Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Old Sword Man, is this junior, Qian Renhan, really that strong?" 

Bone Douluo was still skeptical. Qian Renhan's cultivation was only at Rank 93, a full three levels below Sword Douluo. After reaching Rank 95, every breakthrough for a Titled Douluo resulted in a qualitative transformation, and even the power boost from a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring couldn't easily bridge that gap. What he didn't realize was that Ning Fengzhi hadn't provided Sword Douluo with any support. Based on his calculations, the difference of three levels, combined with two hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, plus another from Ning Fengzhi's support, shouldn't create such a vast disparity in strength. 

"Fourth Soul Skill: Bone Prison." 

"The first is strength, the second is speed." 

Two beams of seven-colored light descended upon Bone Douluo. Relying on his formidable defense, he planned to test the waters. The fourth spirit ring beneath his feet lit up, causing the ground to crack instantly. Countless jagged bone spikes erupted like a rapidly growing cage, shooting straight at Qian Renhan in unison. 

"I have no time to play with you. Fallen Angel True Form." 

"Fallen Angel Domain." 

The seventh spirit ring beneath Qian Renhan's feet flared up, instantly unleashing a dark-red domain that enveloped Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi. The Fallen Angel Domain shattered Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Domain in an instant. The violent killing intent transformed into countless sharp blades, grinding the incoming bone spikes into dust. 

His soul skill was effortlessly torn apart by the domain. Feeling the terrifying suppression and the innate dominance of a primordial darkness-based martial soul, Bone Douluo finally grasped the true extent of Qian Renhan's power. 

"Ah—!" 

A chilling scream pierced the air. 

"Fengzhi!" 

"Fengzhi!" 

Both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo shouted in alarm, turning toward Ning Fengzhi's direction. Unfortunately, even with their strength, all they could see was an expanse of blood-colored darkness. Even their spiritual senses were forcibly pushed back by the domain, and the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, along with its supportive abilities, was unable to pierce through to aid them. 

Qian Renhan suddenly appeared before Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, looking down at them like a sovereign gazing upon his subjects. His voice was indifferent. 

"Inside my domain, I am the absolute ruler. A pampered auxiliary-type spirit master with no combat strength dares to step into my domain? The formless blades of my killing intent will ensure he fully experiences the agony of a thousand needles piercing his body." 

"Without Ning Fengzhi's support, I'd like to see how long you two can struggle." 

"Old Sword Man, we need to break this domain immediately! Fengzhi is just a support-type spirit master with no combat abilities. The longer he stays in here, the greater the danger!" Bone Douluo roared. He clasped his hands together, and the seventh spirit ring beneath him flared. Almost simultaneously, his ninth spirit ring glowed as well. Countless black bones appeared around him, rapidly assembling into a monstrous form. 

"Seventh Soul Skill: Bone Dragon True Form!" 

"Bone Dragon Rises from the Sea, Soaring to the Skies, Piercing the Clouds, Ascending to the Heavens!" 

"Ninth Soul Skill: Bone Transcendence—Titanic Strike!" 

With a mighty motion, Bone Douluo fused the surrounding bones into a massive form. The bones compressed, shifted, and molded together until a colossal skeletal dragon—five meters tall and ten meters long—took shape beneath his feet. Pitch-black soul power surged from the bone dragon's body as it let out a deafening roar, its wings flapping fiercely before charging straight toward Qian Renhan. 

"I am the sword!" 

"A single melody played upon thirteen strings, a life of storms and hardships, all condensed into a single strike!" 

Sword Douluo's entire body radiated an incomparably pure black sword aura. His Seven Kill Sword moved in a blur, unleashing thirteen arcs of pure, razor-sharp black sword energy toward Qian Renhan. 

"Your sword intent is still in its infancy, Sword Douluo." Qian Renhan sneered. "It seems that years of comfortable living in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and bullying Bone Douluo have dulled the heart of a true sword cultivator. You've completely lost the drive to challenge the strong. You disgrace both your father and grandfather." 

Chen Jianjun, Rank 97, challenged Qian Daoliu, Rank 99. 

Chen Xun, Rank 98, challenged Tang Chen, Rank 99. 

Chen Xin, Rank 96, sparred with Gu Rong, Rank 95. 

