Chapter 329: The Power of Angelic Divinity
Yang Potian glanced at the crater beneath them and shook his head. "Senior Qian Daoliu, how about we take this battle to the skies? I hope it doesn't affect your advantage."
Qian Daoliu responded with a smile, "Why not? Don't forget, the sky is my domain."
With that, Qian Daoliu's six wings flared, propelling him into the sky.
Yang Potian unfurled a pair of golden wings shaped like a tiger-eagle, keeping pace effortlessly.
In the air, the two began an intense clash. Qian Daoliu wielded the Angelic Sacred Sword with an ethereal grace, resembling a celestial warrior, while Yang Potian, exuding an aura of blood-red fury, seemed like a demon god.
In just a few minutes, Yang Potian's Soul-Breaking Spear and Qian Daoliu's Angelic Sacred Sword had collided thousands of times. When they separated, neither appeared to have a clear advantage, though Qian Daoliu was slightly outmatched.
The age difference between them was substantial—Qian Daoliu was likely over 130 years old. Despite his peak soul power and abilities, his physical endurance fell short compared to Yang Potian, especially in raw strength.
Every time their weapons clashed, Qian Daoliu felt a force that surpassed anything he'd encountered before, even the strength of Tang Chen.
Qian Daoliu's expression remained stoic as golden light enveloped his body, spreading across the sky. Yang Potian felt as though his own strength were being dissolved, encountering a force that seemed his perfect counter. This was the power of Qian Daoliu's Angelic Domain.
Yang Potian's eyes turned blood-red, and a crimson glow burst from his body, overpowering the golden light with an aura of pure slaughter. It felt as though they were surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, filled with a boundless killing intent.
Seeing his Angelic Domain being suppressed, Qian Daoliu recalled their earlier encounter on Almo Mountain and realized how much stronger Yang Potian had become since then.
At that moment, the Angelic Temple began to emit golden light that merged with Qian Daoliu's domain, restoring balance between their auras.
In Wuhun City, Qian Daoliu could nearly wield divine power, sustained by an immense reservoir of faith energy.
Yang Potian's eyes narrowed. It seemed he had underestimated Qian Daoliu and the power of the Angelic God.
Undeterred, Yang Potian gripped his Soul-Breaking Spear, launching forward with a strike that pierced directly into Qian Daoliu's domain, shattering it.
Qian Daoliu hastily defended with the Angelic Sacred Sword, but the weight of Yang Potian's spear, a weapon of thirty-six thousand jin, was overwhelming.
As their weapons clashed, Qian Daoliu was forced back again. Though uninjured, his face showed frustration. Even with the Angelic God's power, Yang Potian was widening the gap between them.
Yang Potian grew fiercer with each strike, his spear gradually transforming from gold to a deep blood-red, as if he had infused it with his entire Killing God Domain.
Qian Daoliu, recognizing the shift, realized that conventional soul skills were becoming ineffective. His entire body radiated golden light, enhanced by the sun and the divine aura from the Angelic Temple, reaching a peak of power that combined pure light and flame.
With divine radiance, Qian Daoliu's sword cleaved downward, unleashing Angel's Judgment, a soul skill of the six-winged angel martial soul. The move embodied divine retribution, as if passing judgment from heaven itself.
Yang Potian's expression shifted as he activated his eighth soul skill, Golden Behemoth Slash. He swung his Soul-Breaking Spear with a force that seemed to split the sky itself, releasing a beam of gold light.
The two forces collided, plunging the surroundings into silence.
In an instant, Qian Daoliu appeared before Yang Potian, delivering another sword strike. This attack was even stronger, filled with a holy power that suppressed the killing intent of Yang Potian's spear as if purifying it.
Yang Potian smirked coldly. The Angelic God's power was indeed formidable. Here in Wuhun City, it seemed invincible—no wonder the Wuhun Empire had dominated the soul master world for a millennium.
A ruthless glint appeared in Yang Potian's eyes as he activated his first and third soul skills, Force of a Thousand Jins and Golden Strength. The weight of the Soul-Breaking Spear multiplied, exceeding a hundred thousand jin, while Yang Potian's own strength and attack power surged.
With his amplified strength, Yang Potian resumed his assault, meeting Qian Daoliu's empowered strikes. Qian Daoliu was bolstered by the Angelic God's power and sunlight, while Yang Potian was strengthened by his potent amplification soul rings.
The two were evenly matched, though Yang Potian gradually began to gain the upper hand.
Despite his prowess, Qian Daoliu's Angelic God power provided constant regeneration. Even when Yang Potian's spear inflicted wounds, Qian Daoliu's body recovered quickly.
Looking closely, one would see a clash of red and gold energies within each wound. The red was Yang Potian's killing intent, a corrosive force, while the gold was the holy power of the Angelic God, rapidly dissolving the killing aura.
The fight grew fiercer, neither side seeming concerned with soul power consumption as they unleashed skill after skill.
Qian Daoliu found himself puzzled. He had the advantage of the Angelic God's power to replenish his soul energy, but how was Yang Potian able to recover so quickly?
Unknown to everyone, both of Yang Potian's soul cores were spinning rapidly, absorbing spiritual energy at an incredible rate. Physically, he was likely the most resilient being on all of Douluo Star.
The spectators below watched in stunned silence, overwhelmed by the sight of Yang Potian seemingly unaffected by the purifying power of the Angelic God. Who was this monster of a soul master?
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