Chapter 56 Qian Daoliu VS Qian Daobai! Invincible in the Sky! Angelic Divine Might!
Qian Daoliu naturally noticed the three people at the door.
He also knew that he had lost all his authority in front of his subordinates at this moment.
Normally, he would never allow such a thing to happen.
But at this moment, he didn't care at all.
The majesty of the Grand Elder and the prestige of the Elders' Hall all pale in comparison to the brother he had lost and found.
A century of solitude, a century of waiting, a century of anticipation.
He had been waiting for this day for far too long.
He could even feel the concern hidden beneath his brother's stern words, the warmth unique to family that quietly melted the iceberg that had been pressing down on his heart for a century.
What does it matter if I get scolded a few times?
He felt a warm glow in his heart, and even a slight smile appeared on his lips.
...
Qian Daobai naturally also saw the three Douluo standing there at the door like wooden stakes.
He glanced at them briefly before looking away, as if they were just three insignificant stones.
He looked at his white-haired younger brother, changed the subject, and softened his tone.
"You've just come out of seclusion, your breathing is still quite steady."
"Let's have a friendly competition, and I'll see how much you've improved over the years."
"..."
Upon hearing this, the Light Feather Douluo at the door could no longer hold back.
Although he dared not speak loudly, he still lowered his voice and sneered at the Thousand-Pound Douluo beside him.
"Did I hear that right?"
"He wants to spar with the Grand Elder?"
The face of the Light Feather Douluo was filled with absurdity and disdain.
"The Grand Elder is a level 99 Peerless Douluo! In recent years, in order to seek the final breakthrough, his strength has become unfathomable. Has this kid gone mad? He still dares to ask for a sparring match?"
He nudged the Thousand-Pound Douluo beside him with his elbow, seeking approval.
Even the icy face of the Thousand-Pound Douluo, which had remained unchanged for millennia, revealed a rare, strange expression.
"He's provoking us."
"I'm waiting to see him get slapped in the face by the High Priest."
The two sang in harmony.
Only Qingluan Douluo remained silent.
Her clear, cold phoenix eyes were fixed on the two people in the courtyard, especially the white-clad youth who seemed incredibly mysterious to her.
Her intuition told her that things were probably not that simple.
The Grand Master's attitude is too abnormal.
Just then, a beautiful figure moved.
When Qian Renxue heard that Qian Daobai wanted to spar with Qian Daoliu, her heart tightened.
One was her grandfather, whom she revered like a god, and the other was her great-grandfather, who was both her teacher and her relative.
How could she just stand by and watch them take action?
What if we end up hurting each other?
She moved with light, graceful steps, her lithe figure carrying a hint of urgency, quickly walking to the middle of the two.
Her magnificent palace gown swayed gently with her movements, outlining breathtaking curves.
Beneath the hem of her skirt, a pair of straight, slender legs were faintly visible, exuding an astonishing allure.
But at this moment, her beautiful face was filled with worry.
"Grandpa, you've just come out of seclusion. Your health is the most important thing. There's no need to rush."
Her voice was clear and melodious, carrying a hint of barely perceptible pleading.
Qian Daoliu looked at his sensible granddaughter with a loving expression in his eyes.
He reached out and gently patted Qian Renxue's shoulder, offering a tender word of comfort.
"Xue'er, don't worry."
"We brothers know what we're doing."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked intently at Qian Daobai, his golden eyes filled with fighting spirit.
It was not just the desire to fight, but also a yearning to show his elder brother what he had accomplished over the past century.
"Brother, I promise."
He spoke in a deep voice, not loud, but firm and resolute.
Upon hearing Qian Daoliu's reply, both Guangling Douluo and Qianjun Douluo at the door showed excited expressions.
Very good!
The High Priest has agreed!
They could almost foresee the arrogant Qian Daobai being utterly defeated and humiliated in the face of the Grand Elder's absolute power.
Thinking of this, both of them felt a surge of pleasure.
That'll let you defeat us in one move!
Now, finally someone can handle you!
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing schadenfreude in each other's eyes.
They immediately took a step back, clearing the courtyard space completely, ready to enjoy the show that was about to begin.
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"Make your move."
Qian Daobai stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering gently in the breeze, and spoke calmly to Qian Daoliu.
He didn't even summon his martial spirit, and the Demon-Slaying Sword remained quietly suspended beside him.
This attitude, in the eyes of the Light Feather Douluo who was eager to see him make a fool of himself, was undoubtedly the height of arrogance.
"This guy is still pretending!"
Guangling Douluo sneered inwardly.
"How dare you be so arrogant in front of the Grand Elder, letting him make the first move? You're practically courting death!"
Although Qianjun Douluo didn't speak, his slightly narrowed eyes showed that he had the same idea.
In their view, Qian Daobai was only putting on a brave face and trying to save face at the last minute.
However, Qian Daoliu did not feel slighted at all.
In front of the opponent, as a level 99 peerless Douluo, I should be the one to strike first.
He took a deep breath and stopped hesitating.
"Brother, watch out!"
The moment the words fell, an extremely dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from Qian Daoliu's body!
Buzz—!
A sacred, majestic, and vast aura swept through the entire courtyard like a storm.
Behind Qian Daoliu, three pairs of enormous golden wings slowly unfolded.
Each feather seemed to be made of pure gold, flowing with a sacred radiance.
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul has appeared!
The mere pressure emanating from the Martial Soul's possession caused the three people at the door, Qingluan and her companions, to feel a pang of fear and difficulty breathing.
They instinctively took a few steps back, barely managing to withstand the immense pressure by channeling their soul power.
Standing in the center of the field, Qian Renxue felt immense pressure.
She felt as if a divine mountain was pressing down on her shoulders, and the martial spirit deep within her bloodline was trembling and surrendering uncontrollably.
She quickly circulated her soul power and retreated gracefully until she reached the edge of the courtyard, where she finally felt a little better.
She raised her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on the two people in the room, her heart filled with tension and anticipation.
A thousand streams flowed.
Without the slightest probing, his attack was thunderous and devastating!
"Ninth Soul Skill!"
With a low shout, the ninth soul ring on his body, its dazzling red halo, suddenly lit up!
No, this is no longer pure red.
Within that red color, there was a faint trace of gold, making it appear incredibly mysterious and powerful!
That's a symbol that surpasses a 100,000-year-old soul ring!
This is the Thousand Streams!
The sky is invincible!
Limit Douluo!
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