In Shrek Academy's waiting area:
"Brother, this Wu Yun feels stronger than the previous five combined. Will Lingyi be alright?" Jiang Nannan observed Wu Yun closely, sensing her extraordinary strength and expressing concern to Zhu Ziyang.
"Don't worry, trust in Lingyi!" Zhu Ziyang said, holding Jiang Nannan's hand. He could naturally sense Wu Yun's strength—an 85th-level Soul Douluo. Clearly, her power far surpassed Qian Lingyi's. However, as the wielder of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul with an attribute advantage, Qian Lingyi, even if she couldn't defeat Wu Yun, wouldn't let her show off either.
On the arena, Qian Lingyi and Wu Yun stood facing each other. Their gazes locked, an invisible pressure building between them.
"Kekeke…" Suddenly, Wu Yun burst into wild laughter. A massive black shadow coalesced behind her, and her eyes turned blood-red, as if tears of blood could spill at any moment, sending chills down the spines of those who met her gaze. Even more shocking, eight soul rings rose behind her!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!
A standard eight-ring Soul Douluo configuration. The hearts of the audience supporting Qian Lingyi tightened. This was a Soul Douluo, and an evil soul master at that. Could the beautiful angel girl really defeat her?
Could she win? Qian Lingyi herself didn't know. She only knew that Wu Yun was indeed worthy of her full effort—a Soul Douluo-level evil soul master, the strongest opponent she had faced so far. Yet, she felt no fear!
With a flap of Qian Lingyi's six angelic wings, the pristine feathers spread wide, glowing with golden, red, and white patterns. Her seven soul rings—two yellow, two purple, two black, and one red—shone behind her. At the same time, a petite red spirit appeared on her shoulder.
This was the first time a soul spirit had appeared before the world, but it received little attention. After all, compared to the thrilling clash of an angel Soul Sage against an evil soul master Soul Douluo, the world's gaze couldn't yet see the future brilliance of soul spirits.
"Die!" Wu Yun let out a shrill cry. Her second and third soul rings shot out instantly, and the black shadow behind her began to tremble violently. A piercing, sharp wail erupted from its mouth.
This was Wu Yun's third soul skill, Wail of Vengeance!
Qian Lingyi's expression grew solemn as she realized Wu Yun's peculiar martial soul was a mental-type, which made things tricky!
Without hesitation, the fourth soul ring behind the angel lit up. A pure white halo appeared, descending to envelop Qian Lingyi in a special shield-like zone. This was her fourth soul skill, Holy Light Spirit Array, capable of helping her resist some mental attacks.
"Jiaojiao, act!" Qian Lingyi was never one to sit idly by. She immediately called out to the soul spirit on her shoulder and then controlled her angelic wings, soaring into the air.
Upon receiving Qian Lingyi's command, Jiaojiao left the girl's shoulder and floated swiftly toward Wu Yun. Her speed was remarkable, and since Wu Yun was entirely focused on Qian Lingyi, paying no heed to the spirit, Jiaojiao easily approached Wu Yun's vicinity.
Without delay, Jiaojiao acted. Pointing one finger to the sky and one to the ground with practiced ease, she shouted, "Yang Extreme Heavenly Net!"
Instantly, a golden pillar of fire surged from beneath Wu Yun's feet, while a large golden-red flower descended from above. One from the sky and one from the ground, they trapped Wu Yun between them.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Wu Yun was overwhelmed. The ultimate fire spread from her feet, igniting her shoes and creeping upward. Most critically, her martial soul was affected by the ultimate fire, becoming unstable, with the black shadow distorting.
How could Qian Lingyi, high in the sky, miss this opportunity? She immediately unleashed her sixth soul skill, Dance of the Angel God, boosting her state to its peak. Then, she hurled the Sun Holy Sword into the sky, raising her hands in a gesture of lifting the heavens. The sword in the air transformed into a massive blade over five meters wide, blocking the sun yet not its light—instead, the light grew even more intense!
"Angel, Holy Sword!" Qian Lingyi's lips parted, her voice melodious.
