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

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"Ah—!!!" Qian Renxue let out a shrill scream, the intense pain and extreme humiliation almost driving her to the brink of collapse. She struggled frantically, trying to break free from the Holy Sword's hold, but the Holy Sword piercing her body seemed to be one with the earth, remaining completely still.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The Angelic Holy Sword, nailed into Qian Renxue's body, seemed to sense its host's dying despair and boundless hatred. The ominous blackish-gray luster on the sword suddenly surged! A deeper and more violent dark and corrupting power erupted like a geyser!
"boom--!"

A jet-black energy shockwave exploded outwards from Qian Renxue's center! The angelic holy sword that imprisoned her was actually forced open with a sliver of a crack under the impact of this corrupt power originating from the depths of her own bloodline and soul!
Qian Renxue seized this fleeting opportunity, ignoring the excruciating pain of her body being torn apart, and struggled forward!
"Thud!" The sound of flesh tearing apart was sickening.

She forcefully pulled herself out of the holy sword that had pierced her body, leaving a shocking penetrating wound. She staggered back several steps, half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, her blood staining a large patch of earth beneath her.

She raised her head, her eyes completely consumed by madness and destructive desire, devoid of any reason as she looked at Xuanming.

When Qian Renxue roared again, relying on a crazy will, she dragged her broken body towards him, Xuan Ming simply raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and then swung it out again.

He didn't use any soul skills or the Blood Spear; he only used the purest and most primal physical strength.

This punch, seemingly ordinary, contains terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting seas!
"Bam—!"

A dull crashing sound sounded.

Qian Renxue flew back at an even faster speed than when she rushed in, like a boulder thrown by a catapult, drawing a tragic arc in the air before crashing heavily into the distance, stirring up a cloud of dust.

A competition of pure strength?
As an inheritor of the bloodline of the True Dragon King, Xuanming's physical strength has long surpassed the realm of the mortal.

Even if a true first-level god were to descend, it would be absolutely impossible for a physical body to contend with him!
The only way Qian Renxue could possibly pose a threat to him in a direct confrontation would be to use the pure power of a holy six-winged angel to draw upon the supreme true fire of the sun to burn him.

But given her current state of complete depravity, where she has even polluted and abandoned her own sacred origins?
Let alone ignite the true fire of the sun, she could barely mobilize even the most basic divine power.

Without the advantage of elemental advantage, in a pure clash of power, Qian Renxue was simply not qualified to fight him.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Qian Renxue lay in the deep pit, her body twitching slightly, seemingly too weak to even stand up.

But her bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Xuanming, filled with resentment, hatred, and a trace of despair from the depths of her soul that she herself was unaware of.

Xuanming stood at the edge of the deep pit, looking down at Qian Renxue lying at the bottom, covered in blood, her eyes still burning with madness and hatred. His feelings were extremely complicated.

He originally thought that Qian Renxue could turn her hatred for her into motivation and break through the shackles of the divine test.

Unexpectedly, this intense hatred overwhelmed her reason, plunging her into a dark abyss.

He seemed to have underestimated his importance in Qian Renxue's heart, both positively and negatively.

With a soft sigh, Xuan Ming suppressed his fierce aura. He sheathed his blood spear and slowly walked down into the deep pit.

As he walked, an invisible, colorless domain, seemingly capable of encompassing everything, quietly unfolded, enveloping him and Qian Renxue within it.

Within the domain, a gentle and vibrant power of light and revival emerged like a warm spring, slowly flowing over Qian Renxue's broken body, repairing her shocking wounds and soothing her nearly collapsed soul.

At the same time, Xuanming raised his right hand, and in his palm, strands of pure and gentle faith power began to gather and condense.

These diverse yet purest prayers, emanating from countless people of the Spirit Empire, were refined and transformed under his skillful manipulation into a spiritual force capable of calming the mind and guiding consciousness.

Ultimately, these forces coalesced in his palm into a ball of light that emitted a soft white glow, as warm as a small sun, like a guiding star for those who had lost their way.

He walked over to Qian Renxue and squatted down.

Qian Renxue continued to stare intently at him, letting out a low growl like a wild beast, but under the influence of the power of revival, her body was no longer able to launch an attack.

Xuanming reached out and gently helped her up from the cold ground, letting her sit against the pit wall. Looking into those eyes, completely blinded by filth and madness, he was overwhelmed with emotion and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Finally, he gently and slowly pressed the "star" formed from the power of faith in his palm onto Qian Renxue's brow.

