At this critical moment, suddenly, a faint light flickered in the distant sky.
The light was initially as weak as a firefly's glow, almost imperceptible.
However, in just a few breaths, the light rapidly intensified, multiplying and merging, gradually converging into a dazzling radiance.
This light was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if a newborn sun had suddenly risen in the distance.
Within the light lay a terrifying power that sent chills down one's spine; its chilling aura, like a winter blizzard, instantly swept across the entire battlefield.
Then, people finally saw clearly that it was an enormous sword beam.
This sword beam was tens of feet wide and its length was immeasurable. It shone with a blinding white light, and the space around the blade distorted and cracked slightly due to its immense power.
The oppressive force emanating from the sword beam made everyone present feel breathless, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their hearts.
The moment Qian Renshang saw this sword beam, his expression changed drastically.
His pupils contracted sharply, and a strong sense of crisis surged within him. He shouted hoarsely,
"Be careful!"
His voice was filled with urgency and tension.
At the same time, he dared not hesitate for a moment; his soul power surged forth like a burst dam, forming a thick golden shield around his body.
Runes flowed on the shield, shimmering with a mysterious light, attempting to resist the impending terrifying impact.
Xiong Jun and the others were also on high alert, unleashing their strongest defensive measures.
Xiong Jun's fur stood on end, and a layer of earthy yellow light enveloped his massive body completely.
The Demon King formed hand seals, and a black energy sphere rapidly condensed before him.
Bi Ji's hands moved, and green light surged forth like a tide, forming a vibrant barrier.
However, the next moment, the enormous sword beam crashed down with earth-shattering force.
"Boom!"
The earth shook violently, as if the entire battlefield had experienced an apocalyptic catastrophe.
The deafening roar instantly robbed everyone of their hearing.
The powerful impact compressed the surrounding air instantly, then exploded outwards with tremendous force, creating a powerful shockwave.
Dust billowed, obscuring the sky and completely blurring vision.
The deep crack spread wildly across the earth, like a ferocious dragon wreaking havoc.
Several powerful ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts didn't even have time to scream before being sliced in half at the waist, their bodies instantly broken in two, blood gushing out like fountains.
Even the powerful hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts, despite managing to dodge at the last moment, were still severely injured by this terrifying power.
Some had large chunks of flesh sheared off, others had their internal organs ruptured, blood continuously spurting from their mouths.
The entire scene was plunged into deathly shock and horror.
A spark of hope ignited in the previously despairing eyes of the Martial Soul Empire's soldiers.
They stared dumbfounded at the spot where the sword light had fallen, their hearts filled with awe and fear of the unknown power.
Qian Renshang stared intently at the source of the light, veins bulging on his forehead, his teeth clenched, silently speculating on the identity and strength of the newcomer.
Xiong Jun roared angrily,
"Who is it?" His voice was filled with rage and resentment.
The Demon King's face was so dark it seemed to drip water.
"Damn it, so strong!"
Bi Ji, however, had no time to pay attention to anything else; she was completely focused on healing the injured soul beast, her expression tense and anxious.
An eerie silence fell over the battlefield as everyone waited for the owner of that mysterious power to appear.
The next moment!
Qian Renshang and his group all looked up ahead, while Jin E Douluo and the others looked behind them.
They saw a white-haired old man walking through the air.
The old man was tall and straight, his white hair like snow, fluttering in the wind, yet his majesty remained undiminished.
He held an ancient light sword, its blade shimmering with light, seemingly containing endless mysteries and power.
Each flash of light was like the glitter of stars, making it impossible to look directly at him.
Behind him was the phantom of a six-winged angel.
That phantom was solemn and awe-inspiring, sacred and inviolable.
Six pure white wings fluttered gently, scattering soft, holy light that carried an oppressive, suffocating weight.
The old man's eyes, sharp as lightning, swept across the battlefield below.
His gaze was devoid of any emotion, as if everything in the world was under his control.
It was none other than Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall!
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others rushed forward as if they had seen a savior.
"Boss, you've arrived!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice carried a hint of relief at surviving a calamity.
"Boss!"
The other elders were also filled with excitement, as if their pillar of support had arrived.
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were full of respect!
"Great Elder!"
At the same time, they were curious.
Wasn't Qian Daoliu supposed to have been severely injured by that Beast God Di Tian last time?
How come he seems to be completely unharmed now!
Is this the terrifying recovery speed of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul?
It is said that the power of light is best at healing!
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, his gaze remaining fixed on Qian Renshang.
Qian Daoliu's majestic eyes met Qian Renshang's gaze.
His face was full of disappointment.
"Qian Renshang... the Angel God's prophecy was not wrong. You are indeed the Child of Darkness.
Your existence will destroy the entire Douluo Continent.
Look at the present..."
Qian Daoliu looked at the devastated battlefield, his voice heavy and sorrowful.
The earth was stained red with blood, severed limbs were everywhere, smoke filled the air, and cries of agony rose and fell.
The once prosperous land is now a wasteland.
"Sigh..."
Qian Daoliu's face was filled with heartache.
He felt responsible for all of this.
If he had killed Qian Renshang back then, none of this would have happened.
In fact, after returning last time, Qian Daoliu had some doubts about himself and the Angel God, after all, Qian Renshang seemed genuinely kind.
But now, seeing all this, Qian Daoliu instantly felt he was right.
All his previous guilt vanished!
The Angel God was innocent, and so was he, Qian Daoliu!
For the safety of the continent, he, Qian Daoliu, was even willing to sacrifice his own family for the greater good!
Qian Renshang snorted coldly, his eyes filled with rage.
"Don't try to intimidate me with that so-called prophecy! You've all forced this upon us!"
Qian Daoliu frowned deeply.
"Qian Renshang... you've fallen into the demonic path, unable to extricate yourself.
If you turn back now, I can still plead with the Angel God to spare your life."
Qian Renshang laughed loudly.
"Plead? I don't need it! From the moment I decided to rebel, I never thought of turning back.
Today, it's either you or me!"
"Qian Daoliu, you don't need to be hypocritical anymore. It disgusts me!"
With that, Qian Renshang's soul power erupted once more, and the golden dragon spear shone brightly.
Qian Daoliu sighed, raising his lightsaber. "Since that's the case, then I can only end this myself."
In an instant, the two sides were at each other's throats, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.
(End of Chapter)
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