Chapter 131

In an instant.

A black-robed figure shot off from the position Yang Yun pointed to, and Yang Yun coldly said, "What are you standing there for?"

Bai He instantly turned into a black dot flying toward Tang Hao's location, and Niu Gao followed after him.

Bibi Dong and her five companions had already taken this opportunity to flee far away, and Qian Daoliu, after giving Yang Yun a deep look, also left.

Only Qian Renxue remained, head lowered, not knowing what she was thinking, as she turned and walked into the carriage.

"Grandfather, I am about to succeed; it is impossible to lightly give up, allowing all these years of painstaking effort to go to waste."

That day, Yang Yun's towering figure was etched into the hearts of all the team's soul masters; it could not be shaken nor replaced.

Feng Xiaotian of the Shenfeng Academy glanced at Huo Wu of the Chiho Academy beside him, seeing admiration and longing in Huo Wu's eyes; that was reverence for power.

At that moment, Feng Xiaotian planted a seed in his heart: that powerful ability, rather than useless sincerity, could better win a woman's heart.

"Sect Master Yang, I have finally understood; after the tournament I will join the Potián Sect and become a soul master as strong as Sect Master Yang."

Such thoughts were not only in Feng Xiaotian's mind; the soul masters who had just seen and heard Yang Yun's formidable strength and overbearing manner all arose with the same idea.

That is to join the Potián Sect.

One need not look further: even mediocre soul masters like Bai He and Niu Gao, after joining the Potián Sect, can break through to the title level in just this short year.

One need not look further: Yang Poxu appears so young yet possesses the strength of a Title Douluo with an eighth ring of 100,000 years.

One need not look further: the Potián Sect possesses a sect master of such great strength; he can confront five Title Douluo head-on, and even hidden experts lurking in the dark do not gain the upper hand.

Even forcing the opponent to produce a price before they can leave.

The desire to join the Potián Sect surged in their minds, giving rise to countless reasons.

At this moment, while on the way back to Spirit Hall City, Bibi Dong returned to the central position of the Pope's Hall; seated in the Pope's throne, her face darkened to the extreme.

Ju Dou Luo and Gui Dou Luo occasionally exchanged glances, their faces mute as cicadas in winter, daring not to make a sound.

"Bibi Dong, you are too reckless; you even let Xue'er fall deep into prison, nearly endangering her life."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly: "Hmph; stop putting on a holy act in front of me, and besides, what does that woman have to do with me? She belongs to your Hall of Worship, not my Pope's Hall."

"Those soul bones were something you yourself promised to produce; I never said I wanted you to save me; I won't accept this favor."

In the darkness, that figure let out a barely audible sigh, turned and left the Pope's Hall, no longer wasting words.

Bibi Dong's hatred in her heart has never lessened in the slightest; even under the influence of that mysterious divine power, her temper has become ever more unpredictable.

Had it not been that those people were not far from the Spirit Hall, and that the clash between Bibi Dong and Yang Yun had such great influence, Qian Daoliu would absolutely not be able to go out.

Or rather, if it weren't for Qian Renxue being there, Qian Daoliu wouldn't even glance at Bibi Dong.

Those two soul bones were also entirely the price paid to save Qian Renxue.

Yang Yun's strength has already surpassed Tang Chen, and the aura of those wings on his back is so strong that even he, a divine servant, feels a mortal danger.

When the two sides went all out, his use of angelic divine power might not lose to Yang Yun; but the aftermath is absolutely something those soul masters below cannot withstand.

At this moment, the battle teams had preliminarily regained calm.

Tang San of the Shrek team wore a distracted expression, for he had just heard Yang Yun point to a location and declare he would chase down Tang Hao; those two Title Douluo simply pursued him.

Now I don't even know how my father is doing.

Whether one can escape from the clutches of those two Title Douluo, or whether being strong enough could turn the tables and kill them instead, is uncertain.

Tang San's eyes were filled with an indissoluble worry.

The Grand Master, with one hand behind his back, sat beside Tang San and said, "Are you worried about your father?"

Tang San nodded without speaking.

The Grand Master reached out and placed his hand on Tang San's shoulder, comforting him: "Don't worry; your father was once the youngest Title Douluo on the great road; his record is outstanding, and in his first battle he gravely wounded the previous Pope."

One could say, as long as the pursuer is not that Yang Yun, your father's chance of survival is as high as ninety percent, so there's no need to worry so much; adjust your mindset and prepare for the upcoming tournament.

Tang San's eyes gradually regained a glimmer of light.

He lifted his head, locked eyes with Xiao Gang, and nodded firmly: "Okay, Teacher; I understand, and in the upcoming matches I will certainly not disappoint you."

"It's a pity that this time I still couldn't see the true level and strength of Shui Bing'er of the Heavenly Water team; even now her power remains shrouded in mystery."

Just like the golden generation of the Spirit Hall; no information has surfaced about the three of them.

Only by personally witnessing them in Spirit Hall City can one truly see their abilities.

That night, everyone arrived at Spirit Hall City.

Outside Yang Yun's account came a familiar guest, or more precisely, a guest who was both strange and familiar.

"How is it you? Aren't you afraid that someone outside might see your true face? You dare to appear so openly before my account."

Qian Renxue.

With a flick of her hand, she threw two soul bones radiating precious light before Yang Yun.

"Having entered Spirit Hall City, this is my territory; I can appear wherever I wish; what's wrong with my appearing outside your account?"

In the depths of Qian Renxue's eyes flashed a faint, hard-to-discern ink color.

"I never imagined you would have grown to this extent; even my grandfather lacks confidence to defeat you in a frontal confrontation; it seems letting you sneak away back then was the greatest mistake of my life."

Yang Yun put away the two soul bones before him, each bearing an obvious crack.

They were indeed soul bones that had been shattered, yet their age was undoubtedly over fifty thousand years, making them power-type soul bones.

This Qian Daoliu is playing tricks with me; the Spirit Hall's inheritance is indeed profound; they even keep stock of soul bones of this caliber.

Although they are two soul bones with cracks.

"The past cannot be chased, but have any boys ever told you that your true appearance is quite beautiful; your aura is so holy, yet I only wish to be the one who desecrates the goddess!"

Qian Renxue lifted her chin arrogantly, gazing at Yang Yun, and quickly stepped up to him; the tips of their noses rapidly drew near.

"Hmph, you're still quite slick with your words; but no matter how strong you become now, in my eyes you will eventually be mine—whether your person or your heart."

Qian Renxue greatly enjoyed the feeling of tugging at Yang Yun's heart and mind while keeping him at bay; it gave her the pleasure of toying with prey.

Even if the opponent's level is more than ten ranks above hers, so what? She is now a twelve-winged Fallen Angel of Light; the two are one yet distinct; all that remains is to await the inheritance of the divine throne.

She Qian Renxue will become an existence surpassing the Angel God.

(End of chapter)