Chapter 57 Thousand Paths of the Angel Descends! Invincible Sword Immortal! Crushing Strike!
In an instant, Qian Daoliu's soul power surged, condensing into a solid layer of golden light armor that completely enveloped him.
He transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, the ground beneath his feet cracking inch by inch, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant!
That's too fast!
It was so fast that even a speed-limiting expert like Guangling Douluo could only barely catch a fleeting afterimage!
That terrifying, unstoppable momentum seemed to tear everything in front of it apart and pierce through it completely!
With a flash of golden light, Qian Daoliu's figure appeared in front of Qian Daobai.
The angelic sword in his hand had somehow materialized, but his attacks were not made with the sword.
Suddenly, the six golden wings behind him flapped!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Hundreds and thousands of golden feather blades, compressed from the ultimate soul power, shot towards Qian Daobai from all directions like a storm, leaving no blind spots!
Each feather blade contains terrifying energy enough to easily tear apart a mountain!
At such close range and with such a dense barrage of attacks, there was absolutely no way to avoid it!
"it's over."
"It was almost instinctive of Guangling Douluo to say it."
He was confident that even he himself would not last a second against such a violent attack from the High Priest.
That arrogant Qian Daobai will surely be defeated in an instant!
However, just as the countless feather blades were about to touch Qian Daobai's body...
Qiandaobai finally made a move.
He didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply extended his right hand calmly.
There were no earth-shattering fluctuations of soul power, nor any dazzling soul skill light.
He simply raised his hand and flicked his finger at the Demon-Slaying Sword floating beside him.
bite--!
A clear and melodious sword cry rang in everyone's ears.
The next moment, an invisible ripple, unseen by the naked eye, spread outwards from the Demon-Slaying Sword.
That ripple, seemingly gentle, contained a supreme law that could sever all things.
All the golden feather blades that came into contact with this ripple froze in mid-air for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, like a painting wiped away by an invisible hand, it silently transformed into countless golden specks of light and dissipated into the air.
The ferocious attack was thus neutralized.
It's understated and unpretentious, devoid of any worldly concerns.
"This...how is this possible?!"
The smile on Guangling Douluo's face froze completely, replaced by deep shock and disbelief.
He rubbed his eyes, almost thinking he was seeing things.
"The high priest must have let the water flow!"
"That's right, that must be it! The Grand Elder, out of consideration for his brotherhood, didn't want him to lose too badly, so he only used 30% of his strength in this move!"
The Thousand-Pound Douluo beside him also nodded subconsciously. Clearly, he could not accept the fact that Qian Daobai could so easily neutralize the Great Elder's attack.
In their view, this must be because Qian Daoliu had shown mercy.
After all, they were all well aware of Qian Daoliu's strength, and they also knew that he had many more powerful soul skills that he had not yet used.
Only Qingluan Douluo frowned, staring intently at Qian Daobai, his eyes flashing with unprecedented solemnity.
Release the water?
Maybe.
But she always felt that the man's composure didn't seem to be feigned.
On the other side of the courtyard, Qian Renxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene.
Her hands, which had been tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, relaxed slightly.
really...
Master's strength remains as unfathomable as ever.
She wasn't surprised at all that Qian Daobai was able to block the attack.
The entire room fell silent.
The dissipating golden light seemed to have taken away all the sounds in the courtyard.
The gloating on Guangling and Qianjun Douluo's faces was still frozen at the corners of their mouths, making them look extremely comical.
Qian Renxue's heart was still hanging in mid-air, neither up nor down.
Qian Daoliu's figure reappeared on the spot, his stance holding the Angelic Holy Sword unchanged, but for the first time, a deep sense of horror appeared in his eyes.
Looking at his calm and collected older brother across from him, he was overwhelmed with shock, as if a tidal wave had surged within him.
His eighth soul skill was actually... neutralized so easily?
Qian Daobai stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes swaying slightly in the aftershocks of his soul power.
He looked at Qian Daoliu across from him, whose expression was solemn, and spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.
"continue."
The two words, spoken softly, weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in the courtyard, like two invisible mountains.
Especially the Light Feather Douluo and the Thousand-Pound Douluo.
If they were still holding onto the idea of "giving generous gifts and letting people have their way" just now, Qian Daobai's matter-of-fact attitude at this moment has caused that idea to begin to waver violently.
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his body, which had stiffened from shock.
He looked into his brother's deep, starry eyes and nodded heavily.
"good."
He knew that ordinary moves were no longer of any use to his brother.
Next, he will unleash his strongest power.
That was his strongest trump card as a level 99 peerless Douluo, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, and the inheritor of the Six-Winged Angel Spirit!
"An angel has descended!"
Qian Daoliu's voice became incredibly sacred and solemn, as if it were a divine decree from the heavens.
The moment he finished speaking, the last of his nine spirit rings, the red ring with a hint of gold, burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling light!
Buzz—!
The entire Elder Hall, no, the entire Martial Soul City, seemed to tremble!
An indescribable, terrifying aura surged from Qian Daoliu's body!
That was no longer just a simple pressure of soul power, but a higher level of aura belonging to "gods"!
At this moment, the six-winged angel martial soul behind Qian Daoliu underwent a tremendous change.
The once golden and radiant Martial Soul True Form began to lose all its color, transforming into the purest and most sacred white.
That white was not pale, but a color that contained supreme light and majesty.
The angel's face became clearer, its eyes closed, its expression compassionate, as if looking down upon all living beings.
In its hand, a pure white angelic holy sword materialized.
Gone is the golden splendor, but replaced by a terrifying, back-to-basics quality.
Just one glance was enough to make one feel as if their soul was being completely purified and erased by that sword!
At the entrance to the courtyard, the faces of the three worshippers instantly turned ashen.
"God... divine aura!"
"Angels! Gods!"
The voice of the Light Feather Douluo trembled, and all the contempt and disdain in his eyes had long been replaced by endless fear.
His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.
Qianjun Douluo was in no better condition. He used all his soul power to barely keep himself upright, but his icy face was already covered in cold sweat.
The Azure Phoenix Douluo reacted the most violently.
Her clear, cold phoenix eyes widened as she stared intently at the white angel deity in the center of the arena, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably.
That was the suppression and fear originating from the deepest part of the martial spirit bloodline!
On the other side of the courtyard, Qian Renxue's situation was even worse.
Under the pure angelic pressure, the six-winged angelic martial soul within her could not even muster the slightest thought of resistance.
She felt as if her blood was about to freeze, she was having difficulty breathing, and all the color drained from her beautiful face.
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