Chapter 321: Preparing for War

Only Yang Xiong rode his sword forward, with the Asura Demon Sword still lodged in the hilt at his feet; his whole body exuded a towering aura, and the blood‑red aura seemed to want to dye the heavens and earth red.

Yang Xiong's figure flashed, and he arrived directly before Ning Fengzhi and Lin Gong, then with a wave of his hand, Ning Rongrong, Oscar and the others all appeared.

Originally, when Yang Xiong first sensed Qian Renxue's ascension to godhood, he was still near Hanhai City.

But because time was extremely urgent, Yang Xiong simply rode his sword to Jialing Pass; although he believed Qian Renxue's character would not indiscriminately kill innocents, Jialing Pass indeed held many of his own relatives and friends, and he could not be sure what extreme actions Qian Renxue might take.

As for Ning Rongrong, Oscar and the other six, their speed was far too slow, so Yang Xiong simply placed all six of them into a Soul Guidance Device that stores living beings, allowing his own speed to reach the extreme.

After Ning Rongrong and the others appeared, seeing Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo in this state, they swiftly moved to Ning Fengzhi's side.

Yang Xiong addressed Ning Fengzhi, Lin Gong and the others: "Sect Leader, Teacher Lin, Sword Douluo Teacher, Bone Douluo Teacher, Old Goat, how are you now? Any problems."

Ning Fengzhi's face showed a trace of bitterness: "Xiao Xiong, we're fine, but you shouldn't have returned now."

As Ning Fengzhi said, Yang Xiong has not yet become a god, and the gap between him and a true deity is enormous; returning rashly would be nothing more than a stone‑against‑an‑egg effort.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong swiftly summoned the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to assist Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo.

"Dad, Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, everything is with me and Xiao Xiongzi; you won't be in trouble."

Everyone was startled by Ning Rongrong's appearance.

Now Ning Rongrong has reached Ninety‑First Level, becoming one of only two Title Douluo in the history of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and the world's sole Title Douluo of the support type.

Especially now, Ning Rongrong's Soul Ring configuration is two purple, six black, one red; possessing a Hundred‑Thousand‑Year Soul Ring as a Support Spirit Master is unprecedented across the entire Douluo Continent.

Oscar quickly gave everyone the Super Recovery Big Sausage, which helped alleviate their injuries.

The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong and the others, again astonished; these people had been away for just over a month, yet their soul power had surged dramatically, suggesting they had encountered another extraordinary fate.

However, at this moment, whether Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo, their eyes were full of worry; although they knew Yang Xiong was formidable, opposite them stood the Angel God who had only emerged after tens of thousands of years, a force no mortal could resist.

Both even silently exerted their utmost, ready to risk death at any moment, at least to secure a way of survival for Yang Xiong and Ning Rongrong.

Yang Xiong looked at the crowd's demeanor, a smile curling his lips: "Two teachers, now that I've returned, I'll handle everything here; you can rest assured."

Yang Xiong's words, though exceedingly calm, seemed to awe the listeners, making them unable to refuse; the previously extremely tense Sword and Bone Douluo suddenly felt calm inside, no longer impulsive.

Yang Xiong looked around, instantly understanding what had transpired: it seemed Qian Renxue had ultimately slain the Xue Ye Emperor and Tang Hao, while the others, though slightly wounded, were not severely harmed.

The Xue Ye Emperor and Tang Hao could be said to be Qian Renxue's obsessions; back when Qian Renxue had been lurking in Tian Dou Huang Gong for years, her plan was nearly perfect, but at the final moment it fell short, and the Xue Ye Emperor was her greatest obstacle—without him, the Spirit Empire's unification of the world would not have faced such resistance.

As for Tang Hao, he was Qian Renxue's lifelong enemy; had it not been Tang Hao, Qian Renxue would not have lost her father and grown up orphaned and destitute.

At this moment, Qian Renxue suddenly laughed: "Yang Xiong, I've waited for you this long; don't you have anything to say?"

Yang Xiong glanced at Qian Renxue: "Congratulations, Qian Renxue. I didn't expect you to break through to Hundred Level so quickly; it seems the Angel God has been looking after you."

"Also, thank you for waiting so long; otherwise, with your strength, those people on the scene would have likely already been slaughtered by you."

Qian Renxue snorted coldly: "I'm not like those shameless scoundrels; if I want to defeat you, I must do so honorably, not vent my anger on these innocents."

Yang Xiong couldn't help shaking his head: "Qian Renxue, it seems you still don't understand me; even if you killed all these people, it wouldn't affect me. I'll just keep getting stronger, striving to avenge you."

"Moreover, Qian Renxue, although you've become a god, has that truly fulfilled your goal? Do the affairs of the world really align with your wishes?"

Qian Renxue's face darkened: "What do you mean? I am now a god, the strongest person in the entire Douluo Shijie; even Limit Douluo appears to me like ants. The three great Limit Douluo of the past were merely a joke."

