Chapter 209: Becoming a god requires faith—faith in the angels

Xue Qinghe really didn't expect that a Bai Jing of Sharp Feather Hall would actually be a Title Douluo; moreover, her killing is so decisive—she attacks directly at the slightest disagreement.

At the same time, a signal flare shot up into the sky; when one wanted to intercept it, it was already too late.

Xue Qinghe secretly thought, "Not good." He just wanted to see that bastard once—how did it turn into such a serious matter? "Bai Jing."

Bai Jing let out a cold shout from the sky: "Snow Clear Great Emperor, you have already sent troops to surround this place; I have no desire to ask about right or wrong—get ready to face the wrath of Breaking Heaven Sect!"

As he spoke, Tang Yuehua had already been seized by Bai Jing and flown up into the high sky, disappearing in an extremely short time.

Xue Qinghe's face instantly turned extremely ugly; he felt he had made a terrible move.

Aren't the people of Sharp Feather Hall supposed to specialize in gathering intelligence? How did they handle things so bluntly? Not giving any face, they just said they'd attack and then attacked.

Seeing the restless troops on both sides, Xue Qinghe suddenly felt a headache; the people of Breaking Heaven Sect cannot die here.

Otherwise, the matter would become serious.

"Stop!"

"Let the people of Sharp Feather Hall leave."

Xue Qinghe ultimately still gave way.

The people of Sharp Feather Hall exchanged a glance, then cut off all the children's heads in their hands to confirm the identities were correct and not swapped, before taking the heads and corpses back to report.

As for today's matter, it will naturally be reported to Lord Yang Wushan for a decision.

Evening.

Yang Yun then saw Tang Yuehua.

Ye Lingling stepped forward to take her pulse, then slowly shook her head at Yang Yun and said, "She doesn't have what you're thinking of on her body."

The next second, Tang Yuehua's world spun.

A clear "dong!" sounded in the living room.

Yang Yun's decisiveness didn't startle Ye Lingling in the slightest; only a pale green light lit up, staunching the blood at the severed parts so as not to dirty the floor.

If Ye Lingling were willing, Tang Yuehua wouldn't necessarily have to die now; it would just require consuming a lot of power.

But why bother with that effort?

Soon after, Bai Jing, who had just brought the person in, came with a group of subordinates to clean the floor.

Not long after, Yang Wushan sent a voice transmission: "Sect Master, the Snow Clear Great Emperor of the Heaven Battle Empire wants to see you."

Yang Yun glanced at Ye Lingling in his arms, then decisively said, "I have no time tonight."

Saying that, he held Ye Lingling and changed rooms to sleep.

After receiving the message, Xue Qinghe's face instantly turned green; looking at the simulated sand table before him, seeing his own territory continually being lost, he felt a surge of irritation.

Having been emperor for only a few days, that woman came over and took away what he had struggled to seize.

Moreover, he had to go back to undergo some divine examination—it was utterly annoying.

As for Xue Qinghe, wanting to stop Bai Jing is not impossible, but that would really drag Breaking Heaven Sect into the fray.

That would be bad for everyone; worse, the Snow Avalanche Star Luo Empire might focus all its hostility on us.

All our efforts over these years would be wasted.

"If it were you, what would you do?" Xue Qinghe muttered to himself. The black feathers stained half of his shoulder a variegated black.

"If it were me, I would fly straight to Breaking Heaven Sect and sit down there." Another voice came from within Xue Qinghe's body.

As expected, it's truly crazy and depraved; no wonder it's a twelve-winged fallen angel.

"That divine position is somewhat useful for us, though the status of the Angel God seems insufficient; with my help, perhaps we could surpass the Angel God, though not necessarily."

"Inheriting the divine position isn't necessarily bad; give it a try. Being anxious is useless, but merely raising the rank of the divine position with just the Angel God's position is not enough."

Xue Qinghe's eyes flickered: "What do you mean?"

"The Heaven Battle Empire cannot just be handed over to the Martial Soul Empire like that; of course, if the king of the Martial Soul Empire were you, the situation would be different, right? Becoming a god requires faith—faith in the angels."

Xue Qinghe fell silent at once; his strength had already broken through to the Title Douluo level, but if they really fought, he feared he would not be a match for that woman.

"It seems we indeed need to make a trip back; Grandfather's assistance is very important. I want to become king of the Martial Soul Empire; the Angel Legion needs to be summoned so we no longer have to run those foul tasks of chasing evil."

"The twelve-winged bright fallen angel wants to inherit the Angel God's divine position and elevate it; we need to spread our faith—but not the faith of the six-winged angel, but the faith of the twelve-winged fallen angel."

The bewitching voice of the black Qian Renxue slowly spoke.

The image of grandfather flashed in Xue Qinghe's mind: "Are you confident you can beat grandfather? Or do you think, with our current strength, you have confidence to survive grandfather's attack?"

The fallen angel chuckled "hehehe", and after a long while said: "You are your grandfather's most beloved granddaughter; he would be reluctant to kill you; however, the remaining soul bones of the angel set can be absorbed."

"Once the angel god set is complete, I can make it last a hundred thousand years without inheriting the divine position; instead of the useless ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine years, who would be bothered by a difference of one year?"

Xue Qinghe fell silent again; from childhood, his faith in the Angel God prevented him from freely slandering the Angel God.

However, in her view, this matter is indeed not proper.

"Indeed, men only affect my judgment."

The fallen angel snorted: "That day, when you swayed, you weren't like this; you seem even more uninhibited than I, a fallen angel; you even shouted louder, hehehe."

Xue Qinghe's face darkened; the fallen angel instantly vanished, with no intention of continuing to argue with Xue Qinghe.

The two were originally one entity; being able to coexist in this manner largely stems from Yang Yun's existence.

So teasing a bit is nothing.

"We need to speed up." Xue Qinghe's face began to simulate a frenzy and fury.

Otherwise, how could we accelerate the consumption of the Heaven Battle Empire's troops, continuously sending out cities?

Such an army, after being overturned by the avalanche at the rear and then rallied, would leave only ragged remnants—defeated troops with no resistance.

The true elite had long been slain by the avalanche's own troops, or died at the hands of the Martial Soul Empire.

Those guarding Xue Qinghe's side have always been the elite drawn from the Spirit Hall; there's no way they would go out to die.

But since a decision has been made to act, it's impossible to prepare only this one move.

Qianjun Douluo was summoned by Qian Renxue, who had him send a message back to have grandfather gather all the Angel Legion to return to the Spirit Hall and stand by.

It's also time for the buried hidden pieces to start moving, ensuring I can control the newly founded Martial Soul Empire in the shortest time.

Of course, there's still the most important matter: the Angel Set; I need to absorb the remaining Angel Set soul bone as soon as I return.

(End of chapter)