Douluo Qianjun muttered, "The young master still lacks enough combat experience. That strike just now should have been aimed at the Brightwhite Tiger's wings. That way, it would've lost its ability to fly."
With flight on his side, the Six-Winged Angel would have an overwhelming advantage against a grounded Brightwhite Tiger.
Of course, Qianjun Douluo didn't realize that the Qian Xunji standing before him was no longer the same person as before. The current Qian Xunji was extremely lacking in combat experience. He deliberately chose not to sever the Brightwhite Tiger's wings in order to temper himself through battle.
The moment he inflicted a three-inch-deep wound beneath the beast's armpit, Qian Xunji had already secured an unshakable advantage.
As long as he activated his Angelic Domain, its purifying powers could gradually cleanse the soul power within the beast. When that happened, no matter how powerful a 75,000-year-old soul beast was, it wouldn't be much stronger than a regular wild tiger of the same size.
The battle continued. The wounded Brightwhite Tiger sealed its gash using soul power to stop the bleeding. Due to the injury, its close-quarters capabilities were weakened, so it switched to ranged attacks.
Its needle-like white fur stood on end, glowing with golden light. Each strand acted like a miniature soul power storage vessel. Golden energy gathered in its mouth, condensing into a small, cannonball-like soul power projectile.
Qian Xunji flapped his wings and swiftly evaded. The cannonballs shot through the air along the paths he'd flown.
When the blasts hit the forest, they tore through towering trees dozens of meters thick—trees that required more than ten people to encircle—showing just how terrifyingly powerful the attacks were.
Qianjun Douluo narrowed his eyes slightly. "Jiangmo, does it seem like the beast's mouth glows brighter with every shot?"
Jiangmo Douluo, who had been calmly observing and hadn't taken the Brightwhite Tiger seriously, focused his gaze on the beast. "You're right, big brother. And its abdomen is swelling too."
"That beast is probably building up to a devastating ultimate attack. Prepare to assist the young master!"
In midair, dodging the cannonballs, Qian Xunji suddenly stopped. His golden hair flowed forward as a terrifying soul power energy ball burst from below—less than an arm's length away.
"As expected of a top-tier soul beast. It can even predict my trajectory."
Qian Xunji didn't hold back his praise. Someone once said: If you fall into the enemy's trap and get killed, that just means your training and intelligence weren't up to par.
"Roaaar—!"
Another earth-shaking roar rang out across thousands of meters. The Brightwhite Tiger's mouth glowed with blinding golden light, like a cascading wave, filled with terrifying soul power fluctuations. The pressure was so immense it sent a chill of death down Qian Xunji's spine.
This was its ultimate move. Each previous cannonball had siphoned off a portion of its soul power, accumulating it in its abdomen. The cannonballs were feints. The real threat had been gathering inside all along.
A soul beast that could survive 75,000 years had to have a trump card. The range of this move was too wide for Qian Xunji to dodge.
"It's time—Angel Domain! Angelic True Body!"
A ring of golden energy burst from the angelic martial soul behind Qian Xunji. It radiated in a circular wave nearly a hundred meters wide, filled with divine, holy power. His seventh soul ring lit up—Martial Soul True Body, activated.
The Angel Domain, innate to the Angelic Martial Soul, worked similarly to the Slaughter Domain. Controlled by the user, its initial effect suppressed enemy power by 10% while boosting the user's by 10%. With soul power at Soul Sage level and above, the evolved domain could suppress enemies by a full 30%!
Qian Xunji had already noticed the Brightwhite Tiger's buildup earlier, though a moment later than Qianjun Douluo. He realized it when he saw blood leaking from the beast's wound—meaning it no longer had extra soul power to seal the gash. Yet it continued launching projectiles, so the stored energy had to be going somewhere.
With a violent heave, the Brightwhite Tiger spewed out the accumulated energy in a golden torrent, like a waterfall. Every portion of this "golden sea" was as powerful as one of its earlier cannonballs.
Having unleashed its ultimate move, the Brightwhite Tiger was nearly out of soul power. Normally, it would either devour its foe or flee if danger persisted. But with two Title Douluo present, escape wasn't an option—so it simply sat back and waited to witness Qian Xunji's demise.
Angel's Descent!
Qian Xunji's fourth soul ring glowed faintly. Soul power surged—attack power, speed, everything increased by 50%. He poured all his energy into the Divine Sword in his hand. Golden light burst forth from the blade as his whole body turned into a golden meteor, crashing directly into the heart of the golden sea.
Explosions erupted wherever the meteor passed. Even the Angel Domain trembled from the impact.
From within the waterfall of light, a golden meteor burst out once again—Qian Xunji. His Divine Sword was shattered. His first, fourth, and fifth soul rings had dimmed. Evidently, after his sword broke within the energy wave, he continued fighting using his first soul skill.
Despite this, his sleeves were torn up to the shoulders. His delicate arms were fully exposed, veins bulging, blood streaming.
"You've lost."
Qian Xunji roared and punched the stunned Brightwhite Tiger square on the head, smashing it back into the forest below.
Beneath the dense canopy, Qian Xunji's fists gleamed gold. He rained down blows at terrifying speed—every punch aimed directly at the beast's heart. Golden energy burst from the creature's body with each impact.
Angelic Assault!
As soon as the cooldown ended, Qian Xunji activated his first soul skill again. The condensed energy hadn't even formed a proper shield before his fist smashed into the Brightwhite Tiger's chest. The golden force pierced through, leaving a visible fist mark on a tree ten meters behind.
The Brightwhite Tiger spewed a torrent of blood—its heart had exploded. Qian Xunji had beaten it to death with his bare fists.
A pitch-black soul ring appeared, exuding a terrifying aura and lingering resentment.
Satisfying.
Qian Xunji wiped the sweat from his brow. The adrenaline rush slowly faded, and he gasped for breath. The feeling of fighting with fists, without relying on his martial
soul—every punch landing solidly—was incredibly satisfying.
(End of Chapter)
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