Chapter 349
Where Did Your Angelic Martial Soul Come From?
Chapter 349 Where Did Your Angelic Martial Soul Come From?
"Ye Guyi greets Pavilion Master." The woman bowed slightly to Ling Han, her voice clear and melodious like that of an angel.
Ling Han nodded, but his gaze fell on the five undead struggling in the holy light. He said calmly, "The Holy Angel Martial Soul has absolute restraint against all dark, evil, and undead powers. The Bone Robe is yours."
"As you command." Ye Guyi turned around and looked at the five undead. Her beautiful face showed no disgust, only pity and determination. "To exist in the world as a dead body is the greatest desecration of life. In the name of the holy angel, I grant you eternal rest."
She raised her right hand, palm up, and a strange golden rune appeared and spun in her palm.
"Sixth Soul Skill! Angelic Purification."
There was no earth-shattering display, only a gentle yet irresistible golden light wave that spread out from her center, instantly covering an area of a thousand meters in radius!
Wherever the light wave passed, the aura of death melted away, the wailing and lamentation ceased abruptly, and even the remaining purplish-black magic array patterns on the ground turned into green smoke and dissipated.
The five undead titles, in the golden light waves, were like wax figures thrown into a furnace, their bodies rapidly dissolving and vaporizing!
The purplish-black death energy within them was frantically purified by the holy light, transforming into the purest energy of heaven and earth to nourish the caster—that is, Ye Guyi himself!
The ghostly undead were the first to collapse, transforming into a thick stream of golden light that surged into Ye Guyi's body. Ye Guyi's aura visibly increased!
Next came the spirits of the two elders, who also transformed into streams of golden light.
The death control within the golden crocodile and the lion was forcibly dispelled. The two groaned and collapsed unconscious again due to severe injuries, but at least they were no longer puppets being controlled by others.
In just three breaths, the threat of the five undead vanished into thin air!
Ye Guyi closed her eyes and felt the pure energy flowing into her body. She said softly, "Sect Master, the holy power transformed from the death resentment condensed in these undead bodies after purification is extremely pure."
"If similar beings exist again, my soul power will increase significantly with each one I purify. If there are enough of them... breaking through to level 99 is not impossible."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.
Everyone from the Spirit Hall, including Bibi Dong who was slumped on the ground, was deathly pale.
An endless army of resurrected undead? Before the Holy Angels, that's an endless energy supply! The more you kill, the stronger they become! "Heavens... Angelic Martial Soul... and an eight-winged angel..." Bibi Dong murmured in despair, "How is this possible... besides the Qian family... how could there possibly be another one in this world..."
She suddenly looked up into the depths of the Papal Palace and screamed, "Qian Daoliu! Did you see that?! There are other angels! Doesn't your Qian family claim to be the only angels?! Come out!"
As if in response to her cry—
"Om-!"
A golden holy light, far more magnificent and majestic than Ye Guyi's, shot into the sky from the innermost hall of the Papal Palace!
The holy light contained an even more powerful divine force, with faint phantom images of angels floating within its glow.
An old man, dressed in a simple gray robe, with white hair but a face like that of a middle-aged man and eyes as weathered as the starry sea, walked step by step from the void, bathed in holy light.
With each step he took, a golden ripple spread out beneath his feet, and his divine pressure descended like a mountain, making all the titled Douluos present feel breathless.
The Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a Level 99 Limit Douluo, the Angel Douluo—Qian Daoliu!
Qian Daoliu's gaze swept past everyone and locked onto Ye Guyi. His usually calm and collected eyes were now filled with a turbulent undercurrent.
"Six-winged angel...pure holy bloodline...without any impurities..." Qian Daoliu's voice trembled with disbelief, "Child...who are you? Where did your angelic martial spirit come from?"
(End of this chapter)