Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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Xuanming raised his hand and tore open space, forcefully ripping open the barrier of the Angel's Secret Realm.

As soon as he stepped inside, the scene before him instantly changed.

Instead of the expected sacred radiance and solemn hall, there was a distorted space filled with decay, corruption, and darkness.

The sky was a suffocating dark red, the earth was cracked and flowing with filthy slime, and the air was filled with a nauseating, sweet-smelling stench and a strong wave of negative emotions.

“An aura of decadence…” A knowing glint flashed in Xuanming’s eyes.

It seems that Qian Renxue failed to uphold her sacred principles during the final test, and was instead corrupted by the darkness within her, leading her to depravity.

Of course, this may also be part of the inheritance assessment, an ultimate test of one's character.

He didn't linger. Relying on his powerful divine sense, he ignored the illusions and whispers around him that were trying to corrupt his mind, and headed towards the core area of ​​this dark secret realm.

The deeper one goes, the stronger the atmosphere of darkness and decay becomes, and even distorted, resentful afterimages begin to appear in the air.

Gradually, hysterical roars and violent energy fluctuations came from ahead.

Xuanming passed through a hill made up of withered bones and broken weapons, and the sight before him made him frown slightly.

Qian Renxue was disheveled, her once magnificent golden armor now stained with dark red filth. Her eyes were bloodshot, her gaze crazed and chaotic, and the angelic holy sword she gripped tightly was shrouded in an ominous blackish-gray luster. She was frantically slashing and roaring at the air, as if fighting an invisible enemy.

Around her, several "corpses" lay scattered on the ground—the likenesses of Hu Liena, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and others! Their deaths were gruesome, as if they had endured extremely cruel torture.

Although he knew it was just an illusion, a projection of Qian Renxue's dark side, Xuanming still felt an uncontrollable surge of anger upon seeing this scene.

As expected! Qian Renxue's hatred for him has become so twisted that she would take it out on him and even fantasize about torturing and killing those around him!
How can someone blinded by hatred and filled with destructive desires be allowed to participate in the management of the Spirit Empire? To be involved in core matters concerning the future of billions of lives?

What a ridiculous joke! Bibi Dong's idea is far too naive and wishful thinking!

Just then, in her frenzy, Qian Renxue seemed to keenly sense Xuan Ming's arrival. She turned her head sharply, her crimson eyes fixed on him, filled with deep-seated hatred, jealousy, and a madness that wanted to destroy everything.

"Xuan-Ming—!" She let out a shrill scream that was not human, completely abandoning the illusion in front of her and focusing all her anger and killing intent on Xuan-Ming.

The aura of corruption emanating from her surged, and the once sacred angelic sword was now wreathed in dark energy, slashing down at Xuanming with a violent force capable of tearing everything apart!

His frenzied appearance bore a striking resemblance to Bibi Dong, who had lost her mind when she was corrupted by the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa.

As expected of mother and daughter.

Xuanming raised his right hand expressionlessly.

A dark red spear, shrouded in endless ferocity and icy chill, appeared out of thin air in his hand—it was the Blood Spear, which had been transformed into a divine weapon!
The moment the blood spear appeared, a malevolent aura far purer and more terrifying than this fallen secret realm erupted, like a tangible shockwave that instantly dispersed most of the surrounding dark aura!
Xuanming casually swung his blood spear.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull thud.

Qian Renxue's seemingly ferocious attack melted away the moment it touched the blood spear, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. She was struck as if by a devastating blow, letting out a scream as she spat out blood tinged with black mist. Like a kite with a broken string, she was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the cracked earth in the distance. A fallen angel who had not yet truly inherited a divine position, barely reaching the quasi-god level through the power of the inherited secret realm, was utterly powerless against Xuan Ming, a being whose strength was already comparable to a second-level god and who wielded a ferocious divine weapon.

Since breaking through level 100, although Xuanming has not triggered the divine tribulation to officially become a god, his divine power and divine sense have been steadily increasing and transforming.

When he first entered the divine realm, he might have only been able to barely compare to the most ordinary third-level gods. But now, thanks to his unique cultivation methods and accumulated experience, his true combat strength is no less than that of an ordinary second-level god!

In Douluo Continent, his home turf, suppressed by the rules of the plane, even a true first-level god might not be able to gain an advantage over him.

Currently, only a god-king level being descending in his true form could pose a real threat to him, but that is almost impossible.

Given Qian Renxue's current state, she could only be described as utterly vulnerable against him.

Despite being severely injured, Qian Renxue did not regain her senses; instead, she became even more agitated due to the intense pain and humiliation.

She struggled to her feet, ignoring her gaping wounds and chaotic breathing, and roared like a wild beast once more, gathering even darker and more corrupt power as she charged towards Xuanming like a madman.

"I am going to kill you!"

A cold glint flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes, and the blood spear erupted with a terrifying aura. After years of tempering, this ferocious weapon had completely transformed into a divine artifact, and within the Douluo Continent, its power was no less than that of the Asura Demon Sword.

If Qian Renxue had fought with pure divine power, she might have been able to hold her own for a while. But by choosing to fall into darkness and abandon the power of light and divinity, she lost her greatest advantage, and perhaps her only means, in the fight against the Blood Spear.

The blood spear swept across, and Qian Renxue was sent flying backward once again.

Qian Renxue struggled to her feet, her eyes burning with even greater madness. She roared and charged again, her body surging with dark energy, determined to fight to the death.

"I am going to kill you!!"

Xuanming's eyes turned cold, and a dark, icy blue light flashed in his eyes. This spiritual power was like a tangible tsunami, instantly shattering Qian Renxue's already chaotic mental defenses!
"Ugh—!" Qian Renxue let out a painful groan, her forward momentum suddenly halted, and her eyes momentarily lost focus.

In that split second, Xuanming's left hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing her wrist that was holding the sword! An irresistible force came, and Qian Renxue felt a sharp pain in her wrist. Her fingers loosened, and the Angelic Holy Sword was already out of her hand!

Xuanming seized the opportunity and grasped the angelic holy sword, which was wrapped in ominous black light, in his own hand.

At the same time, he clenched his right fist, which, with its icy force, slammed it hard into Qian Renxue's lower abdomen!

"puff--!"

Qian Renxue's body arched like a shrimp, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The terrifying power contained in that punch not only severely damaged her physical body, but also nearly shattered the corrupt energy that had gathered within her! She flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

Xuan Ming remained expressionless, taking a step forward and instantly appearing beside Qian Renxue, who lay collapsed on the ground. He held the Angelic Holy Sword in his hand, tip pointing downwards, and without hesitation, plunged it down towards Qian Renxue's vital point in the back!
"laugh--!"

The Angelic Sword easily pierced through Qian Renxue's armor and flesh, with half of its tip protruding from her chest, pinning her firmly to the cracked earth!
Blood gushed out from the sword, staining the ground red.

Her quasi-god-like body prevented her from dying easily, but the pain was undeniably real. (End of Chapter)