Douluo's Flame Spear: Chongli's Demise and Heart Flame's Overpowered Power

Chapter 131 Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel of Light

For an instant.

A figure in black robes dashed off from the spot Yang Yun pointed to, disappearing into the distance. Yang Yun sneered, "What are you all standing there for?"

The white crane instantly transformed into a black dot and flew towards Tang Hao's location, with Niu Gao following closely behind.

Bibi Dong and her five companions had already taken this opportunity to flee far away, and Qian Daoliu also left after giving Yang Yun a deep look.

Only Qian Renxue, who was looking down and seemingly lost in thought, turned and walked into the carriage.

"Grandpa, I'm about to succeed; it's impossible for me to give up easily and let all my hard work and dedication over the past ten years go to waste."

On that day, Yang Yun's towering figure was etched into the hearts of all the Soul Masters of the battle team; it could not be shaken or replaced.

Feng Xiaotian of Shenfeng Academy glanced at Huo Wu of Chihuo Academy beside him and saw the reverence and longing in Huo Wu's eyes; it was a worship of power.

At this moment, a seed was planted in Feng Xiaotian's heart: that great strength is more likely to win a woman's heart than useless sincerity.

"Sect Leader Yang, I finally understand; after the competition, I want to join the Potian Sect and become a powerful Soul Master like Sect Leader Yang."

This thought wasn't just on Feng Xiaotian's mind; all the Soul Masters who had just seen and heard Yang Yun's powerful strength and domineering style of doing things had the same idea.

That means joining the Breaking Heaven Sect.

As you can see, even mediocre Soul Masters like Bai He and Niu Gao were able to break through to the Title Realm in just one year after joining the Po Tian Sect.

As you can see, Yang Poqiu looks so young, yet he possesses the strength of a Soul Douluo with an eighth ring of 100,000 years of experience.

As you can see, the Potian Sect has an incredibly powerful sect leader who can face five Title Douluos head-on, and even have hidden powerhouses lurking in the shadows, without being at a disadvantage.

It may even force the other party to pay a price before they can leave.

Countless reasons for wanting to join the Breaking Heaven Sect flooded his mind at that moment.

They were already on their way back to Wuhun City when Bibi Dong returned to the center of the Papal Palace; sitting in the Pope's seat, her face was extremely gloomy.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo would occasionally exchange glances, remaining silent as if trembling in fear, not daring to utter a sound.

"Bibi Dong, you were too reckless; you actually let Xue'er get into trouble and almost put her life in danger."

Bibi Dong sneered and said, "Hmph; stop pretending in front of me. Besides, what does that woman have to do with me? She's from your Hall of Worship, not from my Papal Palace."

"You promised to give me those soul bones yourself; I never asked you to save me. I don't accept this favor."

The figure in the darkness sighed almost imperceptibly, then turned and left the Papal Palace, no longer wasting words.

Bibi Dong's hatred has never diminished; in fact, under the influence of that inexplicable divine power, her temper has become increasingly unpredictable.

If it weren't for the fact that those people weren't far from the Spirit Hall, and that the battle between Bibi Dong and Yang Yun had such a significant impact, Qian Daoliu would never have been able to leave today.

Or rather, if Qian Renxue hadn't been there, Qian Daoliu wouldn't have even glanced at Bibi Dong.

Those two soul bones were also the price paid for saving Qian Renxue.

Yang Yun's strength has surpassed Tang Chen's, and the powerful aura emanating from the wings on his back even made Tang Chen, a divine servant, feel a deadly danger.

The two sides fought openly. He might not lose to Yang Yun using his angelic power; however, the aftershocks would definitely be something the soul masters below could not withstand.

The team had now begun to calm down.

Tang San of the Shrek Academy team looked completely distracted, because he had just heard Yang Yun point to a location and say that he wanted to chase after Tang Hao; and the two Title Douluos had chased after him.

I don't know how my father is doing now.

Is it possible to escape from those two Title Douluos?

Or perhaps they are strong enough to kill those two guys in return?

Tang San's eyes were filled with a deep, unyielding sorrow.

Grandmaster sat down next to Tang San with one hand behind his back and said, "Are you worried about your father?"

Tang San nodded without saying a word.

Grandmaster reached out and put his hand on Tang San's shoulder to comfort him, saying, "Don't worry, your father was once the youngest Title Douluo on the continent; his record is even more outstanding, seriously injuring the former Pope in his first battle."

"You could say that as long as the person chasing after him isn't Yang Yun, your father has a 90% chance of surviving, so there's no need to worry. Adjust your mindset and prepare for the upcoming competition."

Tang San's eyes gradually regained some of their light.

He raised his head, looked directly into Yu Xiaogang's eyes, and nodded emphatically: "Okay, teacher; I understand. I will definitely not let you down in the next competition."

"It's a pity that we still couldn't see Shui Bing'er's true level and combat power this time. Her strength is still shrouded in mystery."

Just like the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall; no information about the three individuals has been released.

You can only see it for yourself after you go to Wuhun City.

The night everyone arrived in Wuhun City.

A familiar guest arrived outside Yang Yun's tent; to be precise, a guest who was both unfamiliar and familiar.

"What, it's you? Aren't you afraid someone outside will see your true face? How dare you appear so brazenly in front of my tent?"

A thousand feet of snow.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed two glowing soul bones in front of Yang Yun.

"Once I enter Wuhun City, it's my territory. I can appear anywhere I want; why can't I do that outside your tent?"

A barely perceptible glint of ink flashed deep within Qian Renxue's eyes.

"I never imagined you had grown to this level. Even my grandfather wasn't confident he could defeat you in a head-on confrontation. It seems that letting you sneak away was the biggest mistake of my life."

Yang Yun carefully put away the two soul bones in front of him, both of which had very obvious cracks.

It was a soul bone that had been cracked, but its age was indeed more than 50,000 years old, making it a power-type soul bone.

Qian Daoliu was playing tricks on me; the Spirit Hall's heritage is indeed ancient and profound; they even have a stockpile of spirit bones of this level.

Although they are two soul bones with cracks.

"The past can't be retrieved, but has any boy ever told you that you're incredibly beautiful in real life, with such a sacred aura, yet I only wanted to be the one to blaspheme this goddess!"

Qian Renxue arrogantly raised her chin and looked at Yang Yun, then quickly walked up to him; their noses were rapidly approaching each other.

"Hmph. You're quite the smooth talker; but so what if you're strong now? In my eyes, you'll be mine sooner or later; both your body and your heart."

Qian Renxue enjoyed the feeling of captivating Yang Yun's mind while keeping him out of reach; it gave her a thrill of toying with her prey.

Even if the other party's level is more than ten levels higher than mine, so what?

She is now a twelve-winged fallen angel of light, the two being one yet distinct; she awaits the time to inherit the divine position.

She, Qian Renxue, will become an existence surpassing even angels and gods.

(End of this chapter)