Chapter 330: Asura God Power vs. Angelic Divinity
Yang Potian began to understand that, while he was stronger than Qian Daoliu, his opponent's connection to the Angelic God and the sun granted him a formidable power source, allowing him to match Yang Potian and swiftly recover. If Yang Potian were forced to reveal his second soul core or a substantial portion of his true strength, it would compromise his long-term plan.
A ruthless glint appeared in Yang Potian's eyes as his sixth spirit ring glowed. He unleashed his sixth spirit skill: Golden Lion's Roar, which filled the Soul-Breaking Spear with golden light. A massive image of a golden lion appeared, roaring ferociously as it pounced toward Qian Daoliu, its roar seemingly aimed at dispelling the angelic and solar powers surrounding him.
Qian Daoliu's face showed shock; he hadn't expected Yang Potian's sixth spirit skill to be so overwhelmingly powerful.
Reacting quickly, Qian Daoliu's sixth spirit ring also glowed. The massive six-winged angel behind him let out a thunderous roar of its own, sending waves of golden light that seemed to shake the heavens. This was Qian Daoliu's sixth spirit skill under divine augmentation: Angel's Roar.
The two roars clashed, creating a shockwave that echoed across miles, tearing the sky with a golden radiance laced with lethal intent. The sheer force of the collision sent Yang Potian back a few meters—the first time he'd been forced to retreat. But Qian Daoliu was thrown back hundreds of meters, with a thin trail of blood at the corner of his mouth—the first time he'd been injured to the point of spitting blood.
Infuriated, Qian Daoliu's face turned dark with anger.
He activated his seventh spirit ring, summoning his martial soul's true form. The colossal six-winged angel behind him seemed to shed a layer of dust, revealing an image of pure, saintly radiance like that of a holy maiden, exuding a boundless, sacred power.
Under the amplification of his martial soul's true form, Qian Daoliu's Angelic Domain evolved, its power multiplied. Compared to his initial Angelic Domain, this new one made the first seem like child's play.
With the Angelic Domain now radiating its full might, Yang Potian felt his Killing God Domain being restrained, with parts of his spirit power undergoing purification.
Yang Potian laughed. "So, this is the real Angelic Domain. That earlier version was nothing but a cheap trick. But even so, it's still just an ordinary enhancement."
With a shout, Yang Potian unleashed his domain to the fullest. The original blood-red Killing God Domain transformed into a crimson radiance, brimming with a lethal aura that seemed to lord over all creation. This was the Asura Domain—a god-level domain that should not even exist on the Douluo Continent.
Activating the Asura Domain, Yang Potian also summoned the true form of his Soul-Breaking Spear. A towering red figure, hundreds of meters high, appeared, wielding a massive blood-red spear that seemed capable of penetrating anything.
Yang Potian thrust his spear, aiming directly at Qian Daoliu with a strike that seemed to go straight for his core.
Qian Daoliu met this strike without hesitation, activating his eighth spirit skill, Archangel's Shield. His six-winged angel martial soul expanded even further, with its hands forming a protective barrier and its six wings surrounding Qian Daoliu in a defensive cocoon.
The collision between attack and defense saw the spear initially held back by the Archangel's Shield. But Yang Potian gritted his teeth, activating his eighth spirit skill, Behemoth's Earth-Shattering Strike, causing the Soul-Breaking Spear to expand massively. The force of the spear shattered Qian Daoliu's angelic shield, piercing through the angel's arms and wings.
Despite his efforts to block with the Angelic Sacred Sword, Qian Daoliu's left arm was impaled, staining his golden armor with blood.
At that moment, a brilliant golden light burst forth from the Douluo Hall, radiating from the massive statue of the six-winged angel. Bathed in the sacred light, Qian Daoliu's injuries began to heal rapidly.
Yang Potian was momentarily shocked but soon filled with renewed fury. He infused his Soul-Breaking Spear with the essence of his Asura Domain, staining it a deep blood-red that exuded intense killing intent.
He then launched his fourth attack skill, Tiger Roars at a Thousand Jins, hurling the spear with a targeted precision that aimed not at Qian Daoliu's vital points, but rather at his previous wound and the golden light emanating from the statue.
Qian Daoliu sensed danger and raised his Angelic Sacred Sword to block, but Yang Potian's spear, primed with Asura power, struck directly at the golden light.
The spear's tip released a blinding red glow, clashing violently with the statue's golden light. The Asura power within the red light sought to corrode and sever the Angelic God's power, while the golden light strove to purify and dissolve the killing aura.
In this clash, the Asura power gradually gained the upper hand; the Angelic God's power, though vast, lacked the sustaining strength of Yang Potian's Asura Domain.
Seizing the advantage, Yang Potian's eyes blazed with a crimson glow. The light coalesced into a blood-red spear—a spectral weapon of terrifying focus, exuding an aura that seemed capable of piercing the soul. This was the seventh strike in his Soul-Breaking Spear technique: Oblivion.
As the spear shot forward, the entire sky seemed to darken, casting everything into an endless night. Even with Qian Daoliu's strength, his best efforts failed to fully defend against it.
Under this relentless attack, Qian Daoliu's aura visibly weakened. Without the Angelic God's backing, he could only draw on the power of the sun, and his injured arm healed at a sluggish pace, his wounds resisting the healing effects due to a corrosive energy lingering within.
Qian Daoliu shook his head, acknowledging the prowess of his opponent. "Your strength far exceeds my expectations, young friend. Now I will use my final strike. If I fail, I'll accept defeat."
Yang Potian's face grew serious. He knew that Qian Daoliu's ultimate move would carry the full weight of his life's faith in the Angelic God's power.
The gathered onlookers on the Douluo Hall's plaza held their breath, faces tense. For them, Qian Daoliu was a symbol of the Wuhun Empire and the High Priest of the Angelic God. If he were to lose in Wuhun City, the consequences would be unthinkable.
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