"After I defeat you, I will set foot on Sea God Island and erase the shame of my grandfather's past defeat."

Yang Xiong's lips twitched: "Qian Renxue, you truly have become a god, able to see a broader world, but no matter what, it cannot mend your regrets. Qian Daoliu has already fallen, and Bibidong has become your mortal enemy— is this the strength you desire?"

The crowd was taken aback by his words, never expecting that Qian Daoliu, who had long dominated the entire Soul Master World, had actually fallen, and that Qian Daoliu was Qian Renxue's only relative.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth: "Yang Xiong, you know a lot, but unfortunately I'm already a god; even you, in my eyes, are no longer the invincible foe you once were. Today I will make you experience your first failure in history."

Yang Xiong smiled: "Divine Sense may be powerful, but not invincible; moreover, you know your father was killed by Bibidong, yet you cannot face Bibidong."

"From any angle, you now have no father or mother, and even your sole relative has fallen; what meaning does such a god have?"

Qian Renxue erupted in anger: "Yang Xiong, you're courting death!"

"Don't think that because you once defeated me you can now spout grand words before me; I will make you die without a place to be buried!"

Qian Renxue's soul power flickered instantly, and a Soul Ring set of six black, three red, one gold manifested rapidly; she seemed like an Angel descending, emitting an intensely holy radiance, as if the heavens and earth trembled.

Yang Xiong let out a cold snort; his body turned a faint gold, a massive blood‑red silhouette appeared behind him, and dense demonic sigils covered his form, his Soul Ring configuration being five black, three red, one blue‑gold.

Especially when Yang Xiong's blue‑gold Soul Ring appeared, everyone was utterly shocked; such a Soul Ring color is virtually unique in Soul Master history, with only Qian Renxue's tenth Soul Ring ever being a white‑gold one.

When the two summoned their martial souls, everyone around was blasted outward, feeling an endless pressure as if mortals faced a Divine Sense.

The sky was instantly split in two, one half golden, the other blood‑red, as if two terrifying Domains were colliding.

Qian Renxue snorted coldly: "Yang Xiong, you do have some skill; I didn't expect you to obtain a divine Soul Ring as well. Yet even with a Million‑Year Soul Ring, you remain merely a mortal; the gap between mortals and Divine Sense is insurmountable."

Yang Xiong replied: "Whether there's a gap can only be known by fighting. Your overly proud temperament still needs correcting; the disparity among Soul Masters isn't just about soul power. You've lost so many times—haven't you learned any lessons?"

"It's not convenient to fight here; let's go to the old place to battle."

In that instant, the killing aura around both seemed to reach its peak, and the two figures sped away from the spot.

After Qian Renxue's ascension, her speed increased severalfold compared to when she was at Ninety‑Eighth Level.

And after Yang Xiong broke through to Ninety‑Eighth Level, it seemed the Douluo Star's gravitational restriction was lifted, allowing him to fly at extreme speed.

The two quickly rose into the sky; Qian Renxue radiated a shimmering golden light, like a golden sun.

Yang Xiong stood unmoving as a mountain, quietly remaining in the sky, sword in hand—the Asura Demon Sword—seeming to merge with heaven and earth as one.

Both sides subtly opposed each other in the sky, as if they had both surpassed this world's limits; only they could truly sense each other's strength.

Everyone in Jialing Pass watched the sky's situation, whether the Soul Masters stationed there, Ning Fengzhi and the others, even the wounded Bibidong had climbed onto the city walls.

A hint of contempt flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes: "Yang Xiong, do you know that my Six‑Winged Angel clan is also called the sky's invincible, especially under the sun, the sky is my home ground."

Yang Xiong let out a cold snort: "Sun or heavens, as long as it's within this Douluo world, no one can defeat me, not even Divine Sense."

The massive blood‑red silhouette behind Yang Xiong seemed to merge with the entire heavens and earth, dyeing the sky blood‑red; even Qian Renxue's massive Six‑Winged Angel Weapon Soul appeared to be constrained.

Qian Renxue flapped her wings, turning into a beam of light that charged straight at Yang Xiong, as if the whole sky was being compressed.

Qian Renxue's single ordinary strike already matched the power of a Hundred‑Thousand‑Year Soul Technique.

But Yang Xiong's right fist, likewise, slammed forward with full force.

When their right hands collided for the first time, Qian Renxue, worthy of a Hundred Level warrior, had converted all her soul power into Divine Power; even with Yang Xiong's robust physique, his right hand tinged with pain, causing him to retreat dozens of meters, while Qian Renxue remained motionless.

Yang Xiong's expression changed slightly, and in an instant he summoned all of his soul bone; every soul bone turned a blood‑red hue and quickly enveloped Yang Xiong's entire body, looking like a thick set of armor.

(End of chapter)