Doulou Dalu 84

Tang Huo'er trembled, her emotions on the verge of spilling over. But she knew Tang Yiran was right. If she interfered, she would only become a liability.

Up in the sky, amidst the chaos of battle, Lin Fan's gaze flickered downward for just a moment. He could see them—his friends, watching from below. He could feel their emotions, their confusion, their pain.

Bibi Dong, standing close beside him, placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Lin Fan," she whispered. "Are you… regretting this?"

Lin Fan turned to her, meeting her deep, beautiful eyes. There was no hesitation in his voice as he responded, "Never."

Bibi Dong's breath hitched, her heart racing.

Lin Fan smiled softly and, for just a moment, despite the raging battle, the world around them faded away. He leaned in close, brushing his lips against her ear as he whispered, "I chose you, Bibi Dong. And I'll fight the whole world if I have to… because I won't lose you."

Bibi Dong's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. But then, her lips curled into a small, rare smile.

"Then let's win," she whispered back.

Their hands intertwined as the Purple Flame Hades roared to life once more, engulfing the sky in a blazing inferno.

Qian Xunji's furious voice echoed across the battlefield. "Enough of this nonsense! You two brats will die here today!"

Lin Fan's grip on Bibi Dong tightened.

"Not today," he said, his voice filled with unwavering resolve.

And with that, the battle resumed—fiercer than ever.

Xiao Fan and Bibi Dong's soul fusion technique…

Tang Huo'er stared in shock at the Purple Flame Hades suspended in the air. A wave of sorrow washed over her as she felt her Wheel of Destruction dissipate, returning to her body. She clenched her fists but said nothing, watching in silence as the battle unfolded before her.

In the VIP seats, Emperor Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, Jian Douluo, and several others observed the clash with astonishment.

"This boy..." Ning Fengzhi exhaled slowly, his eyes filled with admiration and regret. "He was born to create miracles. A mere Soul Master, yet he has forced Qian Xunji into such a desperate situation. But... with the two Douluo, Ghost and Chrysanthemum, also present—" He sighed again.

Jian Douluo's voice was calm yet tinged with admiration. "His talent is undeniable. His flying sword spirit skill grants him temporary invincibility—an ability close to a divine technique. But in this battle, we cannot interfere. If we do, it will throw the entire Heaven Dou Empire into chaos."

"A pity," Ning Fengzhi murmured. "Such an extraordinary young man… yet, in this fight, he can only rely on himself."

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Qian Xunji was acutely aware that every pair of eyes on Fighting Spirit Mountain was fixed upon him. As the Pope of the Spirit Hall and a Titled Douluo wielding the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, how could he allow himself to be pushed to such a position by a mere Soul Master—his own disciple, no less?

The golden glow surrounding his angelic form flickered as its defense weakened. Gritting his teeth, his eyes burned with fury.

"Bibi Dong!" Qian Xunji roared. "You still refuse to repent? Until now, I held back for your sake. But I can no longer afford to show mercy. This wretched brat must die today!"

A surge of immense power erupted from Qian Xunji as his eighth soul ring flared to life. His eighth and ninth soul rings each granted two abilities—one of the terrifying advantages of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, a trait that even Qian Renxue would inherit in the future.

Activating both his eighth and ninth soul skills while in his Martial Soul True Body would inflict tremendous strain on him. He knew the consequences—after this battle, he would be severely weakened, perhaps unable to regain his peak condition for a year. His future cultivation could suffer irreparable damage.

But at this moment, his pride outweighed all consequences.

Before the eyes of the entire Soul Master world, he had to reaffirm his authority—his status as the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

With a deafening boom, the battlefield was bathed in golden radiance.

"Eighth Soul Skill—Angelic Manifestation!"

"Eighth Soul Skill—Angel's Divine Radiance!"

An overwhelming divine light erupted from Qian Xunji's form. Beside him, a colossal fifty-meter-tall angelic phantom materialized, mirroring his own Six-Winged Angel. Two six-winged angels—one real, one spectral—loomed over the battlefield like celestial deities.

The phantom's six wings trembled, and in the next instant—

Countless golden feathers rained down, each one imbued with divine power, all streaking toward the Purple Flame Hades.

At the same time, the Angel's Holy Sword, which had been suppressed by eight crescent blades, surged with divine energy. Blazing with radiant purity, it shattered all eight blades, scattering their remnants into nothingness.

The Holy Sword of Angels returned to Qian Xunji's grasp, its blade shining with blinding brilliance.

As he lifted it high, his voice echoed through the battlefield:

"Kneel before the divine judgment!"