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"Continue!"
Qian Daoliu's eyes were icy cold. Even he could sense a trace of threat from within the sword net.
Such terrifying sword intent—even I dare not underestimate it.
Xue'er, you must not come to harm.
The "Xue'er" he spoke of was none other than Qian Renxue.
As the Grand Priest of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu bore the responsibility of protecting the god's inheritor.
All the more so since Qian Renxue was his own granddaughter—under no circumstance would he allow her to fall into danger.
Upon hearing Qian Daoliu's command, Qingluan Douluo and Guangling Douluo grew solemn.
They joined forces with Xiangmo Douluo and Qianjun Douluo, together striking at the cage-like sword net.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A barrage of attacks rippled across the sword net, leaving wave after wave of distortion, yet it remained unbroken.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Lan Minghua sneered.
"Does that old fossil Qian Daoliu truly think that a handful of them can shatter my sword intent?"
If it were that simple to break, Tang Hao and the others would have done so long ago.
Otherwise, why would they still be fighting to the death inside a prison cage? Isn't life worth living?
The clashes outside rumbled on, while the battle within raged just as fiercely.
Chrysanthemum Douluo tried to dodge, but his speed was too slow. Yu Yuanzhen's dragon claw tore a chunk of flesh from his shoulder, blood gushing freely.
Sensing the overwhelming auras outside, Chrysanthemum Douluo, despite the pain, threatened Yu Yuanzhen through clenched teeth.
"Yu Yuanzhen, Spirit Hall's Worshippers are right outside. If you dare strike me again, are you not afraid Spirit Hall will wipe out your entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
At those words, Yu Yuanzhen's dragon claw, which was about to crush Chrysanthemum Douluo, paused for a moment.
Clearly, the threat had struck a chord.
Yu Yuanzhen longed to slaughter Chrysanthemum Douluo then and there. But if he did, he would be doomed without question.
Neither the Heavenly Dragon Gang nor Spirit Hall were forces he alone could resist.
If the Heavenly Dragon Gang and Spirit Hall clashed, then perhaps the Upper Three Sects would find a sliver of survival.
It was in that single instant of hesitation that Chrysanthemum Douluo seized the opportunity, striking viciously at Yu Yuanzhen's chest and forcing him back.
Although Yu Yuanzhen had enhanced himself with fragments of the Ancient Dragon King's soul bone, he was still fundamentally a Rank 95 Titled Douluo.
Against another Rank 95 Titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo's attacks naturally carried weight.
Yu Yuanzhen coughed up blood, clutching his chest. "Juhua Guan, you despicable coward!"
But Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression remained unchanged. Instead, he sneered, his voice filled with venom.
"Coward? So what if I am? With the Great Worshipper here in person, all of you are destined to die!"
The moment those words fell, Tang Hao and the others stiffened, dread flooding their faces.
"What? Qian Daoliu is personally taking action!" Tang Xiao, forcing Yingxian back with a blow, cried out in alarm.
He knew Qian Daoliu all too well.
The very reason the Clear Sky Sect had gone into seclusion was largely due to that man.
After all, Qian Daoliu, Tang Chen, and Bo Saixi were revered as the three peak existences of their era.
And with Tang Chen gone, the Clear Sky Sect no longer had the strength to oppose Spirit Hall.
After the tragedy with Tang Hao, Ah Yin, and Qian Xunji, the Clear Sky Sect was left with no choice but to retreat into hiding.
Hearing Tang Xiao's outcry, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and the others wore grim expressions.
A single Heavenly Dragon Gang Titled Douluo was already overwhelming. Add to that Lan Minghua, who was merely watching from the side, and their chances of survival were already bleak.
Now, with Qian Daoliu himself joining the fray, their fate was truly sealed—ten deaths without life.
But there was nothing they could do.
Lan Minghua let out a low laugh, tilting his head toward Spirit Hall's position outside the sect.
