Douluo Continent: A hundred years pass in an instant, the fleeting scenery of the world is like morn

"Third Soul Skill - Azure Light Mountain-Shattering Slash!"

In an instant, the sword in Chen Jingheng's hand shone brightly with azure light, and a huge sword aura detached from the sword and rapidly expanded in mid-air.

Three feet, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang—finally transforming into a crescent-shaped cyan light blade, slashing towards the gray-clad man at the waist.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the ground was blasted into a deep trench by the shockwave.

The gray-clad man's pupils suddenly dilated.

How is that possible?!

How could a mere kid like him unleash such an attack?

But by then, he had no time to dodge.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

"Third Soul Skill - Ghostly Wanderer!"

"ah!!!"

In an instant, the ghostly figure behind the gray-clad man let out a shrill scream that was not human. The sound was extremely sharp, as if hundreds of people were screaming at the same time.

The ghostly figure expanded violently with a shriek, and then—

One ghostly figure became two, two became four, and four became eight.

After the eight translucent scarlet ghostly figures fully coalesced, they bared their fangs and opened their claws, their faces contorted in a ferocious manner, looking like demons that had just crawled out of hell.

They had no eyes, but there were two dark, hollow depressions in the eye sockets, staring straight in Chen Jingheng's direction.

"I've devoured countless talents to reach my current level, what makes you think you can do this, you brat! Die!"

The eight ghostly figures immediately moved, roaring as they charged towards the cyan sword energy.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—"

Sword energy and ghostly shadows clashed and tore at each other in mid-air, unleashing terrifying shockwaves.

"Boom—"

With a final, deafening roar, the shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact.

The impact propelled Chen Jingheng backward quite a distance before he managed to regain his balance, staring intently at the site of the explosion.

We absolutely have to succeed!

Smoke filled the air, and dust flew everywhere.

A moment later, the smoke gradually dissipated.

The man in gray stood there, clutching his shoulder in pain, his face ashen, his lips purple, and his entire face contorted in agony.

His left ear is gone, and his left arm is gone too!

From the shoulder joint down, the entire arm disappears.

That brat, that scoundrel! He's terrifying.

Realizing the danger, the man in gray turned and roared at the chef, "What are you waiting for—!"

Upon hearing this, the chef, standing not far away, replied casually, "Understood."

……

far away.

Qian Xingning crouched in the tall grass, parting the blades of grass with one hand, her eyes fixed on the three people fighting over there.

But soon, his brows furrowed.

Whether it's martial soul or innate soul power, Xiao Jingheng is indeed an outstanding genius.

But the opponents were also two Soul Masters. Even though their Martial Soul quality and talent were not as good as Xiao Jingheng's, the difference in level and combat experience was there, and it couldn't be easily bridged by talent alone.

Thinking of this, Qian Xingning's hands involuntarily clenched.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

The feeling of helplessness when you can only watch others fight desperately for you, while you can't do anything about it.

It was like this when I left the Spirit Hall hundreds of years ago, and it's still like this here hundreds of years later.

He is a descendant of the dignified angel race, how could he hide behind a junior?

Can……

What could he do?

He has no soul power, no soul rings, and cannot generate any attacks; at best, he is just an ordinary person.

If he gets involved in the battle, he won't be able to help Xiao Jingheng; instead, he'll become a burden and distract others from protecting him.

He couldn't help at all...

No... don't panic, panicking won't help. He's lived for so many years, what storms hasn't he seen?

There must be a way, there must be—

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

Six-winged angel.

Yes.

Although he has no soul power, his martial spirit is still intact.

If... it's just about summoning the martial spirit, that's still achievable.

As long as the six-winged angel is summoned, the sacred aura inherent in the martial soul will spread out, which should be enough to scare away those two evil soul masters.

At that time, he and Xiao Jingheng will have enough time to retreat, and by the time those two guys react, they should be too late to catch up with them.

Thinking of this, Qian Xingning took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and sensed the existence that had been sealed away for hundreds of years within her body.

At first, he couldn't feel anything, as if he were groping in a dark, deep pool, feeling only coldness and emptiness.

But he did not give up, and little by little he went deeper and explored that corner that he himself had sealed away.

Finally—found it.

A golden core of light floated quietly in the deepest part of his body.

It is small, but its light, like his heart, beats unyieldingly.

It has been there for hundreds of years, and has never been extinguished.

Qian Xingning slowly opened her eyes.

that's enough.

With just a little light, he can illuminate the darkness and dispel the gloom.

In an instant, a faint golden light gradually emanated from Qian Xingning's body.

……

On the distant battlefield, the three of them sensed that aura almost simultaneously, and all stopped what they were doing and froze in shock.

The moment that golden aura appeared, the gray-robed man's martial spirit ghost shadow let out a mournful wail.

Then, the ghostly figure began to tremble violently, shrinking back and forth, as if it wanted to burrow into the bones of its master and hide.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, the entire sky was violently torn apart by an invisible hand, and the thick clouds surged and dispersed from the center outwards.

Immediately afterwards, golden light shone forth and poured down, showering all the light upon the earth.

Under the golden light, the darkness within a radius of several miles was swept away, every blade of grass was clearly visible, and every grain of dust shimmered in the light.

Seeing this, the man in gray was dumbfounded, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a sound.

His eyes stung from the golden light, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, but he dared not close them.

He was afraid that once he closed his eyes, he would never be able to open them again.

The huddled ghostly figure behind him also melted away like snow in the golden light, without even a chance to struggle.

"My...my martial spirit...no—!"

The chef's situation wasn't much better.

His soul power was completely suppressed under the golden light, and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

Unlike the other two, Chen Jingheng sat on the ground, panting heavily.

A sacred, gentle power poured down from above his head, landed on him, and enveloped him.

The next moment, sensing something, Chen Jingheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the place where the golden light was the brightest, which was also the direction where Qian Xingning had been standing.

Unfortunately, the golden light was too intense, and he couldn't open his eyes wide. He could only squint and barely make out the outline in the center of the golden light.

The face and clothing were indistinct; all that could be seen was a blurry human outline and a huge phantom... a phantom with six wings on its back.

What is that...?