Chapter 323: Three Triumphs Over Qian Renxue

At this moment, in Yang Xiong's mind, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King seemed unusually worried.

"Yang Xiong, although your body can barely contend with a god, your endurance cannot compare with Divine Sense; if the fight drags on, even if you possess a Double Soul Core, you are certainly no match for Qian Renxue."

"Moreover, up to now your consumption is far greater than Qian Renxue's; if nothing unexpected occurs in this battle, I'm afraid you will still lose."

Yang Xiong gritted his teeth and let out a roar: "I will never concede defeat; even if it means death, I will fight to the end."

At this moment, Yang Xiong stared fixedly at the Blood Red Lightning within the Spirit Sea; these bolts come from the Heaven Tribulation, perhaps this is the true key for him to defeat Divine Sense.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King exclaimed in shock: "What are you thinking? Though you can wield this Heaven Tribulation Thunder, it indiscriminately destroys, and even you would turn to ash under its strike."

Yang Xiong roared: "Since it's within my Spirit Sea, it belongs to me. Whether it's Heaven Tribulation or any rule power, anything that consumes me must obey me, otherwise I'd rather have nothing."

Suddenly, the Blood Red Lightning in Yang Xiong's Spirit Sea began to coalesce; all the Blood Red Lightning enveloped the Jin Se Ju Ren, who seemed to endure immense suffering in the mortal world yet still howled skyward.

Qian Renxue seemed to sense the change in Yang Xiong: "Yang Xiong, what on earth are you doing? Since you didn't strike while I was unconscious last time, shall I spare your life and give you another chance to challenge me?"

Yang Xiong roared: "I, Yang Xiong, have spent my life pursuing the strongest; I never need anyone to spare my life."

As Yang Xiong's words fell, Blood Red Lightning swirled around his body; these bolts seemed to hail from an endless abyss and also from the heavens, as if capable of annihilating all things.

Even with Yang Xiong's robust physique, after the Blood Red Lightning appeared, his whole body began to twitch, muscles blackening under the shock, and even his black hair stood on end.

Especially as the Blood Red Lightning emerged, the entire world seemed to tremble in an instant; the previously clear sky turned clouded, and countless bolts rained down across heaven and earth, like the apocalypse.

Qian Renxue's face showed a hint of dread: "Yang Xiong, what are you doing, you're courting death."

"What exactly are these Blood Red Lightning you wield, they seem like your Second Martial Soul, yet you cannot fully control them."

Yang Xiong lunged at Qian Renxue with a claw, instantly transforming into a towering giant claw, its hand gripping Blood Red Lightning as if the thunder god had descended.

"Qian Renxue, even if you are Divine Sense, what of it? Today I, Yang Xiong, will defeat you, Divine Sense."

Qian Renxue watched Yang Xiong's full-force strike, becoming exceedingly solemn, for within that Blood Red Lightning she sensed a massive threat, as if confronting an assault on the very rules of heaven and earth— even Divine Sense could not evade it.

The Ninth Soul Ring of Qian Renxue flickered, and the world instantly radiated endless golden light; a massive Angel descended from the heavens, its hands seemingly cradling something that could melt the entire world.

This is Qian Renxue's Ninth Spirit Skill, Angel Descent, also a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Technique, and she employs it while in her Martial Soul True Body.

The Blood Red Lightning clashed with the golden radiance, and in that instant it seemed like a collision of two sets of rules, turning the surrounding space into void.

After just one collision, Yang Xiong and Qian Renxue both stepped back several hundred meters; the strike left them evenly matched.

Yang Xiong spat blood; this time the damage came not only from the impact but also from the Heaven Tribulation's assault on his own body.

Since obtaining this Heaven Tribulation Thunder, Yang Xiong has longed to touch it, yet that terrifying power still leaves him with lingering dread.

Now, at the moment of truly battling a god, without the boost of this Heaven Tribulation Thunder, he likely cannot defeat Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue also spat blood, her gaze fiercely sharp: "Interesting, Yang Xiong, you are the strongest Soul Grandmaster I've ever seen, yet you can wound me; then I will show you the true gap between us."

A golden longsword instantly materialized in Qian Renxue's hand, the Angel Holy Sword inherited from the Angel God.

The Angel Holy Sword emitted endless light; especially in the sky, the previously clouded heavens suddenly shone with ten-thousand-fold brilliance, and under the sun's rays, the Angel Holy Sword glittered like flame.

Yang Xiong did not hesitate and unsheathed the Asura Demon Sword.

Unexpectedly, once the Asura Demon Sword was drawn, the Blood Red Heaven Tribulation Thunder streamed up along its hilt, quickly enveloping the entire Asura Demon Sword.

The Asura Demon Sword exuded fierce killing aura, its blood-red glow merging with Blood Red Lightning as a single entity.