Qian Renhan swung his dark magic sword, gathering the purest killing intent into a single attack. Under the overwhelming presence of his sword aura, the Dark Holy Sword transformed into a blood-red hue. With a single slash, a terrifying blood-colored sword energy erupted, instantly severing the thirteen sword strikes Sword Douluo had unleashed. The violent energy surged forward, cleaving straight toward him. 

Under normal circumstances, a spirit master facing such an attack would either defend or evade. However, as a sword fanatic, Sword Douluo was far from normal. Instead of dodging, he stood tall like an unyielding bamboo stalk, completely motionless. His eyes, filled with obsession, locked onto the oncoming blood-red sword aura brimming with the purest sword intent. 

"This... this is true swordsmanship!" 

"Old Sword Man!"

 Bone Douluo's Desperate Defense 

Bone Douluo immediately stepped in front of Sword Douluo, taking the strike in his place. 

"Boom!" 

A deafening explosion rang out. A quarter of Bone Douluo's skeletal dragon was nearly cleaved in half by a single sword strike. Bone fragments scattered in all directions as he spat out a mouthful of blood, suffering grievous injuries. 

Bone Douluo's martial soul was the Bone Dragon, and the dragon before them was his Martial Soul True Body, enhanced by his ninth soul skill. This was why its defense was so formidable. However, if the entire dragon were to be bisected by a single sword strike, it would be equivalent to the destruction of his martial soul itself—a fate that meant almost certain death. 

Coughing up blood, Bone Douluo roared at Sword Douluo, his voice filled with fury: "Old Sword Man, are you insane?! This is a battle!" 

Hearing those words, Sword Douluo finally snapped out of his trance. His mind had been utterly immersed in the intoxicating depths of swordsmanship. If not for the continuous drain of his soul power by the Fallen Angel Domain, he would have likely sat down in meditation on the spot. Given enough time, he might have even broken through the Rank 97 bottleneck that had held him back for so long. 

But would Qian Renhan give him such a chance? 

"Second Soul Skill—Angel's Blood Pupil!" 

At that moment, the second spirit ring beneath Qian Renhan's feet glowed. His eyes lit up with a sinister, blood-red radiance as he locked gazes with Bone Douluo. 

Bone Douluo's expression froze in an instant. His consciousness was abruptly pulled into another dimension. 

In this space, he was nothing more than a small black bone dragon, while in front of him loomed a colossal Fallen Angel, a hundred times his size. The creature was jet-black from head to toe, with ten massive wings spread behind it. 

The Fallen Angel Martial Soul could easily control the fallen souls of the Slaughter City because their hearts were consumed by wickedness—they were barely human to begin with. Bone Douluo, however, did not possess sufficient evil intent for direct control. Thus, Qian Renhan had to use a soul skill to awaken the submissive instincts of his Bone Dragon martial soul, forcing it to bow before the progenitor of all dark martial souls—the Fallen Angel. 

Of course, this only worked within a certain power gap. Angel's Blood Pupil was a soul skill that consumed mental energy, and if Bone Douluo's cultivation were significantly higher, his immense spiritual power would render the technique ineffective, leaving Qian Renhan wasting his energy in vain. 

Still, this was not the case. 

Qian Renhan's voice was cold and absolute: 

"Kneel." 

The moment the command was issued, Bone Douluo's body stiffened. His martial soul retracted, his dazed expression remaining unchanged. Even as blood continued to pour from the deep sword wound on his chest, he obediently dropped to his knees. 

"Old Bones! What's wrong with you?! Old Bones!" 

Sword Douluo rushed to Bone Douluo's side, shaking him violently. 

Seeing his companion's vacant expression, Sword Douluo's face twisted in fury. He turned to Qian Renhan and roared, "Qian Renhan! What did you do to him?!" 

Qian Renhan's lips curled into a faint smirk. "I simply had him pay his respects to our ancestor." 

He was, of course, referring to the Fallen Angel behind him. 

Hearing this, Sword Douluo snapped, "Nonsense!" 

Qian Renhan didn't bother explaining further. Instead, he stepped forward, his smirk deepening. "Chen Xin, you of all people should understand how crucial the Sword Heart is to a true sword cultivator." 

Sword Douluo's pupils shrank. "What are you trying to do?" 

The Sword Heart was equivalent to a second life for a sword cultivator. If it was shattered, one's cultivation would forever stagnate, and even existing combat strength could plummet drastically. 

Qian Renhan's tone remained indifferent. 

"I'll show you what true swordsmanship is. In return, I'll take your Sword Heart as payment." 

(End of Chapter)