Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Bibi Dong abruptly raised her head, a fierce glint in her eyes. Who would dare to tear through space and barge into the Papal Palace without prior notification?

However, when she saw the person's face clearly, the fierce look on her face froze instantly.

It was a face she once knew all too well, yet hated all too much, a face she had even torn apart with her own hands in countless nightmares.

Qianxunji.

Bibi Dong's hand tightened suddenly. She opened her mouth, but found that her proud soul power was so difficult to circulate in front of the other party.

fear.

The fear that originated from the depths of her heart overwhelmed her instantly like a tidal wave.

She clearly remembered the scene from some time ago when Qian Xunji crushed Qian Daoliu in the sky above the Hall of Worship. That kind of power was simply beyond her ability to resist.

"What...what are you doing here..." Bibi Dong's voice was hoarse, and her body leaned back uncontrollably.

Qian Xunji remained silent.

He raised his right hand, the arm that had fused with the right arm bone of the God-level Angel King, without any outward display of soul power or any fancy light or shadow.

Only pure, extreme speed and power.

Snapped!

A crisp sound echoed through the empty hall.

Bibi Dong felt an irresistible force slap her left cheek. Before she could even activate her protective soul power, she was sent flying off the high papal throne like a tattered sack.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bibidon's body crashed through three load-bearing walls on the side of the Papal Palace, and with a series of collapses, it slammed heavily onto the square outside the palace.

Dust flew everywhere.

Bibi Dong knelt amidst the rubble, her once exquisite and noble face now swollen with five clear finger marks, a trickle of crimson blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth. Her head was buzzing, her vision blurred, her hair disheveled, and she was utterly devoid of any semblance of papal authority.

She clutched her swollen left cheek tightly, her head bowed, her eyes swirling with humiliation, resentment, and a profound sense of powerlessness.

She dared not look up, much less fight back.

Qian Xunji stood at the edge of the broken wall, looking at the dazed Bibi Dong.

"What a fine face, my good disciple." He withdrew his gaze, not uttering another word, and turned into a golden light, heading straight for the Douluo Hall on the back mountain of Wuhun City.

Douluo Palace.

Qian Daoliu sensed that power and appeared outside the hall. Seeing Qian Xunji arrive, he asked, "Have you finished dealing with it?"

Qian Xunji nodded slightly, his gaze passing over Qian Daoliu and landing on the heavy, ancient gate that symbolized the inheritance of the angel god.

"Let the divine test begin."

Qian Xunji strode into the hall and stood in front of the huge six-winged angel statue.

"I'll keep an eye on her, you can focus on your exams." Qian Daoliu said before leaving.

Golden light cascaded down from the statue, completely enveloping its form. A majestic and awe-inspiring voice resounded precisely in his mind.

[The Angel's Third Test: Physical Strength Test.]

[Assessment Requirements: Enter the Angelic Illusion and run under double gravity and mental interference until the specified time limit is reached. Once this assessment begins, you cannot quit midway.]

"start."

The next instant, golden light shone brightly. Qian Xunji's figure disappeared from the Douluo Hall, completely entering that unknown trial space.

........

In the Heaven Dou Grand Arena, the charred crack that cleaved the central arena in two was eventually filled in by several earth-attribute soul masters working together. However, the burn marks remaining on the stone slab were like an indelible brand, etched firmly into the hearts of all the participating teams.

The lingering power of Qian San's sword strike was fully displayed in the following days.

The ranking matches continued, but without exception, all the academies facing the Royal Team 2 chose to forfeit.

"Referee, we concede."

A teacher from Thunder Academy, who was leading the team, stood below the stage and, without even letting his team members go up, directly submitted a letter of withdrawal to the organizing committee. He glanced at Qian San, who was sitting in the rest area, and shook his head.

Even the Soul Saint referee who had activated his Martial Soul True Body couldn't withstand that sword strike and even lost an arm. He didn't want his hard work to go up on stage and die.

In five consecutive matches, their opponents didn't even dare to show their faces. Tiandou Team II won all their victories without lifting a finger, unexpectedly enjoying a short, relaxing break during this round of the qualifying matches.

Qian San was happy to have some peace and quiet, and the group went together to hunt for soul rings.

……

Unlike the relaxed atmosphere on the Tiandou Second Team's side, a persistent gloom permeated the Shrek Academy's base.

In the subsequent ranking matches, Shrek Academy, with Tang San and Dai Mubai as their duo, won the vast majority of the matches. Their position on the leaderboard steadily rose, but these consecutive victories failed to bring a smile to Tang San's face.

Late at night, Tang San sat alone on his bed in his room.

He closed his eyes, trying to enter a meditative state. But as soon as he emptied his mind, the dazzling ten-meter-long light sword, radiating terrifying heat, would cleave into his sea of ​​consciousness from his memories.

Along with that came the embarrassing scene of himself shouting "I give up" at the top of his lungs.

"Bang!"

Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and slammed his fist heavily on the bed board, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

He was angry.

He was furious at Qian San's relentless pursuit, but even more furious at his own cowardly and incompetent past. When the true shadow of death descended, his pride in his composure and his mastery of hidden weapons shattered, and he was so frightened by a single threatening gesture from his opponent that he begged for mercy in public.

This kind of humiliation, so deeply etched in his memory, was more painful than death itself.

Tang San raised his left hand, black light surging in his palm, and a heavy Clear Sky Hammer appeared. He stared intently at the patterns on the hammer, his teeth grinding together.

"How was he able to do that...?"

Tang San's mind kept replaying the image of Qian San summoning the lightsaber. Each strike overlapped, each strike resonated, and finally merged into one, unleashing that power.

He can also use this kind of cumulative force. The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique of the Haotian Sect is also a unique skill that uses the opponent's force against them and continuously adds up the power.

But he knew very well that the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique required a long charging time, and swinging it one hammer at a time made it extremely vulnerable in actual combat. On the other hand, Qian San's sword formation was formed much faster, and the lightsaber itself could withstand interference from others, giving him no chance to interrupt it at all.

Faced with greater power and skill, the methods he had been so proud of in his previous life seemed so pale.

Tang San sheathed his Clear Sky Hammer, his right hand outstretched, a clump of dark purple Blue Silver Grass writhing and twisting in his palm. The fine barbs on the vines shimmered with a ghostly blue light, carrying a hint of greed.

He reached out and gently stroked the poisonous thorns, his eyes gradually becoming resolute.

Cultivating step by step is too slow. His Blue Silver Grass is inherently deficient, and if he continues to cultivate normally, he will never be able to close the gap with Qian San in a short period of time.