Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Qian Renhan retracted the Fallen Angel Domain, and a dark red long sword symbol appeared on his forehead, its blood-red glow enveloping the area. The space was painted entirely in blood red, as if it did not belong to this world. Countless blood-red three-foot-long swords filled the void, arranged in a swirling pattern, resembling a vortex of death. 

"The edge returns to its sheath, coldly observing the laws of truth. The murderous intent becomes a blade, shredding all illusions. The False Shura Realm." 

The False Shura Realm was a weakened version of the Shura King's Shura Realm, a thousandfold reduction in power, but still enough to destroy Sword Douluo's Sword Heart. 

In this realm, as long as one didn't face Poseidon's might at sea or the destructive force of Tang Chen's nine-ringed Great Sumeru Hammer, even Qian Daoliu wouldn't be able to overcome Qian Renhan. This was why, even if Qian Daoliu tried to interfere, Qian Renhan was confident he could kill Bibi Dong, should the need arise. 

Half a minute later, the Shura Realm faded. Qian Renhan's face had grown slightly pale—not due to soul power exhaustion, but from the massive mental energy expenditure. The Angel's Blood Pupil consumed nearly a third of his mental energy each time it was used on a similarly ranked soul master. As the duration of control and the number of targets increased, the mental strain grew. 

Having controlled Bone Douluo for a prolonged period, Qian Renhan's mental energy had been depleted by almost half. 

Meanwhile, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had endured the False Shura Realm, had become dazed. His eyes were empty, as though he had lost all purpose. The once smooth, youthful face now visibly aged, losing its former vitality at a rapid pace. 

His Sword Heart had been shattered. While his cultivation remained at rank 96, his combat power had been severely crippled. At this point, even Snake Spear Douluo at rank 96 could stand a chance against him. 

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, what happened to you? What's wrong?!" 

Ning Fengzhi, drenched in the murderous aura of the Fallen Angel Domain, approached the two, his once elegant robes now torn and ragged, resembling the attire of a beggar. His previously neat hair was now a tangled mess, his eyes bloodshot, completely losing the charm of the mature man he once was. Save for his relatively tidy appearance, he looked as if he had been living in a beggar's den for days. He approached the two and shouted frantically at them. 

Snake Spear, Porcupine, and Qian Renhan's subordinates stood behind him, stunned. The young master had single-handedly reduced the invincible combination of Sword Bone Ning into beggars and fools. 

Qian Renhan spoke indifferently: 

"Ning Fengzhi, two Titled Douluo. If you want them to return to their full glory, it will cost ten billion gold soul coins each. Plus, with the added distractions of controlling them, you have three days to gather the money and bring the necessary treasures to my hotel. Otherwise, I'll return them to you, but you'll only receive their severed heads." 

"Qian Renhan! Are you declaring war against my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? Don't forget, the Three Upper Sects are united!" 

Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth and shouted. Ten billion gold soul coins for each of them—twenty billion in total. That would drain the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's wealth accumulated over generations, and even that might not be enough. They would have to sell off assets just to meet the demand. 

"Slap!" 

Qian Renhan slapped Ning Fengzhi across the face with a sudden motion. 

"Ah—!" 

Ning Fengzhi screamed, flying backward and crashing to the ground, his walking stick falling to the side. 

"Understand your place and your strength before speaking to me. Without Sword Bone Douluo, what are you and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? Take them away." 

Qian Renhan turned and walked away, heading for a nearby hotel to recover his mental strength while waiting for Ning Fengzhi to gather the money. 

Snake Spear and Porcupine immediately moved to seal Sword Bone Douluo's cultivation, preparing to carry the two men away. 

"I said, take them away." 

Qian Renhan turned his head, speaking softly, his face now even paler. To maintain his position and prestige as the young master of the Spirit Hall in front of his subordinates, he had been using his second martial soul to control Bone Douluo for some time. The continuous drain on his mental energy had taken a toll, and now all he wanted was a place to sleep. 

