Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Second Martial Soul

"You've given this some thought!"
Thanatos revealed a knowing smile, and in the next instant, his ethereal figure burst into radiant light. His form gradually became clear before Xiao Yu and Qian Renxue's eyes.

He appeared as an unremarkable middle-aged man, but his eyes were strikingly intense, filled with the cold indifference of one who had weathered countless storms. Dressed in a fitted black outfit, his entire presence grew solemn and imposing.

"Are you ready?"
Thanatos glanced at Xiao Yu and spoke with calm detachment.

"Senior, please proceed!"
"Young one, I've pinned all my hopes on you—don't let me down!"
Xiao Yu smiled with confidence. "I won't fail you!"

"Hahaha, you really suit my temperament!"
As Thanatos spoke, his figure began to tremble violently.

In the next moment, his massive form exploded, sending countless black rays gathering together until they condensed into a fist-sized sphere of light, which shot straight into Xiao Yu's body.

Thanatos had been right; the power of the God of Death was perfectly compatible with Xiao Yu's first martial soul. In fact, the power of the Underworld King seemed almost a superior version of the God of Death's strength. As this immense divine force entered Xiao Yu's meridians, it was as docile as a pet finding its master—not only did it cause no discomfort or conflict within his body, but it silently nurtured his nerves, elevating his already formidable physical strength to a new level.

In less than two hours, the God of Death's power had completely fused with Xiao Yu's body, and his left hand began to manifest a second martial soul, forged from divine death energy.

It was a scythe, pitch-black from blade to handle, with crimson markings stretching from tip to hilt. Every inch exuded mystery. The crescent-shaped blade was razor-sharp, its inner edge lined with subtle serrations, making it all the more fearsome to behold.

This was the God of Death’s sacred weapon, the Scythe of Doom. It symbolized death’s authority on earth, able to sever the thread of life from any living creature and silently harvest souls that belonged to the God of Death.

"Congratulations!"
As Xiao Yu opened his eyes, having just condensed his second martial soul, he heard Qian Renxue's envious voice beside him.

Who wouldn't feel jealous?
A second martial soul, condensed from the God of Death's divine power—Qian Renxue didn’t need to guess; it was surely another god-level martial soul.

They had both possessed one god-level martial soul, placing them on equal footing. But now, with Xiao Yu possessing twin martial souls, he had widened the gap at the starting line, leaving her far behind. Despite years of cultivation within the royal family, Qian Renxue couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy.

Xiao Yu smiled faintly, delighted by the generous gift from the God of Death. Two god-level martial souls—he could now boast with certainty that he was the foremost person on the continent.

Catching the jealousy in Qian Renxue’s tone, Xiao Yu replied serenely, "We now share a common enemy. My strength is your advantage, too!"

The God of Asura!
Qian Renxue immediately thought of that hypocritical, despicable divine enforcer. Xiao Yu was right; with a common enemy, they were natural allies.

Qian Renxue understood that although Xiao Yu was somewhat debauched in his private life, he was trustworthy in his dealings. Having accepted the God of Death’s commission, he would never turn back on his word.

As for herself, there was no need for further explanation. The original Angel God—her own ancestor—had perished at the hands of the God of Asura. That sanctimonious god even chose Tang San, who harbored deep hatred for the Spirit Hall, as his successor, clearly intent on uprooting the Angel God’s foundation within the continent.

Compared to Xiao Yu, she was the one locked in mortal conflict with the God of Asura.

"You’re right,"
Qian Renxue nodded lightly. According to Thanatos, the God of Asura had enlisted the Sea God as an ally. Even if she succeeded in inheriting the Angel God’s position, she would never be able to contend with two deities alone. Only by joining forces with Xiao Yu, who also had the potential to surpass level one hundred, could they hope to prevail in a two-on-two battle. Thus, Xiao Yu’s growing strength was more beneficial than detrimental to her.

"Your Holiness, since we've become allies with a common goal, why not consider deepening our relationship?"

Emerging from the joy of Thanatos granting him a second martial soul, Xiao Yu returned to his usual irreverence, flirting with the angelic maiden.

"Alright!"
Instead of telling him to get lost as usual, Qian Renxue arched her brow and smiled sweetly.

She wasn’t offering a flippant retort out of frustration, but had genuinely weighed the matter. Although she had begun the Angel God’s trial, breaking through level one hundred would take at least another ten years, no matter how much confidence she had in herself.

Ten years was too long, and who could predict what might happen in the interim? The best way to keep Xiao Yu firmly on her side was to make him her partner.

But Qian Renxue was not someone to be trifled with. In terms of status and prestige, she could claim second place to none. How could she possibly accept sharing a husband with other women?

"If you want to marry me, it’s not impossible!"
Qian Renxue glanced toward the cave...

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