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"A miscalculation."

Now it's not just him and Tang Hao, but even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Spirit Hall have gotten involved. Heaven Dou City is very likely to become a battlefield, and it will become extremely difficult for him to obtain Xiao Wu's spirit ring and spirit bone from these people.

Qian Renxue observed his reaction with great interest. A serious look appeared on her beautiful face. She stood up and stood in front of Lu Ming, stretched out her hand, and said with a smile, "Lu Ming, I have taken a liking to you. Submit to me, and I will give you money, beautiful women, and even the unification of the entire continent. After inheriting the Spirit Hall, I will give you a position second only to one person. I can also leave that 100,000-year-old spirit beast to you."

"Sorry, I refuse!" Lu Ming said decisively without the slightest hesitation. He slowly walked up to Qian Renxue, looking down at her. "You are not qualified. Not to mention the current you, even if you were to inherit the position of an angel, you would still not be qualified."

Qian Renxue's expression froze.

Her golden pupils narrowed slightly, as if she had heard some utterly absurd joke. She had seen too many people grovel before her, too many geniuses bow down before her, and too many self-important men trying to get her attention in various ways.

But Lu Ming looked at her differently.

That wasn't arrogance, provocation, or playing hard to get. In those jet-black eyes, there was only an emotion she'd never seen in anyone else's eyes—calm. Like looking at a tree, a stone, a cloud. Not disdain, but complete indifference.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Qian Renxue's voice was very soft, as soft as the final friction of a blade before it's drawn. "The Angelic Godhood—only my Qian family is qualified to inherit it on the entire continent. You, a Soul Master who hasn't even reached the Soul Saint level, what gives you the right to say I'm not qualified?"

Lu Ming picked up his teacup and took a slow, deliberate sip.

"Because you got one thing wrong from the very beginning." He put down his teacup, looked up at Qian Renxue, and said, "Because I look down on the so-called divine positions. Whether it's the first-level gods like the Angel God and the Sea God, or the God Kings like the Asura, Life, and Destruction, I don't take them seriously."

"The true path to strength doesn't need to be inherited. They will forge their own path."

Qian Renxue laughed, a laugh colder than ever before, filled with rage. Golden soul power surged from her body, and her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul instantly possessed her. Three pairs of golden wings extended behind her, and six soul rings—yellow, purple, black, and yellow—emerged, enveloping the entire manor in a golden halo.

"Lu Ming, you are too arrogant."

Qian Renxue's voice was icy as she unleashed her Angelic Domain, her Angelic Holy Sword coalescing in her hand, and she slowly walked towards Lu Ming.

"Arrogant? I am indeed arrogant." Lu Ming's voice was loud, and the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword appeared in his hand. "But I have the right to be arrogant."

He did not release his martial spirit. Faced with Qian Renxue's overwhelming angelic domain pressure, he merely raised his eyes slightly, the black and white light and shadow silently flowing deep within his pupils.

The moment the angelic sword struck, Lu Ming moved.

It's not about hiding, it's about advancing.

His figure seemed to blend into the wind, the golden sword light of the angelic holy sword grazing his clothes and carving a scorch several feet long in the paving stones. He himself had already closed to within three steps of Qian Renxue, raising the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword horizontally, the black and white energies condensing into a three-foot-long sword light at the tip, aimed straight at Qian Renxue's throat.

It's not a soul skill.

It's swordsmanship.

Qian Renxue's pupils shrank suddenly, and the Angelic Holy Sword changed from a slash to a block, with the golden blade held horizontally in front of her.

Ding--

A crisp sound.

The sword's edge struck the holy sword, and a violent shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, instantly overturning the tables, chairs, and tea sets in the main hall, shattering them against the walls. Qian Renxue felt an overwhelming force flowing through the sword, her hands trembled violently, and her body slid backward uncontrollably, her shoes carving two deep furrows in the bluestone floor.

She retreated a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before barely regaining her balance, her arm holding the sword feeling slightly numb.

Lu Ming simply stood there, his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, calmly looking at Qian Renxue. Just then, two whooshing sounds rang out, and two more people appeared beside Qian Renxue, namely the two titled Douluo, Citun and She Mao.

The two attacked Lu Ming, but Qian Renxue stopped them with her hand.

"I told you before, you're wasting your talent. If you want me to submit, you'll at least have to beat me first," Lu Ming said slowly, staring at Qian Renxue as if he didn't see the two of them.

Qian Renxue's knuckles turned white as she gripped the sword.

She had never lost before, much less lost so inexplicably. Her opponent hadn't used any soul skills or released any martial soul; he had forced back this level 68 Soul Emperor simply by raising his sword and thrusting it.

That's not right.

That's completely wrong.

Under the influence of the Angelic Domain, even a Soul Saint would be no match for her. Once she reaches the Soul Saint level, she can even contend with a Title Douluo. Why would she lose to this man whose strength is unknown?

"I told you, you're wasting your talent." Lu Ming took a step forward, and the spirit rings under his feet finally lit up. One ring, two rings, three rings... six pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit rings appeared one after another. The heavy pressure spread out as if it were a tangible thing, actually forcing Qian Renxue's Angel Domain back inch by inch.

"In the end, strength speaks for itself in this world. All the power you talk about is just a dream in the face of absolute strength, and it can vanish at any time."

With each step he took, Qian Renxue's Angel Domain shrank back a fraction. Six ten-thousand-year soul rings flickered beneath Lu Ming's feet, and his Tai Chi-like martial soul rotated silently. It lacked the glorious holiness of an angelic martial soul, yet possessed an indescribable rhythm.

"Six ten-thousand-year spirit rings, could this kid have twin spirits...?" Porcupine and She Mao's pupils constricted, and they exclaimed in disbelief. As titled Douluo elders of the Spirit Hall, their knowledge far exceeded that of ordinary spirit masters, but they had never seen Lu Ming's spirit ring configuration.

"Perhaps you're right, I am wasting my talent, but that doesn't mean I'm not a strong person."

Looking at Lu Ming, who was standing five steps away from her, Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her golden pupils burning with unprecedented anger and resentment.

She took a deep breath, and a gigantic angel phantom, over ten meters tall, appeared behind her. A golden halo began to spread, once again enveloping the entire manor.

She pushed the Angelic Domain to its limit, and Lu Ming felt his strength being suppressed. His true energy seemed to be ignited and began to dissipate continuously. If it wasn't stopped, his true energy would be completely exhausted in less than half an hour.

"I'll show you my strength, let you see if I'm weak or not!" Her voice echoed metallically, amplified by the surge of golden soul power. "Fifth Soul Skill: Divine Sword!"