"The mightiest sword needs no edge—the greatest skill is no skill at all!"
With a single, unembellished strike, Chen Xiaoming unleashed the pinnacle of his Soul Power—Rank 99 Soul Power, the might of a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, and the force of a hundred-thousand-year Soul Bone—all converging into this one blow.
Chen Xiaoming refused to believe that Qian Renxue would be foolish enough to face this attack head-on without using her divine power.
"Hmph."
Qian Renxue let out a cold snort, regaining her composure as her six golden wings flapped simultaneously. An unparalleled golden flame erupted, enveloping her entirely, turning her into a blazing golden meteor.
Her right hand clenched into a fist, gathering the immense golden flames, coating her hand in divine fire.
Without hesitation, she punched straight toward the incoming wooden staff, unleashing her full power.
"Boom—!"
The impact between staff and fist sent a towering golden pillar of light soaring hundreds of meters into the sky. The terrifying shockwave rippled outward, causing the ground beneath them to collapse, as if the heavens themselves were falling.
Within a thousand-meter radius, everything was reduced to ruins.
"Crack, crack, crack…"
A crisp sound echoed as cracks spread across the crimson wooden staff that had carried Chen Xiaoming's full-force strike. In contrast, Qian Renxue merely furrowed her brows slightly. As her figure shifted, the divine power within her surged completely.
"Is this all you've got?"
Golden flames roared to life as Qian Renxue exerted her strength once more, her right fist striking the staff again. The wooden staff was instantly sent flying, a deep fissure appearing where her punch had landed.
"Pa."
Chen Xiaoming leaped forward and caught the staff, feeling the overwhelming force still lingering within. He staggered back three steps before spatial ripples dispersed the remaining energy.
"So this… is the difference between gods and mortals."
As he felt the boundless divine power radiating from Qian Renxue, akin to the burning flames of the sun, Chen Xiaoming had to admit—it was like standing before an immense furnace.
"How disappointing. It seems you finally understand the gap between mortals and gods."
Destroying Chen Xiaoming's strongest strike with ease, Qian Renxue's eyes flickered with satisfaction. The power of a god was not something mere mortals could contend with.
Even an Ultimate Douluo was insignificant before divinity.
"Hah, you're strong. But that just makes this more interesting."
Realizing that his Soul Power alone wasn't enough to injure her, Chen Xiaoming took a deep breath. As he listened to the sound of his experience points increasing, he silently tapped into his system, restoring his status.
"Do you want to witness my true power?"
Chen Xiaoming lifted his gaze, a smirk playing at his lips. A fleeting flash of silver flickered within his eyes.
Indeed, the power of a true god was formidable—far stronger than Bo Saixi had been.
Qian Renxue frowned. True power? Wasn't that his full strength just now?
Before she could dwell on the thought, Chen Xiaoming had already acted. The power within his bloodline surged, and scorching silver light radiated from his body.
Eight years of growth had made his bloodline even stronger than when he had fought Bo Saixi. Now, unleashing his full power, an immense silver light expanded, enveloping a vast ten-thousand-meter radius.
Within this silver glow, Qian Renxue suddenly felt the space around her turning viscous, as if she were trapped in a quagmire. A tangible force was resisting her movement.
"Disperse!"
With a soft yet commanding voice, the divine power of the Angel God flared. It could dispel any non-divine domain. Instantly, golden light surged from Qian Renxue's body, forcing back the encroaching silver glow in all directions.
A triumphant smile graced Qian Renxue's lips. Using a domain against her? That was a mistake.
But before she could savor her victory, she was stunned—the divine power she had unleashed halted after expanding merely a thousand meters, unable to advance further.
The silver light was like an impenetrable fortress, obstructing her golden radiance.
"How is this possible?"
"Nothing is impossible. This world is far larger than you can imagine."
Shrouded in silver brilliance, Chen Xiaoming's wooden staff, previously damaged, was restored to perfection. Faint spatial ripples swirled around it.
"Swish."
With a single step, he vanished into spatial ripples, reappearing right beside Qian Renxue.
His silver-coated staff struck out, aiming straight for her chest. A silver streak cut across the sky, as if drawing an ink stroke upon the heavens. Qian Renxue's expression shifted instantly.
"Bang!"
Blazing golden flames erupted as a massive golden flame sword formed in front of Qian Renxue. It pulsed with endless solar fire. With a mere flick, it clashed against the incoming silver radiance.
In that instant, space trembled. The collision point distorted, warping like waves upon a vast lake.
A sphere of silver light and a sphere of golden radiance clashed fiercely within the distorted space, their exchanges unleashing devastating energy waves.
Even in the farthest reaches of the Extreme North, the Snow Empress and others could feel the overwhelming divine energy surging through the heavens.
"Boom."
The fierce impact sent silver and golden brilliance spiraling across the sky. Two figures were thrown apart, hovering in midair.
Chen Xiaoming chuckled lightly, gazing at Qian Renxue, while she, in stark contrast, bore an unsightly expression.
Even as a god, she had failed to defeat a mere mortal.
"So, do you still want to continue?"
Chen Xiaoming's voice rang out, his face adorned with a teasing smile. To Qian Renxue, it was unbearably mocking.
"Hmph."
She let out a cold snort, her gaze sharp and frigid. Chen Xiaoming's unexpected strength had caught her off guard, but her resolve remained unshaken.
This man had taken from her the most important person in her life—her grandfather. No matter what, she would have her revenge.
A chilling flash of killing intent flickered in her eyes. She slowly closed them, divine power erupting from her core. A golden flaming divine sword formed in her right hand as the purest solar fire gathered around her.
Raising the Angelic Divine Sword high above, an immense crimson-gold sword shadow manifested above her head, its blade aimed at the heavens.
With her spirit, energy, and will fully fused into the sword, her presence surged to its absolute peak.
"Buzz…"
The space behind her trembled slightly. Her six angelic wings unfurled, unleashing blinding radiance. A colossal golden apparition, identical to her, emerged behind her, mirroring her stance. The Angelic Divine Sword was lifted high.
Murderous intent burned in Qian Renxue's eyes. Her crimson lips parted slightly as she gazed icily at Chen Xiaoming, her voice chilling as she uttered four words.
With that, she swung her divine sword downward.
"Angelic Judgment!"
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