Bone Douluo, having broken free from the mental confusion, snapped to attention. Seeing Porcupine Douluo binding his hands and feet with ropes, he roared: 

"Porcupine, what are you doing? Why can't I use my powers?!"

 Soon, Sword and Bone Douluo Were Bound Like Worms 

Before long, Sword and Bone Douluo were tied up like worms, lying helplessly on the ground. Snake Spear and Porcupine held onto the rope, their hearts pounding. Dragging two continent-renowned Titled Douluo like mere cargo—this was beyond thrilling! 

"Uncle Sword! Uncle Bone!" 

Ning Fengzhi watched as the six figures dragged away Sword and Bone Douluo. His voice trembled with grief and fury as he roared after them, veins bulging on his forehead. 

But as the master of a sect, he quickly regained his composure. Anger and panic were useless now. He had to find someone to save them. But who? 

Hao Tian Sect? It was too far away. By the time help arrived, it would be too late. Besides, the current sect master, Tang Xiao, was only a rank-95 Titled Douluo—not even as strong as Uncle Sword. If he came, he would only suffer the same fate. As for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and that old dragon, Yu Yuanzhen… he wasn't even worth considering. 

"That's it! The Heaven Dou Imperial Family! I'll seek their help!" 

Realizing this, Ning Fengzhi wasted no time returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which was located outside Heaven Dou City. Without protection, he feared an ambush or robbery. Inside Heaven Dou City was safer. Without even stopping to fix his tattered clothing, he hurried toward the imperial palace. 

The Power Hierarchy of the Douluo Continent 

In the soul master world, the recognized ranking of forces was: 

- Two Nations – Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire. 

- One Hall – The Spirit Hall. 

- Three Upper Sects – The top three sects. 

- Four Lower Sects – The four lesser sects. 

At this time, most forces across the continent believed that the two great empires, with their millions of soldiers, held an advantage over the Spirit Hall, which had, at most, six or seven Titled Douluo. However, the difference in power was not significant. 

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace 

Inside the Heaven Dou Palace, Emperor Xue Ye, still in his prime and free from any poison, listened to Ning Fengzhi's report. Upon hearing the situation, his forehead veins bulged with rage. He nearly crushed the armrest of his throne. 

"This is outrageous! Simply outrageous!" 

He slammed his hand down in fury. 

"The Spirit Hall dares to do as they please! I turned a blind eye when they killed a noble's son, but now they've kidnapped Sword and Bone Douluo? And they're demanding twenty billion gold soul coins as ransom? Do they not know whose territory Heaven Dou City is?!" 

Xue Ye was livid. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's wealth—twenty billion gold soul coins—had been accumulated through profits made in the Heaven Dou Empire. How could he allow the Spirit Hall to take it away? 

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi had changed into a fresh set of clothing. Supporting himself with a cane, he bowed his head before the emperor, not daring to speak out of turn. What if Qian Renhan took the ransom but returned a crippled Sword Douluo? If that happened, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be doomed. 

Xue Ye raised his hand and commanded, "Xue Luochuan!" 

His son, Crown Prince Xue Luochuan, stepped forward. "Yes, Father!" 

Xue Ye's voice was firm and resolute. "Go to the grand military grounds and mobilize four hundred thousand Heaven Dou Empire troops. Surround the hotel where the Spirit Hall members are staying. Demand they return Sword and Bone Douluo immediately! If they refuse—let them taste the wrath of our empire!" 

A Titled Douluo, even if powerful, could fall under the combined might of one hundred thousand elite troops. With four hundred thousand troops, they could encircle and overwhelm the three Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall. If they successfully rescued Sword Douluo, they would then have two Titled Douluo on their side, alongside their army. 

With these numbers, Xue Ye was confident that his forces would be more than enough to deal with the Spirit Hall's three Titled Douluo. 

(End of Chapter)