Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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On the streets of Heaven Dou City, now shrouded in darkness, the only sources of light were the glow of spirit rings and the brilliant radiance emanating from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's hand. 

"Three hundred-thousand-year spirit rings?!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed in shock, his heart trembling at the terrifying spirit ring configuration before him. In that instant, a trace of regret surged within him for meddling in this affair. 

"Fengzhi, step back!" In a flash, Sword Douluo's figure appeared before him, shielding him from harm. He gripped his Seven Kill Sword tightly, his expression grave. 

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin, you are not worthy of my sword." 

Qian Renhan casually extended his hand. From a distance, a withered tree quivered, and a barren branch, three feet long, snapped off and flew into his palm. He grasped it firmly. 

"To deal with you, a mere twig is enough." 

Sword Douluo Chen Xin—a Rank 96 Titled Douluo, wielder of the Seven Kill Sword. Before achieving the Unity of Man and Sword, he wasn't even certain whether he could defeat Qian Xunji. But once he entered that state, he was confident he could drag Qian Xunji to the grave with him. 

"What an arrogant junior! Let me see just how much your swordsmanship is worth!" 

"Fengzhi, do not interfere." 

Despite his normally composed nature, Sword Douluo was infuriated by Qian Renhan's words. Swordsmen were inherently proud, and he was no exception. But now, a mere junior dared to face him with nothing more than a tree branch—an utter humiliation. However, his pride as a sword cultivator compelled him to accept this challenge on equal terms. He refused to rely on Ning Fengzhi's assistance to claim victory. 

Qian Renhan exuded a crimson-black aura that easily overpowered and devoured the bone-chilling white spirit pressure radiating from Sword Douluo. A terrifying surge of soul power surged toward both Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi like an unstoppable tide. 

Sword Douluo frowned slightly before unleashing a powerful burst of sword intent. His Seven Kill Sword swung with ethereal speed, sending multiple streaks of deadly white energy slashing forward, slicing through Qian Renhan's oppressive aura. 

Qian Renhan's hand trembled slightly as he swung the tree branch. It moved as if it were an indestructible divine weapon, effortlessly deflecting and cutting apart Sword Douluo's sword energy. Remarkably, not even a sliver of damage appeared on the bark of the branch. 

"Sword intent?! You've actually comprehended sword intent—at such a level!" Sword Douluo's pupils contracted in shock. With his extensive knowledge, he knew that for an ordinary tree branch to possess the hardness and lethality of a divine weapon, its wielder must have comprehended sword intent. 

Qian Renhan wasted no words. His crimson eyes gleamed as a chilling, bone-white killing aura erupted from him. The tree branch in his hand was instantly engulfed in the deep white energy, transforming into a longsword. 

With a single slash, the sheer murderous intent swept outward, freezing the air itself. The withered trees in the vicinity, bathed in the oppressive energy, became encased in a thin layer of ice. 

"This killing intent… the Killing God Domain? No… it's pure, unrestrained bloodlust!" 

Sword Douluo reacted instantly, his fifth spirit ring lighting up beneath him. 

"Fifth Spirit Ability—Might Shaking the Four Directions!" 

The Seven Kill Sword in his grasp split into five identical blades, forming a dazzling, deep blue aura around him. The five swords shot forward, surging with unstoppable momentum, colliding head-on with Qian Renhan's murderous sword energy. 

A thunderous explosion erupted. The stone-paved street beneath them cracked like a spiderweb, and the shockwaves reduced nearby buildings to rubble. The clash between Might Shaking the Four Directions and Qian Renhan's sword energy ended in mutual destruction. However, the shattered remnants of Qian Renhan's attack, still under his control, tore through Sword Douluo's protective spirit power, leaving several bloody gashes on his body. The remaining energy ripples crashed into Sword Douluo's form, bypassing his broken defenses and slamming into him. 

Sword Douluo staggered back several steps before spitting out a mouthful of blood. Meanwhile, Qian Renhan remained unmoving, standing exactly where he had been. The soul power shockwaves dissipated as they neared him, swallowed by the ominous black energy surrounding his body. The fierce wind stirred by their battle caused his silver hair to dance wildly behind him. 

