The beast kings and members of the Spirit Hall were utterly shocked by what they saw.
Their eyes were filled with disbelief and terror.
Among the beasts, a gigantic tiger king stared wide-eyed, muttering to himself,
"Qian Daoliu has been possessed by the Angel God?
How is this possible?"
The lion king beside him was also astonished.
"This is beyond our expectations; the situation has become even more complicated."
On the Spirit Hall side, the members exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions panicked.
An elder trembled as he said,
"This…this is the power of a god! What should we do?" The others were also filled with confusion and fear.
In the center of the battlefield, Qian Renshang and Qian Daoliu, possessed by the Angel God, faced off, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.
Qian Renshang, gazing fearlessly at the angelic god radiating boundless majesty before him, boldly declared,
"Don't the gods forbid interference with the order of Douluo Continent?"
His voice, exceptionally clear in the tense atmosphere, carried a tone of questioning and challenge—something Gu Yuena had previously told him.
Otherwise, the entire Douluo Continent would be enslaved by the gods.
The angelic god slightly raised his head and coldly snorted, "Hmph, what harm is there in taking action to maintain the balance of this continent?
You heretic, attempting to disrupt the order, I will naturally intervene."
Qian Renshang gritted his teeth,
"Balance? Your so-called balance is nothing but satisfying your own selfish desires! Nana was right after all, you gods always act selfishly in the name of justice."
At this moment, everyone around was awestruck by Qian Renshang's courage.
Under this powerful pressure, they dared not even breathe, yet they couldn't help but watch this earth-shattering duel.
The angelic god no longer wanted to waste words with Qian Renshang; his cold eyes revealed a resolute killing intent.
He possessed Qian Daoliu's body, knowing full well that he could only use the power of three swords at most, and that he couldn't remain in the mortal realm for long.
This descent was also permitted by the gods.
Having said that, the Angel God effortlessly unleashed a sword strike at Qian Renshang.
"I don't care about right or wrong, you should just die."
The sword strike seemed light and effortless, devoid of any trace of power, as if it were merely a casual swing.
However, wherever the sword passed, subtle ripples appeared in the space, as if unable to withstand its force.
Qian Renshang instantly felt a sense of impending doom; he could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within this seemingly ordinary sword strike.
He dared not be careless in the slightest, instantly mobilizing all the dark power within his body to form a sturdy shield in front of him.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze; everyone watched this scene with tense eyes, forgetting even to breathe.
The sword light attacked Qian Renshang at an astonishing speed, colliding with his dark shield.
Instantly, light and darkness intertwined, erupting with a powerful energy surge.
Qian Renshang felt an irresistible force, his entire body involuntarily retreating, his feet carving two deep marks on the ground.
The Angel God sneered, "Overestimating yourself!"
Qian Renshang steadied himself, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained resolute as he roared,
"This is just the beginning!"
The next moment!
Qian Renshang's second soul ring suddenly lit up, like a black moon, its light flickering eerily.
A powerful surge of soul power erupted from his body, and instantly, a surge of dark energy erupted wildly, activating the mysterious and unpredictable soul skill, Shadow Puppet.
A clone of Qian Renshang, identical to himself, slowly emerged.
The clone seemed to have walked from the abyss of darkness, shrouded in a faint black mist, making its form appear blurry and distorted.
The Shadow Puppet's face was sinister and terrifying, its eyes flashing with an eerie red light, like a messenger from hell.
However, the Angel God's attack was as swift as lightning; the seemingly light sword light actually contained world-destroying power. The sword light, with unstoppable force, struck the Shadow Puppet with pinpoint accuracy.
"Bang!"
A deafening roar echoed across the battlefield, the powerful impact causing the surrounding air to explode, creating visible shockwaves.
Faced with this terrifying power, the Shadow Puppet offered no resistance and instantly crumbled.
Its body, like a shattered mirror, disintegrated into countless tiny black fragments, each shimmering with an eerie light before quickly fading.
These black fragments scattered and danced in the air, like dark spirits making their final struggle, before transforming into a cloud of black smoke and dissipating into the air, leaving only a chilling aura.
Qian Renshang's face paled, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood surged up.
Clearly, the instantaneous collapse of the Shadow Puppet had caused a severe backlash; his body trembled slightly, but his resolute gaze remained fixed on the Angel God, showing no sign of retreat.
The Angel God, seeing that his incomparably powerful divine attack had been broken by Qian Renshang's soul skill, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.
His previously relaxed brows furrowed tightly, like two sharp sword eyebrows, and his eyes became more solemn.
The Angel God, always high above and in control of everything, had never imagined that a mortal soul master could have such a clever countermeasure.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully examining Qian Renshang, trying to find the key to breaking his attack.
"This boy actually possesses such methods; I underestimated him," the Angel God thought to himself, his expression growing increasingly serious.
The surrounding air seemed to grow heavier at the Angel God's slight surprise, and the crowd, sensing the change in his emotions, felt even more uneasy.
However, the Angel God remained calm, his majestic face still composed.
"A strange soul skill that transfers attacks?
As expected of the strange power of a Fallen Angel's martial soul.
But you're still too inexperienced.
I won't hold back this time… No matter what you do, you can't escape.
This is truly the domain of a god; touching it means certain death!"
His voice was deep and powerful, like an irresistible divine decree.
With that, the Angel God held his breath, his eyes tightly closed, his aura instantly becoming calm and restrained.
The already dazzling Angelic Holy Sword now erupted with an unbearable golden light.
The light was like a newborn sun, blazing and dazzling, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daytime.
Wherever the golden light touched, space seemed to tremble slightly, as if unable to withstand this sacred and powerful force.
The angel god gripped the Angelic Holy Sword tightly with both hands, the runes on the blade lighting up one by one, a mysterious and ancient power flowing within it.
Qian Renshang felt this unprecedented pressure; beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but his gaze remained firm, showing no sign of retreat.
(End of Chapter)
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