"Why? Boy, are you still unwilling?"
The voice of the God of Destruction was like ten thousand years of ice, carrying with it an infinite chill.
The throne of the God King is the destination that all the gods in heaven dream of. He doesn't believe that the boy in front of him would dare to refuse.
Long Xinghan first shook his head slightly, as if denying some absurd idea in his mind.
Then he nodded heavily, with just the right amount of surprise and honor on his face.
One point more and it might seem fake.
"Yes, of course!"
"How could this junior be so worthy of the attention of these two seniors? It is truly a blessing!"
While agreeing, Long Xinghan's mind was busy calculating.
No matter what Destruction and Life are planning, this inheritance that comes to your doorstep must be accepted.
Inheriting the throne of God does not bring any disadvantages, but rather many benefits.
The rules of the Holy Demon Continent blocked the path to becoming a god, and he was worried that he had nowhere to display his extraordinary skills.
We need a springboard at a higher level to continue growing. Isn't this like giving away your pillow when you're sleepy?
Besides, even if there is some conspiracy here, there is a "chat group connecting all the heavens and worlds" standing behind him!
If we really fall out, the worst that can happen is that we just leave. It's still unclear who will be plotting against whom!
Seeing that Long Xinghan agreed so "sincerely".
The icy face of the God of Destruction finally relaxed a little, revealing a hint of satisfaction.
He snorted, acknowledging Long Xinghan's attitude.
Then, in a tone that left no room for negotiation, he said, "Very good. From today on, you will be the successor of Xiaolu and I."
The God of Destruction looked down at him condescendingly, divine light flowing in his purple eyes, as if containing the ultimate truth of the birth and death of the universe.
"Since your current strength is close to the limit of this world, we have only one test for you—"
He paused, his voice becoming more authoritative.
"Unify the Douluo Continent and put an end to the strife and chaos that has lasted for ten thousand years on this continent."
"When you complete the divine test and your cultivation reaches the peak that this world can accommodate, we will come in person to open the inheritance for you!"
Before he finished speaking, the God of Destruction said no more. He stretched out his arms and brought the Goddess of Life beside him into his arms.
Purple and green divine lights intertwined and flickered, and the next moment, the figures of the two supreme gods disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared.
The moment the God King left, the imprisoned time and space shattered!
The world returned to its normal flow, the sound of the wind, the movement of the clouds, the roar of energy, everything returned!
"Keng——!"
An extremely sharp golden sword light appeared at the exact moment that was frozen in time and space.
At this moment, it crossed the barrier of time and struck down towards Long Xinghan's head with the force of thunder.
The one who made the move was none other than Qian Daoliu, the great priest of the Spirit Hall, the ninety-nineth-level peerless Douluo, who had been fighting with him before.
"There's still a battle to be fought!"
Long Xinghan shook his head, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly. Facing this sword that was powerful enough to split mountains and break seas, he did not dodge or evade.
"bite!"
With a crisp sound, a round shield made of extremely bright golden light appeared out of thin air in front of him.
On the shield, complex and sacred patterns flow endlessly, which is the signature defensive skill of the Knights Templar - Holy Light Guardian!
Qian Daoliu's all-out attack hit the shield, but it only caused the light shield to tremble slightly before it was eliminated into nothingness.
"It was blocked so easily?" Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly shrank.
Before he could be shocked, Long Xinghan had already moved.
This time, he did not reveal the Eternal Throne with infinite power to the world as he did before, as that would be too ostentatious.
He simply called upon the power of "eternity" and "creation" contained within the throne.
He took a step forward, his figure blurred in an instant, and the next moment he appeared on Qian Daoliu's flank.
There were no fancy skills, no dazzling lights and shadows, just an ordinary punch.
But when he threw this punch, the surrounding space groaned as if it could not bear the heavy burden, as if the power of the entire world was mobilized by his punch.
After all, Qian Daoliu is a strong man standing at the top of the world, and his fighting instinct has long been ingrained in his bones.
With a backhanded sweep of the sword, the Angel's Holy Sword collided violently with Long Xinghan's fist!