"Your sword is nothing remarkable. It's about the same as the old man's." 

Qian Renhan did not capitalize on his advantage with a relentless assault. Instead, he casually flicked the tree branch in his hand. The motion was light, unhurried, yet with every flick, streaks of bone-white sword energy shot forward. Each individual strike carried only a third of the power of his previous fully-charged attack. 

Sword Douluo shoved Ning Fengzhi away with his left hand, urging him to retreat. With his right hand, he gripped the Seven Kill Sword tightly, struggling to fend off the oncoming strikes. 

Qian Renhan's sword energy wasn't particularly fast, but the intervals between each attack were precise, giving Sword Douluo no opportunity to unleash his Seven Kill Sword techniques or use another spirit ability. 

Without his soul skills or the intricate swordplay of the Seven Kill Sword, Sword Douluo could only rely on raw strength to meet each attack head-on. However, every clash sent violent tremors through his body, his blood churning with each impact. His arm gradually grew numb from the strain, forcing him to retreat with each exchange. 

With every backward step, the stone-paved street beneath his feet cracked further, the once-sturdy ground fracturing beneath the weight of their battle. 

"Brother is amazing!" 

From a distance, Qian Renxue watched the battle unfold, her beautiful eyes unblinking, afraid to miss even a single thrilling moment. Her small mouth was slightly agape, filled with shock. That was Sword Douluo Chen Xin—renowned across the soul master world for his unparalleled swordsmanship—yet her brother was dominating him with nothing but a tree branch. Even her supposedly invincible grandfather might not be able to achieve such a feat. 

The terrifying energy fluctuations erupting in Heaven Dou City had already drawn the attention of every powerful expert within and around the city. 

Not far outside Heaven Dou City, Bone Douluo, stationed within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, furrowed his brows as he sensed the overwhelming surge of energy. His aged voice rang out, "Such immense power… That's old Sword. Who is he fighting? And inside Heaven Dou City, no less." 

He immediately instructed one of the sect's elders to guard the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect closely. If any danger arose, they were to signal him at once. With that, he activated his Bone Dragon martial soul, and beneath his feet, nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—flashed in sequence. A dark void formed beneath him as he shot toward Heaven Dou City at high speed. 

Meanwhile, Sword Douluo, now thirty meters away from Ning Fengzhi, felt his arm nearing complete numbness. At that moment, a transparent circular domain expanded outward from his Seven Kill Sword. The domain had a diameter of approximately thirty meters and radiated a deep blue hue. As Qian Renhan's dark crimson sword energy slashed into the domain, it was immediately met by countless strands of fine blue sword aura that shredded it into nothingness. 

"The Seven Kill Domain?" Qian Renhan murmured indifferently. 

The Seven Kill Domain—the innate domain of the Seven Kill Sword—covered a thirty-meter radius. Within it, all enemies suffered a 70% reduction in attack power, defense, and speed. 

"Eighth Spirit Ability—Seven Kill Thunder Awakens, One Sword to Shatter the Sky!" 

As the saying goes, offense is the best defense. Unable to continue passively blocking, Sword Douluo seized the brief respite his domain provided. His eighth spirit ring shone beneath him as he unleashed his ultimate move. 

Leaping high into the air, he swung the Seven Kill Sword, which, along with the surrounding sword energy, turned completely black. Behind him, a massive half-body apparition appeared—an ominous figure with four arms and eyes ablaze with crimson flames. 

A menacing, devouring glare erupted from its eyes as all four of its arms slashed simultaneously, unleashing four devastating sword auras. These slashes did not move in an orderly manner but instead merged chaotically, twisting unpredictably. With the amplification of the Seven Kill Domain, wherever the sword energy passed, air, light, and even space itself were cleaved apart. 

"Kill!" 

Qian Renhan's eyes narrowed slightly. His killing intent erupted to its absolute limit, forming what seemed to be a white domain of its own, directly opposing the Seven Kill Domain. 

