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Qian Daoliu's expression darkened as he spoke in a low, measured tone:
"Tang Chen, since you insist on being obstinate, then let us fight. I want to see just how much you've improved over these decades!"
Facing Tang Chen—who wielded the Asura Sword in his left hand and the Clear Sky Hammer in his right—Qian Daoliu dared not show the slightest carelessness. Pressing his palms together in reverence, he solemnly intoned:
"Come forth, Angelic Holy Sword!"
Clang!
A resounding sword cry echoed across the sky. Before the Angelic Statue in the Douluo Palace, the Angelic Holy Sword, once embedded in its pedestal, shot into the heavens before settling before Qian Daoliu.
Though Qian Daoliu was merely a servant of the gods and not an inheritor of divinity, rendering him incapable of wielding divine weapons at will, as a devoted servant, he could still call upon their power in battle.
At that moment, his face radiated piety as he grasped the Angelic Holy Sword. Instantly, behind him, a colossal six-winged angel manifested. Divine light illuminated the heavens and earth, dispelling the ominous blood-red glow. The sacred radiance was warm, brilliant, and awe-inspiring. With the Angel God's power bolstering him, Qian Daoliu became nearly invincible.
In the distance, Bibi Dong lowered her head, unwilling to let Qian Daoliu see the venomous hatred in her eyes. This was the very lineage she wished to annihilate—the so-called holy and righteous aura of the Angelic Order only made her sick.
With malice seething in her heart, she cursed:
"One day, I will destroy all of this!"
On the other side, Tang Chen remained unfazed by the spectacle before him. He had long known that divine servants could borrow the power of their gods.
Yet after careful observation, he confirmed that while Qian Daoliu could indeed channel the Angel God's strength, he was ultimately not the Angel God himself. That meant he had nothing to do with the person Tang Chen was searching for.
A wave of disappointment surged within Tang Chen. But more than anything, he wanted to vent his unrelenting fury.
He drove the Asura Sword into the air, and with its presence amplifying his power, the blood-red aura that had been suppressed surged back with renewed intensity.
That wasn't enough.
Tang Chen channeled his immense spiritual energy into the demonic sword imprint on his forehead. The dark crimson mark grew so vivid that it seemed as if fresh blood might drip from it.
His voice dropped to a chilling murmur, like a god of slaughter whispering a death sentence:
"Slaughter Domain—Hell of Massacre!"
Boom!
The overwhelming blood-colored radiance tore through the divine light, once again dyeing the sky a ghastly red. It was cold, domineering, and utterly relentless.
Qian Daoliu was merely a servant of the gods, but Tang Chen—he was a true inheritor of divinity. He had completed eight of the Asura God's trials and, with an affinity surpassing 80%, could channel a fraction of the true Asura Domain's might into his Slaughter Domain.
The Asura Domain belonged to the Asura God, the most terrifying aspect of whom lay in his power to judge even other gods.
Tang San had already developed techniques like the "Asura Spiral Kill Formation" and the "Purple Extreme Asura Demon Light." Naturally, Tang Chen—far more advanced in wielding Asura's power—was no exception.
Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal clashing reverberated through the air. Moments later, glowing chains of hellish energy emerged from the blood mist.
"What is this?!"
Qian Daoliu was utterly shocked by this unexpected turn of events. Before he could react, the chains shot forth, wrapping around the six-winged angel behind him.
From head to toe, even its three pairs of wings were tightly bound. The once-holy, radiant figure was now trapped, its divine presence completely extinguished—dragged into the abyss of hell.
In that instant, Qian Daoliu's eyes burned red with fury. His expression twisted with rage as he bellowed:
"Tang Chen, how dare you profane the divine?!"
Boom!
Enraged, Qian Daoliu brandished the Angelic Holy Sword and charged toward Tang Chen, determined to slay this blasphemer. As a devout servant of the gods, this scene was enough to drive him mad.
"Heh."
Tang Chen let out a contemptuous chuckle. Withdrawing the Asura Sword, he wielded the Clear Sky Hammer in one hand and the Asura Sword in the other, rushing forward to meet his opponent head-on.
Their battle erupted in midair—a clash of crimson and gold, so swift that their movements became an indistinguishable blur. Each collision sent shockwaves rippling across the sky, altering the weather itself.
At that moment, six elders of the Douluo Palace appeared simultaneously. Initially, they had planned to join forces with Qian Daoliu to eliminate Tang Chen once and for all.
However, they soon realized that Tang Chen's Slaughter Domain rendered them utterly powerless. It was the ultimate weapon against group battles—how many Spirit Masters on this continent even possessed a domain?
Without one, even at Rank 96 to 98—Super Douluo levels—they would be nothing more than hindrances to Qian Daoliu.
From their vantage point, they could clearly observe the clash between the two titans. Qian Daoliu, with his unparalleled spirit, the Six-Winged Angel, fought with a fluid and rapid technique. His attacks were both fierce and precise, embodying both power and grace. Wielding the Angelic Holy Sword, he was undoubtedly the continent's greatest swordmaster.
But Tang Chen was not inferior in the slightest. His mastery of the Clear Sky Hammer was beyond extraordinary, and paired with the Asura Magic Sword—an artifact rivaling, if not surpassing, the Angelic Holy Sword—he was unstoppable.
Empowered by the Slaughter Domain, Tang Chen's speed and attack power continually escalated. He gained the upper hand, pressing Qian Daoliu back step by step.
In the end, the battle concluded with the unthinkable—an angel with shattered wings.
In the very sky where he was meant to reign supreme, Qian Daoliu was struck down, coughing blood as he plummeted toward the earth.
"Grand Priest!"
The six elders gasped in horror and rushed forward to catch him. Qian Daoliu clutched the Angelic Holy Sword tightly, his face filled with unwillingness and shame. He had disgraced the Angel God.
As for Tang Chen, he stood high above the clouds, gazing down at Qian Daoliu and the gathered elders. A flicker of murderous intent flashed in his eyes—but in the end, he restrained himself.