Chapter 60: Qian Daobai Crushes the Gods! Even Angels and Gods are no match for him!
Spirit Hall.
Inside the council hall, the elders had already dispersed.
Qian Daobai sat on the throne that originally belonged to Qian Daoliu, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest.
His gaze swept around, as if searching for something.
"Where is Bibi Dong?"
He asked casually.
One of the main figures in today's "coronation ceremony" is not present.
Standing below, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan hurriedly and respectfully replied:
"Reporting to the High Priest, His Holiness the Pope left Spirit City a few days ago and went to Heaven Dou City."
"They said... they were going to take care of an important matter."
The elders nearby nodded in agreement, confirming that what Chrysanthemum Douluo said was true.
"Tian Dou City?"
A knowing glint flashed in Qian Daobai's eyes.
Yu Xiaogang had his hands and feet severed and had been humiliated by her. Given Bibi Dong's personality, how could she sit idly by?
"knew."
Qian Daobai waved his hand.
"You may all leave now."
"yes."
The elders bowed and filed out.
Soon, only the brothers Qian Daobai and Qian Daoliu remained in the huge council hall.
Qian Daobai pondered.
Bibi Dong will inevitably run into Shrek Academy's group when she goes to Tian Dou City.
He would settle the score with her sooner or later for usurping the papacy.
Standing beside his elder brother, Qian Daoliu asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.
"elder brother."
His voice carried a hint of expectation and awe that he himself was unaware of.
"What level has your strength reached now?"
"How is that possible? It's so strong, it's beyond the limit."
Ninety-nine levels is already the limit for humankind.
Above that are the legendary gods.
But the sword strike his brother just delivered seemed to have transcended the realm of gods.
Qian Daobai turned his head, looked at his younger brother who was full of curiosity, and smiled.
He slowly stood up, walked to the center of the hall, and looked up at the huge six-winged angel statue on the dome.
"The gods are before me,"
"It's nothing special."
boom!
These words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded in Qian Daoliu's mind!
He froze, and instinctively took two steps back.
Even gods... are nothing more than this?
What a magnificent spirit! What a lofty realm!
He originally thought his brother had simply broken through level 100 and become a god.
But to everyone's surprise, after a hundred years of seclusion, his elder brother's strength had actually surpassed that of a god!
After a brief moment of disorientation, an overwhelming sense of ecstasy welled up inside me.
Qian Daoliu clenched his fists excitedly, his body trembling slightly with excitement.
Hahaha!
The God of Angels has a successor!
No, in my thousand families, a being will be born who surpasses even the God of Angels!
...
Back in the courtyard.
Qian Renxue was already waiting here.
She has recovered from her initial shock and disappointment and accepted the fact that Qian Daobai is her great-grandfather.
At this moment, she looked solemn, like an ordinary disciple waiting for her master's instruction.
"teacher."
She bowed respectfully.
Qian Daobai nodded; he was quite satisfied with Qian Renxue.
"Although you possess a divine-level martial soul, your foundation remains unstable, and your ability to utilize power is insufficient."
His assessment was anything but polite.
"From today onwards, you will study swordsmanship with me in depth."
"First, how to condense sword intent."
He casually broke off a branch from a nearby tree and handed it to Qian Renxue.
"Draw your sword."
Qian Renxue did as she was told and drew her Angelic Holy Sword.
"Swing your sword."
Qian Daobai's voice came through.
Qian Renxue began to wield the holy sword, each move displaying the exquisite swordsmanship passed down through the angelic race.
"stop."
Qian Daobai interrupted her.
"I'm asking you to wield a sword, not to perform acrobatics."
Forget all your moves, close your eyes, and feel the sword with your heart.
"Feel its sharpness, feel its will, feel the soul power flowing through the sword and the every tremor it transmits to you."
"The sword is not wielded with the hand, but felt with the heart."
Qian Renxue took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Following Qian Daobai's guidance, she cleared her mind of all distractions and focused all her attention on the angelic holy sword in her hand.
At first, she couldn't feel anything.
But gradually, she seemed to hear the holy sword breathing and feel its yearning.
She tried to swing the longsword.
This time, there were no moves, no techniques, just the simplest chopping, slashing, stabbing, and flicking.
Each swing was smoother and more effortless than the last.
After an unknown amount of time, she thrust her sword out again.
Suddenly, a point of golden light, like a firefly, condensed on the tip of the sword.
Though the light was small, it contained an invincible and sharp aura!
Sword Intent!
The moment that sword intent took shape, it stirred up the surrounding soul power, creating a powerful energy fluctuation.
Just then, a cold, mechanical voice rang in Qian Daobai's mind.
[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission: Guiding the younger generation to cultivate sword intent.]
[Quest Reward: One Golden Elixir. Effect: Greatly enhances strength and extends lifespan by a thousand years.]
[Mission Reward: One Feathered Blade. Special Feature: Contains an incurable poison, posing a fatal threat even to Soul Masters level 95 and above.]
Qian Daobai paid no attention to the voice in his mind, but nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the bit of sword intent that Qian Renxue had condensed.
He stopped paying attention to Qian Renxue and let her figure it out on her own.
He then walked to the other side of the courtyard.
With a thought, the Demon-Slaying Sword was already in his hand.
He didn't use any soul power; he simply swung the sword.
As he moved, the energy in the surrounding space seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, converging on the sword like rivers flowing into the sea.
Strands of sword energy, almost tangible, emanated from the Demon-Slaying Sword, swirling and coiling around it.
A terrifying sword intent, so powerful it caused the heavens and earth to change color, suddenly erupted!
In an instant, all objects with blades in the entire offering hall area, whether they were the weapons of soul masters, the swords of guards, or even the kitchen knives, began to hum and tremble uncontrollably.
It was as if they were bowing down in worship to their supreme monarch!
In the courtyard, the kingly sword intent that commanded the submission of countless blades did not subside.
Instead, it became increasingly condensed and terrifying, forming an invisible storm centered on the Thousand Cypress Trees.
Qian Daoliu's figure quietly appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.
He didn't disturb them, but stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on the white-clad figure's back.
He wanted to see it for himself.
I want to see for myself what kind of splendor this "gods are no better than this" realm that my brother speaks of is truly.
The moment Qian Daoliu stepped into the courtyard, he sensed it.
The air seemed to freeze.
Every inch of space was filled with an invisible sharpness, as if if he took another step forward, the holy angel's body would be instantly cut into countless fragments.
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