Chapter 328: Battle with Qian Daoliu
As Yang Potian walked steadily into Wuhun City, his expression was more solemn and dignified than ever. He held deep respect for this place, especially for Qian Daoliu, whom he regarded even more highly than Bo Saixi.
Reflecting on his encounters with Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, and Tang Chen—the three legendary Douluo—Yang Potian recognized their unique strengths. Without divine powers, Tang Chen's combat prowess was likely the strongest, yet Qian Daoliu was the most respectable and formidable of the three.
In theory, their powers were comparable, but each had limitations. Tang Chen was invincible on land but limited in speed and flight. Bo Saixi was unbeatable at sea, where her Sea God martial soul reached its peak. Qian Daoliu, known as the lord of the skies, had yet to fully utilize the advantages of his aerial domain.
Many saw Qian Daoliu as weak-willed, but Yang Potian believed he was a tragic figure, bound by impossible choices. He had loved Bo Saixi for half his life but could never win her heart. Bound by promises, he had spared the Clear Sky Clan, only to see it rise as a future threat to the Wuhun Hall. Torn between his son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter, he watched his family's tragedies unfold, remaining a spectator until his final sacrifice.
Moreover, Wuhun City, the sacred ground of the soul master world, held an enormous reservoir of faith power, an energy beyond anyone's comprehension and the very source that accelerated Qian Renxue's ascension to godhood.
Upon entering Wuhun City, Yang Potian sent a challenge letter with a single flick of his wrist and then checked into a nearby inn.
In the Douluo Hall, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and the Six Elders all gathered before Qian Daoliu, who held the challenge letter with an unusually serious expression.
The message was brief, just one line: "Three days from now, atop Wuhun City. I await you in battle!"
The letter sparked a mix of anger and surprise among the assembled crowd. Yang Potian's audacity to challenge Qian Daoliu within Wuhun City was unheard of. Even the famous duel between Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu hadn't taken place here.
Qian Renxue was incensed. "Grandfather, what does Yang Potian mean by this? Has he gone mad? I'll go confront him right now!"
Qian Daoliu's voice was steady. "Calm down, Xue'er. Yang Potian is not one to act without purpose. He likely has a reason for this challenge."
The Six Elders insisted that Yang Potian's arrogance was an affront to the Angelic Legacy and that they should work together to suppress him. Meanwhile, Bibi Dong stood silently to the side, saying nothing.
Three days passed in a flash. Yang Potian spent the time meditating in Wuhun City, preparing for this climactic showdown.
At dawn, he made his way toward the Douluo Hall, the chosen battleground for the duel.
Yang Potian's path was unobstructed, and as he arrived, he found the full assembly of Wuhun Empire's elders and high-ranking members waiting, all wearing serious expressions. Even Bibi Dong's face was uncharacteristically dark.
Qian Daoliu stood there with unmatched dignity, clad in golden armor and carrying the Angelic Sacred Sword on his back, his presence at its zenith.
Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, "You're here. Can you tell me why you've issued this challenge?"
Yang Potian closed his eyes, then opened them with a look of unbounded resolve. "To challenge the strongest on Douluo Continent, to reach a higher realm."
In that moment, Yang Potian understood the purpose of his Asura God trial. To become a god, particularly the Asura God, he had to constantly challenge stronger opponents, to cultivate an aura of invincibility. Ascension was a path of solitude, but for the Asura God, it was one of supremacy, a journey marked by relentless challenge.
Qian Daoliu seemed to grasp his intent, nodding with a faint smile. "So be it. I have spent my life in pursuit of godhood, a goal that has eluded me. Bearing witness to the rise of a god is not a bad consolation."
"I am the High Priest of the Angel Clan, the bearer of a thousand-year legacy. I accept your challenge. I may die, but I will not yield."
With his declaration, Qian Daoliu summoned his enormous six-winged angel martial soul, his spirit rings appearing: eight black and one red.
Yang Potian's expression turned solemn as he summoned his Soul-Breaking Spear. His spirit rings—five black and four red—glowed as he stood ready.
The gathered crowd felt a chill despite already knowing Yang Potian's unique spirit ring configuration; seeing it again never failed to unsettle them.
Yang Potian moved first, gripping his spear and lunging forward. The strike seemed simple, yet it radiated devastating power, producing a sharp sound that tore through the air, mingling with the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon.
Qian Daoliu responded without hesitation. His immense six-winged angel martial soul cast a shadow over the battlefield as a massive fist materialized, meeting Yang Potian's spear head-on.
With a single blow, Yang Potian broke through Qian Daoliu's defense, shattering the spirit energy in Qian Daoliu's palm and forcing him back five meters.
Qian Daoliu burst into hearty laughter. "Excellent! In such a short time, your strength has grown considerably."
Yang Potian's expression was resolute. "Senior Qian Daoliu, you'd best use your Angelic Sacred Sword sooner rather than later. Relying solely on your spirit power and the six-winged angel martial soul won't be enough."
Qian Daoliu nodded. "You're right. In terms of weapon mastery, you've already surpassed Tang Chen by far. And your Soul-Breaking Spear, honed as it is, rivals a divine weapon."
With that, Qian Daoliu drew the Angelic Sacred Sword and struck down with a powerful slash. A golden sword energy, potent enough to split the heavens and earth, radiated from his blade. His mastery of swordsmanship likely surpassed even Sword Douluo's, and this golden light combined divine power with sword energy.
Yang Potian met the attack by driving his spear forward, unleashing a golden spear light from its tip, a force capable of piercing anything.
The clash of sword and spear energy—two god-like powers—sent tremors through the air, producing the sound of tearing space itself.
The force of the collision carved a massive crater into the ground, turning the once-grand plaza into a field of devastation under the onslaught of sword and spear energy.
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