Qian Daoliu, equally unyielding, roared:
"You wretch, cease your arrogance!"
His angelic form shone brightly, powerful soul energy continuously flowing into each attack.
Every movement carried an inviolable, sacred majesty, every ray of holy light reflecting his loyalty to and unwavering faith in the Spirit Hall.
High in the sky, light and darkness intertwined, creating a breathtaking spectacle.
The two exchanged blows, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
Just as Qian Renshang's dark sword energy was neutralized by Qian Daoliu's holy light blade, he instantly flashed behind Qian Daoliu, attacking again.
Qian Daoliu reacted swiftly, turning to parry with his angelic holy sword.
Each clash was breathtaking, leaving the audience breathless.
No one could easily predict the final outcome of this earth-shattering battle.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The battle continued, but the area below was now practically a river of blood.
The Spirit Empire's Spirit Master legions clashed with the beast tide, their eyes bloodshot with rage.
The battlefield was a chaotic cacophony of shouts, screams, and the explosions of Spirit Skills.
The Spirit Empire's Spirit Masters unleashed a frenzy of Spirit Skills, their dazzling light illuminating the blood-soaked land.
Some Spirit Masters were exhausted, yet they fought on with unwavering will, their weapons flashing as they slashed at their enemies.
The Spirit Beasts in the beast tide, however, showed no fear. Driven by instinct and immense power, they fought the Spirit Masters to the death.
Some even seemed to have lost all sense of friend and foe, their sole aim being the slaughter of everything in their path.
One Spirit Empire Spirit Master, his eyes bloodshot and face contorted in a ferocious grimace, was nearly depleted of his Spirit Power, yet he continued his relentless attacks on everything around him.
Whether Spirit Beast or his own comrades, anything that entered his sight was fair game.
A massive Spirit Beast, after being repeatedly attacked, had descended into a berserk state. It rampaged recklessly, crushing everything in its path.
The entire battlefield was like a living hell, filled with bloodshed and carnage.
The battle between Qian Daoliu and Qian Renshang above continued, but as time slowly passed, the situation gradually turned against them.
Qian Renshang was already wounded to varying degrees; his clothes were torn, and blood stained his body, but his eyes remained resolute and fierce, and he gripped the Fallen Angel's Sword tightly, refusing to loosen his grip even slightly.
Zi Ji's spirit was also somewhat unstable, its light flickering erratically, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
Her aura had also become disordered, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered, assisting Qian Renshang in fighting against the powerful enemy.
On the other hand, Qian Daoliu's flames of light were still very strong, their light as brilliant as ever, showing no signs of weakening.
His soul power seemed inexhaustible, his aura steady and powerful.
"Hahahaha, you are ultimately no match for me!"
Qian Daoliu laughed triumphantly,
"The power of light is inexhaustible, how can you dark wretch contend with me!"
Qian Renshang and Zi Ji were both panting heavily, their chests heaving violently like bellows, each breath accompanied by a heavy gasp.
Sweat streamed down their faces, mingling with their blood, dripping onto the ground.
Although Qian Daoliu's face was full of smugness, his heart was in turmoil.
Looking at the wounded yet still stubbornly resisting Qian Renshang, the shock in his heart spread like ripples.
"Qian Renshang truly deserves to be called the Child of Darkness.
Only at the eighth ring, he's managed to fight me to this point and hold out for so long."
He was secretly alarmed.
"His dark power is so strange and powerful, every move carries a resolute killing intent.
Given time, when he advances to the ninth ring Title Douluo, I'm afraid I really won't be able to subdue him."
Thinking of this, a sense of fear quietly grew in his heart.
"No, I absolutely cannot let him escape today, otherwise he will become a great threat."
Qian Daoliu's eyes grew increasingly firm and fierce, his killing intent intensifying.
Qian Renshang gritted his teeth, as if they were about to shatter.
His eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Qian Daoliu, roaring,
"Qian Daoliu, you hypocritical scoundrel! You've only ever bullied the weak by relying on your years of cultivation! Even if you win today, it will be an unfair victory!"
Zi Ji's spiritual light flickered erratically, her breathing extremely erratic.
She gasped for breath, her voice filled with defiance:
"Qian Daoliu, even if you lose today, we will make you pay a terrible price for what you've done!"
Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, his face terrifyingly grim:
"Hmph, you have no future! Today is your death day!"
With that, he raised the Angelic Holy Sword high again, the holy light on its blade instantly surging, like a blazing sun, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
Qian Daoliu was about to continue his all-out effort to capture Qian Renshang and Zi Ji, his teeth clenched, the Angelic Holy Sword in his hand gleaming, ready to launch a fatal attack.
However, at this critical moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a certain direction on the battlefield out of the corner of his eye.
In an instant, his expression changed drastically; his previous confident look was replaced by extreme terror, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
In the distance, on a battlefield intertwined with blood and chaos, a figure was blasted away like a cannonball by an irresistible force.
The figure tumbled helplessly in mid-air, tracing a desperate arc.
Then, before the figure could even catch his breath, he was mercilessly kicked to the ground by a foot imbued with boundless power.
"Crack!"
A chilling sound of bones breaking echoed clearly as a brutal force pierced through his chest.
Broken ribs protruded from the wound, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding earth red.
His life force was draining away at an alarming rate, and his once powerful eyes were now filled with endless despair.
Looking closely, the wretched figure was none other than the Seventh Elder of the Spirit Hall, the Demon-Slaying Douluo.
Standing before him, the one who had defeated him, was none other than the Demon King.
The usually refined Demon King now seemed to have transformed into a demon from hell.
His pristine white robes were already soaked and stained with blood, crimson drops continuously dripping from the hem.
His hair was disheveled and fell over his shoulders, his face splattered with the blood of his enemies.
His once gentle features were now twisted beyond recognition by extreme anger and a bloodthirsty desire.
His eyes were wide open, revealing a chilling madness and murderous intent, like a terrifying demon crawling out of the deepest abyss.
(End of Chapter)
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