"boom--!"
A terrifying energy storm swept over, and the Wuhun City below was shaking violently.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue had to use all their soul power to just keep their balance.
The two of them started a shocking battle.
Qiandaoliu's sword technique is divine, and each sword contains the ultimate light and sacred power, opening and closing greatly, and is extremely powerful
Long Xinghan was more freehand. Sometimes he used his fists to fight the sword, and sometimes he used his fingers as knives.
Every gesture carries a mysterious charm that comes from "creation", as if everything is at his fingertips.
This battle lasted for a long time.
It lasted so long that the clouds in the sky were broken up and gathered again.
Gradually, Qian Daoliu's attack slowed down.
Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, his breathing became heavy, and the soul power in his body had been almost exhausted.
On the other hand, Long Xinghan still looked calm and composed, with a bright look and a long breath.
It seemed as if the battle just now was just an appetizer before the meal for him.
The difference is obvious.
However, Long Xinghan has lived two lives and is well versed in the ways of the world.
He knew—
He must give enough face to a veteran strongman like Qian Daoliu, who is also his future grandfather-in-law.
So, Long Xinghan took the initiative to restrain his momentum and retreated a hundred meters.
He smiled slightly at Qian Daoliu who was holding the holy sword with a complicated expression.
"Grandfather Yue, you are indeed the number one person in Douluo Continent. I admire you!"
"Today's battle was a thrilling one. How about we call it a draw?"
The call of "Grandfather-in-law" made Qian Daoliu's heart skip a beat.
He looked at the young man in front of him who was unbelievably young but had unfathomable strength, and felt mixed emotions.
There is admiration, fear, and a hint of... relief?
He had lived for hundreds of years and had never seen such a monstrous person.
After a long while, Qian Daoliu managed a word from between his teeth.
"...good."
The two men stopped fighting.
Long Xinghan's figure flashed, and he landed lightly in front of Qian Renxue.
He ignored Bibi Dong who was looking wary at the side, and stared at the beautiful face with burning eyes.
He smiled and asked, "Xiaoxue, what have you thought about it?"
As he spoke, Long Xinghan had an idea.
A bright spiritual power that is purer, warmer, and more full of life than the angelic power of Qiandaoliu.
Like a spring breeze and rain, it gently enveloped Qian Renxue again.
Enveloped by this power, Qian Renxue felt relaxed all over, as if she was bathing in the most sacred light.
There is an indescribable sense of closeness and security coming from the depths of the soul.
Her delicate body, which was tense due to tension, relaxed unconsciously, and two intoxicating blushes appeared on her beautiful cheeks.
She said in a whisper, "But...but we've only met once, how can...how can we talk about marriage right away?"
"One meeting is eternity." Long Xinghan's smile carried a hint of dominance that brooked no refusal.
Then he took a step closer, and once again grasped Qian Renxue's slender waist with ease, whispering in her ear, "Marry first, love later, have you heard of that?"
"Let's go. There are too many people here. Let's find a quiet place and have a good chat about life and our ideals."
"By the way... let's have a deeper emotional exchange!"
"Xue'er, you can't..."
Seeing this, Bibi Dong, who was standing by, became anxious and was about to step forward to stop her daughter from being abducted by this "lecher".
An old but powerful hand stopped her.
It is Qiandaoliu.
He watched Long Xinghan and the reluctant Qian Renxue disappear into the distance like a streak of light, then he slowly said, "Don't interfere with them."
Bibi Dong frowned: "Qian Daoliu! That boy's words and actions are frivolous. How can we let Xue'er be with him..."
"frivolous?"
Qian Daoliu shook his head, a glint of brilliance flashing in his cloudy old eyes, "That's just a facade of confidence."
"Don't you feel it?"
"This kid's power of light is purer than that of me, the spokesperson for the Angel God!"
"How could someone with such divine power have any evil intentions?"
Qian Daoliu paused, sighed, and said in a complicated tone: "Besides, Xue'er doesn't dislike him."
"If they can really succeed, with this kid's strength and potential, Xue'er's future will have the most solid support!"