial soul, Qian Lingyi wielded the Sword of Light, shattering Wang Xiaolei's attack with a single strike. Then, gripping the sword with both hands and raising it above her head, she parted her lips and spoke in a clear, resonant voice: "Holy Sword, Judgment!"
Behind the stunning angel, a black soul ring flickered rapidly. The pure white sword in her hands was instantly engulfed in golden flames, transforming into a brilliant golden treasure sword. The sword radiated an overwhelmingly intense light, filled with an domineering aura that made those with impure hearts unable to meet its gaze.
The Holy Sword descended, its blade wreathed in light and sanctity, slashing toward Wang Xiaolei. At that moment, Wang Xiaolei realized that if this sword struck, he would surely die. Without hesitation, he shouted, "I surrender—"
However, Qian Lingyi showed no reaction to his surrender. The Holy Sword continued its descent, striking directly at his head. A piercing scream echoed through the venue as the angel's Holy Sword began its trial and judgment of sin.
"Stop!" At the same moment, Zheng Zhan shouted to intervene, but it was too late.
Wang Xiaolei was completely enveloped by the light of the Holy Sword. The purifying power unique to angels took effect instantly upon encountering an evil soul master. In the blink of an eye, the two-meter-tall Wang Xiaolei dissolved into dust. A cloud of black mist rose from his body, only to be burned away completely by the golden light.
It all happened in the span of a single breath. A Soul Emperor-level evil soul master had been reduced to nothing, leaving no trace behind.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence. Only Qian Lingyi stood calmly on the arena, her eyes closed, receiving the divine gift of light for vanquishing an evil soul master.
"I told you to stop! Why did you kill him?" Zheng Zhan was furious. As a Titled Douluo, he had been ignored by a junior!
"There is never a path for evil soul masters under the angel's sword!" Qian Lingyi opened her eyes, her beautiful gaze filled with resolve. Her words, though soft, rang clearly in the ears of every spectator, leaving Zheng Zhan utterly humiliated.
For a moment, a small portion of the audience felt invigorated, while the majority sank into guilt and self-reproach. The evil soul master judged by this stunning angel represented their Sun Moon Empire! They had been cheering for the Holy Spirit Sect, hoping they would defeat this angel. How shameful!
The Holy Spirit Sect's contestants and the black-robed Imperial Preceptor were enraged. Qian Lingyi's words were undoubtedly a provocation, rubbing their faces in the dirt. If they could tolerate this, they might as well rename the Holy Spirit Sect to the Turtle Sect.
Thus, the Holy Spirit Sect's second contestant leapt onto the arena in fury, roaring at Qian Lingyi, "Holy Spirit Sect, Yan Feng! I'll tear off your wings one by one and devour them!"
"Hmph!" Qian Lingyi responded to Yan Feng's threats with a scornful laugh.
The second match began. Yan Feng, surprisingly, was a Soul Sage. He went all out from the start, immediately activating his martial soul true body. A massive bone dragon, over twenty meters long, appeared on the arena. Its skull housed two cold blue flames, and its black bone wings exuded a chilling aura.
"Your sins are even more unforgivable!" Qian Lingyi's face flared with anger as she faced the enormous bone dragon. The sins on Yan Feng's body were twice as heavy as Wang Xiaolei's!
For the first time, the girl was truly enraged. Her crimson hundred-thousand-year soul ring shone with a blinding red light, its power making its debut on the tournament stage. Everyone sat up straight, eagerly anticipating the might of a hundred-thousand-year soul skill.
Six-Winged Angel True Body! Qian Lingyi grew to three times her original size, her three pairs of angelic wings shining even more brilliantly. Her golden hair shimmered with radiant starlight, and a golden crown adorned with a diamond-shaped crystal appeared on her forehead. Her delicate frame was clad in golden armor, intricately decorated with red and silver patterns.
The Holy Sword in Qian Lingyi's hands also transformed. Previously a pure brilliant gold, it now bore totems of angelic descent on its hilt and blade. The sword's tip turned blood-red, exuding an aura of slaughter and judgment. This was the Sun Holy Sword!
It was hard to imagine witnessing a clash of martial soul true bodies in a soul master tournament. Setting aside the nature of this match, the audience found it thrilling. After all, Soul Sages with martial soul true bodies were considered high-end combatants anywhere, worthy of great efforts to recruit. To see such a spectacle in a tournament restricted to those under twenty years old was exhilarating for the spectators.
However, while the audience found this Soul Sage duel exciting, the actual battle was surprisingly anticlimactic, feeling like a grand setup with a lackluster finish.
Yan Feng, transformed into a bone dragon, unleashed a soul skill and charged at Qian Lingyi. Qian Lingyi, wielding the Sun Holy Sword, met his attack head-on. The battle ended there. Qian Lingyi's Sun Holy Sword sliced through the bone dragon's claws, then pierced its skull. The combined powers of light, flame, and sanctity from the Six-Winged Angel erupted, instantly purifying Yan Feng's bone dragon form.
A sizzling sound filled the arena as the bone dragon's body melted like snow under the sun, turning into a pool of white liquid before being incinerated by golden flames, leaving no trace behind.
It was a thoroughly clean death!
Zheng Zhan was dumbfounded. This time, Yan Feng hadn't even had the chance to surrender before dying, leaving Zheng Zhan no opportunity to intervene, even if he had wanted to.
"Damn it!" On the main platform, the black-robed Imperial Preceptor slammed his fist on the armrest of his chair in fury. If he didn't have confidence in the Wu Yun and Wu Yu sisters, he would have already taken matters into his own hands to eliminate this Six-Winged Angel martial soul wielder.
Xu Tianran, noticing the Imperial Preceptor's reaction, displayed anger on the surface but was even more furious inwardly. He thought the Imperial Preceptor's disciples were useless. The Preceptor had confidently claimed an eighty percent chance of victory, but now, a single girl had him on the verge of losing his composure. What a waste of his trust!
In the audience, most spectators remained silent, but a small group began cheering for Qian Lingyi, enthusiastically and devoutly chanting "Angel." Perhaps, tens of thousands of years ago, the first Angel God had begun in a similar way.
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