This massive sword was a projection of the Angel God's divine artifact, the Angel Holy Sword. After receiving the Angel God's inheritance, Qian Lingyi hadn't been idle. This projection of the Angel Holy Sword was her achievement. Built upon her Sun Holy Sword, infused with her angelic power and divine authority, it possessed one-tenth the majesty of the true Angel Holy Sword. Though only a projection, it was the most destructive technique Qian Lingyi currently wielded.
Below, Wu Yun's face filled with dread, sensing the threat of death from the slowly descending giant sword. If it struck, she would surely die! Instinctively, she tried to move, but the ultimate fire at her feet restricted her. Moving would mean being burned by the ultimate fire, which would inevitably slow her down. It was a deadly trap!
Wu Yun's face turned ashen, her eyes brimming with venomous resentment. All eight of her soul rings flared simultaneously, and she let out a desperate wail, "Wu Yu!"
The next moment, a girl who looked identical to Wu Yun appeared beside her—her sister, Wu Yu.
The audience erupted in outrage at this sight. Wasn't this blatant cheating? They began cursing, accusing the Holy Spirit Sect of lacking martial virtue. However, the Holy Spirit Sect showed no reaction, as their waiting area was empty—their teammates were all dead, and their leader, Zhang Peng, had vanished before Wu Yu took the stage.
On the main platform, Xu Tianran's expression darkened as he listened to the crowd's accusations. The Holy Spirit Sect's actions were a slap to his face, and the crowd's outcry felt like rubbing it in the dirt. Glaring at the black-robed Imperial Preceptor, he spat out each word, "Imperial Preceptor, is this your so-called eighty percent certainty?"
The black-robed Imperial Preceptor's face was equally grim. He explained, "Your Highness, though there's been a slight hiccup, the outcome won't change. Wu Yun and Wu Yu's martial soul fusion skill is something even ordinary Titled Douluo wouldn't dare face head-on! That little thing summoned by the angel, though—it seems rather extraordinary!"
"Hmph! Probably some new research from Shrek Academy!" Xu Tianran had also noticed Qian Lingyi's soul spirit and was quite intrigued by the small creature capable of restraining a Soul Douluo.
"Brother, are we just going to watch?" In Shrek Academy's waiting area, the appearance of Wu Yu on the arena caused the Shrek team to stand in anger, ready to rush the stage. But Zhu Ziyang held them back. Jiang Nannan asked anxiously, "What do we do?"
"Trust in Lingyi's strength," Zhu Ziyang said. He was all too familiar with the power of Qian Lingyi's Holy Sword projection, having been the first to experience it.
Though he spoke confidently, his body was honest, poised to spring into action if anything went wrong.
He was surprised that Wu Yun and Wu Yu possessed a martial soul fusion skill, but he had no other thoughts on the matter.
Back on the arena, the Wu Yun and Wu Yu sisters unleashed their martial soul fusion skill, clashing with Qian Lingyi's Holy Sword projection. A terrifying shockwave erupted, forcing referee Zheng Zhan to retreat to the arena's edge, using a soul tool to stabilize himself. The light shield around the arena's perimeter cracked in large patches, with some areas shattering entirely, sending nearby spectators flying.
The giant sword continued its descent, while the black shadow formed by the Wu Yun and Wu Yu sisters began to crack under its relentless pressure. The shadow distorted, the ground fractured, and unwilling wails echoed alongside the shattering of the holy, radiant giant sword, all in ceaseless transformation.
This upheaval lasted for some time. When the dust settled, the arena was filled with an aura of light. Qian Lingyi stood indifferently in the air, her icy gaze fixed on the arena below. Two girls struggled to their feet, disheveled, their clothes tattered, faces pale and bloodless, bodies trembling. Only by supporting each other could they barely stand.
"Sigh!" Qian Lingyi let out a breath, saying, "What a hassle!"
The stunning angel raised her left hand, flicking her wrist to summon the golden Holy Sword. Pointing it at the evil soul master sisters, she declared, "Accept your judgment!"
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Here are the chapters for today (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
"Don't forget there are 40 early chapters available on Patreo
[email protected]/facficmax10