Chapter 58 Qian Daobai is like a god! Qian Daoliu suffers a crushing defeat! He has lost!
The maid behind Qian Renxue was also unable to withstand this divine pressure.
She let out a short gasp, her eyes rolled back, and she tried to hide behind a nearby pillar, but her body was as limp as a lump of mud, and she couldn't move her feet.
The entire courtyard had been transformed into a sacred realm.
Within this realm, Qian Daoliu is the only god!
He slowly opened his eyes, and his golden pupils were now completely replaced by a holy white.
He moved.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor was it extremely fast.
He walked slowly, step by step, toward the Thousand Cypress Trees.
With each step he took, his divine aura grew stronger, and the white holy sword in his hand became more solid.
The overwhelming power and pressure caused space itself to distort, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
He raised his sword.
A sword was swung out.
It is simple and unadorned, without any special techniques involved.
But this sword strike seemed to gather all the light power in the world, ready to judge all the evil before it.
Where the sword points, all things fall silent!
However, even in the face of this attack that could be described as a divine strike, Qian Daobai still did not move his body.
He stood there facing him, calmly watching the white holy sword, powerful enough to cleave mountains and rivers, come crashing down on him.
Until the sword's edge was less than three feet away from his head.
He finally raised his hand.
He raised the Demon-Slaying Sword beside him.
No martial spirit was summoned, and no spirit rings were activated.
He simply and casually twisted his wrist.
Buzz—!
A long and ancient sword cry resounded through the sky.
The voice was no longer crisp and clear; instead, it carried a vast and domineering quality, like a true dragon that had been sleeping for countless ages awakening at this moment!
On the blade of the Demon-Slaying Sword, mysterious golden patterns lit up, and an aura even more ancient and supreme than Qian Daoliu's "holy" aura suddenly erupted!
The Demon-Slaying Sword met the Holy Sword of the Angel.
There was no earth-shattering collision.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
The moment the two swords clashed, the white holy sword, which was formed from divine power, began to melt away rapidly, as if ice and snow had encountered the blazing sun!
No, that's not melting.
It's devouring!
The invisible sword energy erupting from the Demon-Slaying Sword was like a greedy maw, frantically devouring the divine power attached to the Angelic Holy Sword!
Click—!
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The white holy sword that contained the strongest attack of the Thousand Paths shattered inch by inch from its tip, turning into countless white specks of light.
At the same moment the holy sword shattered, Qian Daobai's figure moved.
He seemed to have taken a step forward casually.
But this step transcends spatial distance.
His figure vanished from the spot, and in the next instant, he appeared in front of Qian Daoliu.
Extremely fast!
"this..."
Qian Daoliu's pupils, filled with white light, suddenly contracted before he could react.
A cool sensation lingered in his throat.
It is the tip of the Demon-Slaying Sword.
Time stood still at this moment.
The violent, holy aura abruptly ceased.
The distorted space returned to calm.
Qian Daobai, holding a long sword and dressed in pristine white, calmly looked at his younger brother.
"You lost."
A calm sentence, like a boulder thrown into a still lake.
This abruptly pulled everyone present, who were still immersed in the earth-shattering duel, back to reality.
Qian Renxue instinctively covered her wildly beating heart with her hand.
Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally fell heavily to the ground, but the impact left her feeling dizzy.
We lost...
Grandpa's strongest angelic descent was broken by Master in one move... no, not even one move, so easily.
After the initial shock, an indescribable sense of pride welled up in her heart.
This is her master!
This is her great-grandfather!
This is true invincibility!
Qian Renxue's heart was stirred.
Today she wore a moon-white palace dress, the tight-fitting style perfectly outlining her already impressive curves.
At this moment, my chest heaved slightly from the excitement in my heart.
Beneath the skirt, her long, slender legs, wrapped in silk, unconsciously tensed up.
She watched Qian Daobai's retreating figure, her beautiful, clear eyes sparkling with wonder.
Not far away, the maid was finally freed from the suffocating pressure.
She gasped for breath, gripping the pillar beside her tightly with both hands to keep from collapsing to the ground.
She kept her mouth tightly shut, using all her strength to prevent the utterly shocking scream from escaping her throat.
In her mind, Grand Elder Qian Daoliu was the most powerful being in the world, the true god of the Spirit Hall!
But now, this god has been defeated.
They were defeated by the young man in white who looked only a few years older than their young mistress.
This world is crazy.
The expressions of the three worshippers at the courtyard entrance were truly fascinating.
Guangling Douluo's face turned pale and then flushed, as if he had opened a dye shop.
He recalled his earlier sneer at Qian Daobai and his prediction that he would be proven wrong by the Grand Elder.
In retrospect, those words were like resounding boomerangs, all of them slamming back into his own face.
"I...I underestimated his strength."
He uttered those words with difficulty, in a voice only he could hear, his voice filled with bitterness and shame.
The Thousand-Pound Douluo beside him stared intently at Qian Daobai's back.
He saw that even after doing something so earth-shattering, the other person remained calm, as if they had simply swatted a fly.
A chill ran from the soles of Qianjun Douluo's feet straight up to the top of his head.
He suddenly remembered the scene a few days ago when the three of them were defeated by this man in one move.
turn out to be...
It turns out that the other side didn't defeat them at all that day.
That's showing mercy!
They spared the lives of the three of them!
Thinking of this, Qianjun Douluo's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
Among the three, even the most composed Qingluan Douluo could not maintain her unchanging composure at this moment.
She wore a light blue outfit that accentuated her tall and agile figure. Her long, straight legs were encased in specially made martial arts trousers, exuding both power and beauty.
At this moment, her usually calm and collected phoenix eyes were fixed on Qian Daobai, filled with unprecedented horror and...confusion.
Is this man really that powerful?
Just how terrifying was his strength?
Limit Douluo?
No.
Qingluan Douluo felt that even the legendary gods were probably no more than this.
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