Sword Douluo was shocked once again. To nearly materialize a domain purely from killing intent alone—just what had Qian Renhan gone through in recent years to accumulate such an unfathomable amount of murderous aura? 

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He had already unleashed nearly 80% of his strength and even activated his domain, yet Qian Renhan had yet to display his full power. 

The overwhelming killing intent surged into the tree branch in Qian Renhan's hand. Around them, every frozen tree instantly thawed as an eerie aura filled the battlefield. 

In the next moment, the branch in Qian Renhan's grip transformed—now a three-meter-long greatsword composed entirely of pure, concentrated killing intent. 

With a single swing, it met the pitch-black sword energy hurtling toward him. 

Boom! 

A deafening explosion rocked the battlefield as dust and rubble erupted into the air. The streets before and behind Qian Renhan bore the marks of Sword Douluo's eighth spirit ability—four deep, symmetrical trenches radiating pure sword energy. 

At their intersection stood Qian Renhan. The tree branch in his hand had been severed in two by Sword Douluo's attack, and his right sleeve was reduced to tatters, exposing a smooth, slender arm—pale and delicate, almost like a woman's. 

Sword Douluo's brow furrowed as he stared at Qian Renhan's milk-white skin. His most powerful sword technique had failed to inflict even the slightest injury—it had only shredded his opponent's clothing! 

Qian Renhan casually discarded the broken tree branch. Behind him, five pairs of jet-black wings unfurled, lifting him into the air. His blood-red eyes gazed down at Sword Douluo with a smirk. 

"I suppose it's time I got serious." 

With a single flap of his Fallen Angel wings, an even darker surge of soul power erupted from his body. The sheer intensity of his aura alone—without the need for a domain—began to erode the Seven Kill Domain. 

Sword Douluo was filled with regret. Why had he interfered and provoked this monster? Whether it was spirit ring configuration, swordsmanship comprehension, or martial soul quality, he was completely outmatched. How could he possibly win? 

But as a sword cultivator, retreat was not an option. If he wavered, his Sword Heart would shatter, his cultivation would stagnate for life, and his combat strength would plummet. 

At that moment, a pitch-black vortex suddenly appeared. From within, a massive, menacing bone dragon—seemingly composed entirely of dark, skeletal remains—emerged, taking its place beside Sword Douluo. 

"Old Sword!" 

"Old Bone, you came at just the right time!" Sword Douluo's expression lit up at the arrival of Bone Douluo. 

"That's… Qian Renhan! He's still alive?!" 

Bone Douluo's face was filled with shock as he stared at Qian Renhan, who had returned from the dead, now fully possessed by his Fallen Angel spirit. 

Sword Douluo's expression grew serious. "Old Bone, don't be careless! Look at his spirit rings—his strength far exceeds what I ever imagined!" 

"Three hundred-thousand-year spirit rings… a Titled Douluo with nine rings?!" Bone Douluo was utterly shaken. 

At the same time, behind the two, a towering eight-meter-tall Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—shimmering with resplendent rainbow hues—rose into the air. Ning Fengzhi had finally acted, activating his Martial Soul True Body. Bone Douluo's arrival had reignited his confidence. 

"Heaven-Sundering Greatsword, Man and Blade as One!" 

Sword Douluo's entire body radiated blinding light, transforming into an enormous three-meter-long, half-meter-wide greatsword. 

Qian Renhan watched the unfolding scene—one sword, one bone, and behind them, the radiant Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. He chuckled. 

Back at the Spirit Hall, he had effortlessly wounded a Rank 96 Titled Douluo and crippled another—Bibi Dong. In a way, he had taken on a husband-and-wife pair. 

And now, he was about to face another duo—two "brothers-in-arms." With Bone Douluo at Rank 95 and Sword Douluo at Rank 96, and with the extreme support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, their combined strength would be no less than that of Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji fighting together. 

"Let me see for myself," Qian Renhan murmured, gripping his Dark Demon Sword. "The legend of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—when sword and bone unite, and the sect master reveals himself, will the light they emit truly be… invincible?" 

(End of Chapter)