Chapter 106: The Clear Sky Sect Visit Ends
"It's time to end this!"
Tang Yang once again swung his Clear Sky Hammer. As it slammed into the platform and rose behind him, everyone present—including Ning Rongrong—could faintly trace its trajectory. It was just too slow.
Martial Soul True Body fused body and soul with the martial soul. It consumed both soul power and spiritual force, so even without using Heaven-Shattering Strike, the Clear Sky Hammer still carried soul-based attacks.
It was likely that Heaven-Shattering Strike was a self-created technique by the sect's forebears, based on this fusion form.
Tang Yang's body tensed entirely. Black light surged over him, blending man and hammer into one. He once again unleashed the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. The pressure it emitted made even Soul Saints—and certainly those below—feel suffocated.
Qian Renxue smirked. She threw out her Holy Sword, which exploded into waves of flame.
The flames resisted the incoming hammer briefly, but the hammer pressed down again.
Boom!
Another crater opened on the platform—but smaller than the last.
Tang Yang frowned. He hadn't used his full strength—killing Qian Renxue would doom the sect. But… why didn't it feel like he hit anything?
Even fused with his weapon, he should've felt some resistance.
"Looking for me?"
Qian Renxue's voice echoed from behind.
Tang Yang was shocked. With his spirit fused into the hammer, his perception had dulled—and he hadn't noticed her approach.
Before he could turn and swing again, he tasted blood. A golden punch struck his back, followed by several more in rapid succession.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He became her personal sandbag.
Spitting blood, he roared and unleashed his full Soul Saint power, channeling some to his back to resist and turning, hammer sweeping wide.
"You think I'll let you swing that?"
Golden whips extended from Qian Renxue's fingers, binding his arms and yanking them backward. She used her split-thought control technique and whipped his face, neck, and ribs—his weakest points—while golden punches continued battering his back, making it impossible for him to focus soul power in his hands.
His hammer now moved slower than a snail.
Ning Fengzhi was dumbfounded. So this is how split-thought control can be used? The precision was terrifying—and the scene looked suspiciously like when Qian Xunji beat Tang Hao.
Qian Xunji, bored, rested his chin on his hand and yawned. This was getting dull. A drawn-out fight was just a waste of time and energy. The solution was obvious: disengage Martial Soul True Body and return the hammer to normal size.
Apparently, Tang Yang's brain was all muscle—because he hadn't realized it.
Moments later, his seventh soul ring dimmed. The hammer shrank back, breaking the whips.
But Tang Yang's face was covered in whip marks. Enraged, he activated his sixth ring. The hammer surged in size and dark energy, and he leapt high to slam it down.
Qian Renxue smirked again. A grounded weapon like the Clear Sky Hammer jumping into the air? Ridiculous.
She didn't use a soul skill. Instead, she lashed out with golden whips—this time targeting his ankles. With a yank, she dragged him downward mid-swing. The hammer slammed into the platform.
Missed.
Clear Sky Sect hearts sank. Like the sky had fallen. Tang Yang had used his second, fifth, sixth, and seventh skills. His soul power was nearly drained—and he still couldn't win.
Defeat. Another loss. Soul Saint vs. Soul King.
This time, there were no excuses.
Qian Renxue hovered three meters in the air, a golden queen, lashing her nearly powerless opponent with glowing whips.
It looked eerily similar to Qian Xunji three years prior, standing atop Tang Hao's hammer and whipping him mercilessly.
Seeing their top Soul Saint toyed with, many male soul masters outside the Tang Clan were awestruck. Some were even tempted to kick Tang Yang off the stage just to be whipped by Qian Renxue.
Was this… awakening a hidden fetish?
Tang San watched, fury in his heart. Between this and Qian Xunji crippling his once-invincible father, he was boiling over. So what if she was stronger now? So what if she used tactics? His Chaotic Cloak Hammer, his 81-hammer combo—he'd still crush her.
"We surrender!"
Clear Sky Sect finally admitted defeat. Unless Tang Chen returned, they would never lift their heads in front of Spirit Hall again.
Qian Xunji's victory over Tang Hao could be blamed on level difference. But Qian Renxue had just done the same, Soul King vs. Soul Saint. There were no more excuses.
As for why she didn't fight the Break Clan—well, they were vassals of the Tang Clan. Beating the master was enough. No need to beat the slaves too.
Qian Xunji didn't mind either. Beating the Break Clan would require either kiting or mutual destruction. And seeing his daughter bloodied wasn't his idea of fun.
Clear Sky Sect, VIP Pavilion.
The sect's finest accommodations. After staying, eating, and fighting here, Qian Xunji's family had thoroughly enjoyed their visit.
"Xue'er, congratulations. You've completed your hell training. Here's your reward."
Qian Xunji handed her the external soul bone dropped by the Light-Winged White Tiger.
Qian Renxue beamed. All those years of hardship had finally paid off.
"Absorb it now. External soul bones grow with the body. The later you absorb it, the more it limits your potential."
She nodded and sat cross-legged. With her parents present, she had nothing to fear.
Qian Renchuan looked on with envy. Those snowy wings were hers and hers alone. He wouldn't get any—but at least he could watch the process. External bones were incredibly rare.
Qian Xunji thought so too—until he remembered Tang San's awakening scene.
He grabbed the confused Qian Renchuan and left.
Moments later, cloth tearing echoed. Two massive white wings burst from Qian Renxue's back, her clothing shredded. Only her underwear remained. Her perfect, snow-white figure—enhanced by divine blood and soul rings—was on full display.
Even Ah Yin blushed. Her own transformation hadn't been nearly this… developed.
Qian Renxue marveled at her powerful new wings—until she noticed the chill.
She looked down, screamed, "MY CLOTHES!!"
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