The sphere of light silently merged into her forehead, attempting to dispel the darkness and chaos that lingered deep within her spiritual world.

Xuanming knew very well how dangerous it was to lose himself in the divine test.

Tang Chen was incredibly talented back then, but in the end, he also lost his way in the Asura God's test and met such a tragic end.
The divine trial was far more brutal than imagined; failure meant annihilation, both body and soul. Qian Renxue was already standing on the edge of a cliff. His original plan had to be changed. He couldn't just watch her walk towards destruction.

However, just as Xuanming concentrated all his energy in an attempt to guide Qian Renxue's chaotic consciousness, another unexpected event occurred!
Perhaps sensing the "purification" of the external force, the deeply rooted corrupt power within Qian Renxue put up its fiercest resistance! Black light blazed in her eyes, and the Angelic Holy Sword, which had been knocked aside, seemed to be summoned, emitting a mournful hum, and suddenly transformed into a black light, shooting towards her at an incredible speed!

"Pfft——!"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was clearly audible.

The Angelic Holy Sword, shrouded in the most intense aura of darkness and corruption, pierced Xuanming's chest with precision and ruthlessness, its tip protruding from his back!

Crimson blood gushed out instantly, spilling onto the ground.

Xuanming's body trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed. He was not unprepared, but at this crucial moment when he was fully focused on guiding Qian Renxue's consciousness, he simply couldn't spare any more strength to defend against this sword strike.

Awakening a lost soul is a thousand times more difficult than tempting it to fall.

He lowered his head, looking at the holy sword that had pierced his body, and then at Qian Renxue, who was standing close by.

At this moment, besides the mad hatred in Qian Renxue's bloodshot eyes, two lines of crimson tears actually flowed down her cheeks!
Those tears of blood were mixed with endless pain, grievances, and a heart-wrenching despair that even she herself could not understand.

She lost her mind, but she didn't lose everything.

She still remembered him, remembered that deep-seated hatred, and also... other deeper, more complex things.

Upon seeing these tears of blood, Xuanming's complex emotions reached their peak.

Without further hesitation, the mark of the Ice and Fire Divine Crown on his forehead suddenly lit up! At the center of the crown, the core component, which seemed to be composed of countless tiny evil eyes, flickered with an eerie and profound light, as if it could see through all illusions and reach the very source of the soul.

Xuanming gently pressed his forehead against Qianrenxue's forehead.

In an instant, their consciousnesses were connected through this most intimate contact.

A pure and cold spiritual force, like ancient ice, flowed gently yet firmly into Qian Renxue's chaotic and filthy spiritual world.

Wherever this force passed, the frenzied whispers were frozen, the distorted illusions were dispelled, and the dense darkness receded like melting snow.

Qian Renxue's body trembled violently. The crimson and madness in her eyes receded like the tide, replaced by confusion, pain, and... a gradual return of clarity.

The corrupting forces were forcibly suppressed, and reason regained control.

When she finally saw what was in front of her, she was completely stunned.

She saw Xuanming's face so close to hers, and the indescribable complex emotions in his icy blue eyes.

Then, her gaze shifted downwards and she saw the angelic holy sword that she was holding tightly in her hand, which had completely pierced Xuanming's chest!
The sword still bore traces of her dark, corrupt aura, and... Xuanming's warm blood.

"!!!"

An overwhelming fear gripped Qian Renxue's heart, a thousand times stronger than any previous defeat or humiliation! Her hand trembled violently, almost releasing her grip on the sword hilt.

When the hatred faded and reason returned, she truly and desperately realized that she could never lose this man, no matter what.

Even though she hated him to the core, even though she had fantasized countless times about tearing him to pieces, when it seemed that it was really going to happen, the fear that came from the depths of her soul and the heart-wrenching pain made her realize that she simply... couldn't bring herself to do it.

Qian Renxue trembled as she looked at the holy sword piercing Xuanming's chest in her hand, and then at Xuanming's face so close to hers. There was no pain or anger in his icy blue eyes, only an indescribable weariness and helplessness.

"No...no..." she stammered, tears mingling with blood streaming down her face. "Why...why did you come..."

She would rather wallow in mad hatred until death than face the reality of personally inflicting heavy damage on him now that she has regained her senses.

This lucid pain was far more despairing to her than her previous madness. (End of Chapter)