Qian Daoliu, sensing his gaze, narrowed his eyes, staring back through layers of sword qi until their sights met.
So strong! Just where did this Lan Minghua come from?
As the Angel God's Grand Priest, Qian Daoliu had achieved his current strength only with divine aid.
Yet Lan Minghua bore not the slightest trace of divinity—so how had he grown so powerful?
He knew that for people like himself, Tang Chen, or Bo Saixi, divine inheritance was indispensable to reaching such heights.
Even Golden Crocodile Douluo was proof of this.
But Lan Minghua? A man untouched by gods, yet wielding such power. It defied all reason.
Lan Minghua's lips curved upward, clearly sensing Qian Daoliu's probing gaze.
"Oh? You're still that calm? Seems the little message Qian Renxue sent you wasn't much after all. In that case… let me make you panic a little."
At that thought, the fingers tapping idly on his armrest froze.
In the next instant, a suffocating killing intent erupted across the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Tang Xiao and the others felt their hearts sink, cold sweat dripping down their foreheads, convinced Lan Minghua was about to strike them.
But that murderous pressure did not fall upon them.
Instead, it crushed down upon the unsuspecting Heaven Dou Empire's representatives, whose presence had been all but forgotten.
The Heaven Dou soul masters had no chance to resist. In an instant, they were reduced to bloody pulp.
Qian Renxue, despite being born with innate level 20 spirit power, was still only in her twenties—at most, a Soul Sage.
The moment Lan Minghua's might bore down, her pupils contracted to pinpoints, her body pinned helplessly against the ground.
Her disguise shattered completely.
"You dare, insolent brat!"
Without warning, Qian Daoliu's thunderous roar exploded outside the sect.
His Martial Spirit True Body manifested behind him, twelve radiant wings unfurling from the Six-Winged Angel, their brilliance blazing.
In his hand, the Angelic Holy Sword appeared, his spirit power surging as he cleaved down at the sword net.
"Boom!"
The prison of sword qi that the other Worshippers had failed to break crumbled beneath a single stroke of Qian Daoliu's blade.
Before anyone could react, Qian Daoliu streaked forward in a flash of light, appearing above Qian Renxue. With a wave of his hand, the oppressive aura dissipated.
Inside the sect, every combatant froze.
The reason was simple—each of them now felt an overwhelming, suffocating danger radiating from Qian Daoliu.
On the ground, Qian Renxue lifted her head with difficulty. The instant she saw the figure above her, the word burst from her lips.
"Grandfa—"
But before she could finish, Qian Daoliu silenced her with a glare.
Her heart sank with disappointment. She forced herself to change her words, bowing respectfully. "Great Worshipper."
The sight pained Qian Daoliu deeply.
For the sake of her future path to godhood, all human attachments had to be severed.
Since her childhood, he had forbidden her from calling him grandfather, demanding she address him as Great Worshipper.
Yet in truth, his love for her ran deep.
Thus, he turned all his fury toward Lan Minghua instead.
"You wretch! To dare ruin Spirit Hall's great plans—you deserve death!"
As his voice fell, golden spirit power erupted skyward, blending with the glow of the setting sun until the heavens blazed with color.
Clutching a sword of condensed golden spirit energy, Qian Daoliu struck down at Lan Minghua from above.
"Angelic Holy Sword—Cleave!"
The sheer might of the blow left those near Lan Minghua ashen-faced with terror.
After all, Qian Daoliu's Angelic Holy Sword was already the prototype of a divine technique, capable of crushing any mortal skill.
"Master, surely it's time you made a move?" Oscar said with a long, mournful face.
Yet Lan Minghua, facing the strike, remained utterly calm, his voice languid.
"He… still isn't qualified to make me take action."
The Spirit Hall Worshippers scoffed at once. "Ha! He's frozen stiff from fright and making excuses for his inevitable defeat."
Just then, a domineering voice thundered from the heavens.
"Arrogant!"
(End of Chapter)