Above the Spirit Hall.
Behind Qian Daoliu, the illusory figure of a Six-Winged Angel emerged, its wings trembling as a radiant golden light enveloped his entire being. His form gradually entered an ethereal state, the angelic apparition behind him silently advancing. In an instant, Qian Daoliu himself fused seamlessly with the Six-Winged Angel's projection.
His entire body, from skin to hair, was bathed in pure gold. His garments were purified into nothingness by the golden brilliance, and dazzling golden flames wrapped around him, making him appear like a divine angel incarnate. Even the soul rings circling his form transformed into golden halos.
A radiant golden aura slowly ascended before suddenly expanding outward, sending out rippling rings of light across the sky. With his six wings fully extended, Qian Daoliu shot forward like a golden meteor, streaking toward Chen Xiaoming.
The eruption of golden light expanded at an unimaginable speed, encompassing thousands of square meters in the blink of an eye. Everything within the surrounding space was instantly dyed gold.
The Angel Domain!
Within the Angel Domain, an overwhelming pressure descended from all directions, compressing Chen Xiaoming's senses into a confined space.
"A domain? Who doesn't have one?"
Silver light burst from Chen Xiaoming's body like a blazing sun, shining with an intensity that forcibly repelled the golden Angel Domain. The silver radiance spread rapidly, nearly compressing the Angel Domain to within ten meters of Qian Daoliu's body in mere moments.
Yet, Qian Daoliu's expression remained unchanged. Even as his domain was suppressed, he pressed forward with unwavering determination. The massive Six-Winged Angel projection behind him raised a flaming golden sword, its fire akin to the sun's flames, stirring celestial phenomena in the heavens.
Wisps of unique energy gradually merged into the fire, and as the flames flickered, a colossal golden sword materialized, radiating sacred brilliance.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Chen Xiaoming's soul power surged within him, erupting with an overwhelming presence. At last, he unleashed his Martial Soul. Beneath him, nine blood-red, hundred-thousand-year soul rings pulsed with fierce radiance.
His Martial Soul emerged—Azurewood Tree!
A towering, fifteen-meter-tall Azurewood Tree manifested behind him, its verdant trunk shimmering with faint silver light. Crimson patterns were gradually etched onto its branches.
Enveloped by the radiant glow, Chen Xiaoming merged with the Azurewood Tree. The surrounding space trembled as silvery energy radiated outward. The image of the tree flickered between existence and nonexistence, as though it transcended this very dimension.
A shadowy figure materialized behind the Azurewood Tree—a taller, more imposing version of Chen Xiaoming himself, shrouded in silver brilliance. His flowing silver hair cascaded down his back, and his eyes shimmered with shifting silver streaks, mirroring the fragmentation of space itself.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions resounded through the sky as Qian Daoliu's blazing Six-Winged Angel intensified its radiance. The six golden wings detached, transforming into golden flames that surged skyward. The blazing wings condensed into a massive flaming sword, identical to the one wielded by the Six-Winged Angel.
Qian Daoliu raised his hand, releasing a resplendent golden burst. Behind him, the six-winged figure unleashed six flaming swords, each infused with the boundless flames of the sun. These swords merged into the Angel's blade, causing it to swell to a hundred meters in length, forged entirely from solar fire.
The temperature around the Martial Soul Hall soared to an unbearable level.
Even the Golden Dragon, formed by Flender, the Grandmaster, and the others, struggled to withstand the overwhelming heat.
Poison Douluo and the others had no choice but to activate their Martial Soul True Bodies to resist the residual waves of the solar flames.
Despite the volatile fluctuations in space caused by the sunfire, Chen Xiaoming remained undeterred within the Azurewood Tree's domain. Seeing Qian Daoliu preparing to decide the battle with a single strike, he burned with fighting spirit.
If Qian Daoliu wanted an all-or-nothing showdown, Chen Xiaoming was more than willing to oblige!
Behind him, the colossal Azurewood Tree projection raised a hand. A thick branch extended from the tree, entwined with nine crimson soul rings. A flickering silver light coursed along the branch, illuminating the air around it.
Snap!
Chen Xiaoming's shadowy form grasped the branch. The fusion of his own figure with the luminous silver energy caused both him and the branch to rapidly expand. In an instant, his form grew beyond thirty meters.
"Angel Holy Sword!"
The six blazing wings merged into the colossal flaming sword. Qian Daoliu's massive Six-Winged Angel projection swung its weapon, unleashing an apocalyptic slash. The sheer might of the attack violently distorted space, leaving behind black cracks in the void. The earth trembled, collapsing for kilometers around. The sheer force overwhelmed Soul Saints and Soul Douluo in the vicinity, causing them to faint on the spot.
The fiery blade, infused with the essence of solar flames, descended like a falling sun. To Chen Xiaoming, it was as if the celestial body itself was plummeting toward him.
"Go."
With a single word, devoid of excess, Chen Xiaoming swung his weapon—a silver wooden staff entwined with nine crimson rings.
Silver brilliance erupted, the rings enlarging as they danced through the air. In moments, his thirty-meter-long staff expanded to a hundred meters, its width thickening to ten meters.
The nine blood-red rings converged at both ends of the Azurewood Staff, fusing into the weapon. Silver and red intertwined in a breathtaking fusion of energy.
With an unimaginable force, Chen Xiaoming swung the Azurewood Staff to meet the incoming solar blade.
Dark spatial ripples spread outward.
BOOM!
As the flaming sword and the Azurewood Staff clashed, a devastating eruption of solar fire threatened to overwhelm the staff's assault. Qian Daoliu's eyes glinted with satisfaction—only to widen in shock an instant later.
Crack... Crack... Crack...
A web of fractures spread across the blazing sword. Qian Daoliu turned his gaze toward Chen Xiaoming, only to see him smirking faintly.
The towering shadow of Chen Xiaoming flexed his right hand. In response, the Azurewood Staff erupted in silver light, reversing the flow of the solar flames. The immense silver radiance enveloped the flaming sword in an instant.
With a single crushing blow, the Azurewood Staff shattered the golden blade. The once-mighty Angel Holy Sword was flung backward, its splintering remnants scattering like falling embers.
The sweeping momentum of the Azurewood Staff continued, crashing into the Six-Winged Angel's illusory form.
Despite the angel's golden defenses, they shattered on contact. The sweeping strike obliterated the projection entirely.
"Pfft—!"
Gold light crumbled, and Qian Daoliu's true form was thrown from the sky. Blood splattered through the air as his aura plummeted to a critical low.
The colossal figure of Chen Xiaoming merely sighed and shook his head.
"Sigh... I haven't even used my full strength, and you've already fallen!"
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