Golden radiance clashed with the blood-red sword aura in the air; in a heartbeat, both Yang Xiong and Qian Renxue unleashed countless swords, and even at high altitude, the sharp sword aura chilled the Soul Grandmasters on the ground.

The two seemed to reach the same realm again, repeatedly swinging swords at each other, yet unable to truly defeat the opponent.

Qian Renxue suddenly shouted: "Yang Xiong, though your strength is formidable, even reaching an unprecedented level for a Soul Grandmaster, you are doomed to lose."

Yang Xiong sneered: "You don't expect to defeat me with words, do you? Show your true skill in strength."

Qian Renxue showed a hint of disdain: "Yang Xiong, you are not facing me but the tens of thousands of years of history of my Spirit Empire, the foundation of my Angel Clan; in future generations, Angel God of the Angel Clan will guard the people's faith for ages."

"Now your killing aura is fully revealed, like a demon god, while my Angel Clan is determined to slay demons; now I will, on behalf of the whole world, conduct Angel Judgment against you."

Qian Renxue grasped the Angel Holy Sword, which seemed to merge with heaven and earth in that instant, radiating golden Divine Power.

Yang Xiong felt that at this moment he was confronting not just a Divine Sense, but all the people of the world, facing every follower of Angel God.

Yang Xiong understood that Qian Renxue was wielding the Angel Clan's accumulated millennia of faith power, seemingly representing all the people.

At this moment, Yang Xiong felt as if he stood on a judgment platform, with his life's killings displayed around him, showing every person he had slain.

"Angel Judgment! Holy Light Slash Demon!"

Yang Xiong felt the voice was like a chant, as if it would shatter his Spirit or turn his Spirit into void.

Yet Yang Xiong's eyes now burned with unparalleled fury, his gaze revealing endless resentment.

"Qian Renxue, you have no right to represent everyone in the world, nor the right to judge me; no one in the world has the right to judge me."

Yang Xiong's Nine Rings detonated simultaneously in an instant, and all the energy swiftly merged into his martial soul.

Between heaven and earth, a Blood Red Giant towering a kilometer high instantly appeared, its hand clutching Blood Red Lightning; under the flash of thunder light, all things in the world seemed to turn to void in an instant, even the sun in the sky was about to be plucked down.

This is Yang Xiong's full-force Shura Method; this time he directly blew up nine Soul Rings, and all the power of the Soul Rings was poured into his martial soul, the Shura Method, and the Heaven Tribulation Thunder.

Qian Renxue grasped a golden great sword, striking down from the heavens; that blade contained endless flame, supreme luminous energy, and the purest Divine Power of Angel God.

But Yang Xiong also struck desperately; the Blood Red Giant wielded a Thunder Sword, as if to shoot down the sun in the sky. At this crucial moment, Yang Xiong sensed the sun was imperfect, a crack of shadow and a wisp of black aura—perhaps the greatest flaw in Qian Renxue.

Golden radiance collided with Blood Red Lightning, and heaven and earth instantly shattered, the entire sky turning as if dyed with blood.

Qian Renxue seemed severely wounded, countless bones broken throughout her body, even a sword scar appearing on her forehead.

Qian Renxue's blood spurted wildly as she descended from the heavens, like a sun falling to earth.

Yang Xiong fared no better; his entire skeleton seemed about to shatter, his clothes drenched in blood, and he fell from the sky like a meteor.

When Ning Rongrong and the others finally reacted, everyone sped toward the spot where Yang Xiong had fallen.

Yang Xiong's whole body was drenched in blood, even his seven orifices ran with blood, yet his hands still clutched the Asura Demon Sword, steadfastly supporting his body.

Yang Xiong still stared rigidly at the distant Spirit City, forcing his battered body to speak: "I won, Qian Renxue, in the end I won."

Qian Renxue, likewise shielded by Golden Crocodile Douluo and Bibidong and others, used the Angel Holy Sword to support her body.

Her injuries seemed comparable to Yang Xiong's; her golden armor was stained red with blood, and a hint of resentment flickered in her eyes.

Yet across her forehead lay a blood-colored sword scar, brimming with endless killing aura.

Just then, even Qian Renxue, as a Divine Sense, felt the fear of death, feeling that her life seemed to be in the enemy's hands.

"Yang Xiong, wait for me; I will defeat you sooner or later!"

Qian Renxue's words seemed to drain all her power, and she fell straight backward.

However, at this critical moment, Bibidong unexpectedly couldn't help but hug Qian Renxue, and Bibidong's eyes seemed full of incredulity, also full of inner conflict.

And Yang Xiong also seemed a bit unable to stay upright, sitting directly on the ground, but his mouth was filled with a wild laugh, as if he didn't care about his wounds at all.

(End of chapter)