Above the dark sky, a massive jet-black hammer fell from the clouds to the ground. A golden bird flapped its wings, but it could not escape the protection of the colossal hammer.
Qian Daoliu's figure looked tiny beneath the immense black hammer, and an infinite pressure bore down upon him.
He had no way to avoid it.
"Tang Chen, it's still too early for you to take my life."
Unable to dodge, Qian Daoliu didn't try to avoid it at all. With his left hand, he wiped the Angelic Sacred Sword, and the blood of the Angel God's bloodline stained the artifact bright red.
In faraway Wuhun City, the Hall of Elders, which enshrined the statue of the Angel, suddenly exploded in radiant holy light, and a golden pillar of light shot up to the sky.
There was an angelic apparition within it, facing Qian Daoliu, and the power of the Angel God was revealed to all believers.
All the believers in Wuhun City, whom he protected and who worshiped him, knelt in devout reverence.
Across the continent, especially in remote mountain villages like the small Holy Soul Village, people joined hands, faced the pillar of light, and silently chanted the name of the Angel God in their hearts.
They were illiterate, but they knew that without the Spirit Hall Spirit Masters who awakened their spirits for free, they and their descendants might never escape the suffering of poverty.
They believed that the Angel God worshipped by the Spirit Masters of the Spirit Hall would bring them peace and stability. Anyone who opposed the Angel God must be the most evil being in the world.
Just like Village Elder Jack of Holy Soul Village, he happily awaited the annual visit of Spirit Hall Spirit Masters to awaken the children's spirits, and he was full of disgust for the enemies of the Angel God.
The pure faith cultivated by Spirit Hall for ten thousand years was now channeled across the entire Douluo Continent into the shadow of the Angel God within the pillar of light. The golden-eyed angel opened its eyes and saw Qian Daoliu praying for protection.
Angelic light burst from its eyes, piercing the limits of space and time, and landed on the Angelic Sacred Sword under everyone's gaze on the battlefield.
Qian Daoliu only felt the immense energy from the Angelic Sacred Sword spreading through his body.
The true body of the Angel was released, and a massive golden figure stood over the battlefield. Looking closely, its appearance resembled Qian Daoliu, but its features were softer.
The golden shadow held the Angelic Sacred Sword and met the descending Clear Sky Hammer head-on. The clash caused an earth-shattering explosion and thunderous roar.
On the battlefield, many weaker soul masters from both sides who had already retreated were killed instantly by the blast, their internal organs shattered.
"Tang Chen!!!"
Sensing something was wrong, the Title Douluo from both sides paused the battle and retreated from the main battlefield. Only Bibi Dong and the crazed Bo Saixi continued to fight.
Seeing the man she hadn't seen in decades, the one she cherished deeply, vanish in the explosion, Bo Saixi roared in fury.
The true body of the Sea God activated. She struck the Sea God Trident into the air, sending out waves that temporarily repelled Bibi Dong.
Then, Bo Saixi flew directly into the chaotic energy field in the sky caused by the collision of two immense powers. The light of the Sea God bloomed, calming the wildly fluctuating energy around her.
Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu fell helplessly from the sky. Bo Saixi quickly acted, water gently supporting Tang Chen and bringing him to her.
Bo Saixi checked Tang Chen's condition and saw he was still alive. She immediately retrieved a white pill from her soul guide and fed it to him.
This was a sacred healing medicine kept by the Sea God Island, made from 100,000-year-old white jade coral. Bo Saixi only had this one.
After he swallowed the pill, Tang Chen's breathing finally steadied slightly, and Bo Saixi felt a bit of relief.
After decades of waiting, to face a life-and-death separation just after reuniting with her beloved—this pain was unbearable.
On the other side, Bibi Dong frowned and reluctantly caught the falling Qian Daoliu. She still needed his strength, and now was not the time to let him die.
This also prevented Qian Daoliu from becoming the first and only peerless Douluo to fall to his death in the history of the Douluo Continent.
Both Sea Horse Douluo and Sea Ghost Douluo had already died in earlier clashes. The Heaven Dou Empire could no longer fight and retreated under Bo Saixi's command.
Tang San, leading the retreating team, looked back at the Spirit Hall with hatred in his eyes. Next time, he would definitely avenge his mother.
Spirit Hall, concerned about Qian Daoliu's condition, chose not to pursue. They quickly brought him back to the ruins of Jialing City to seek healing from Spirit Masters.
Nearly every titled expert kept their eyes on Bibi Dong, afraid the madwoman might launch another surprise attack.
Once Qian Daoliu's condition stabilized, they left the ruined Jialing City and returned to Spirit Hall with the remaining Spirit Masters.
No one noticed that on a distant hill, two Spirit Masters in Star Crown Sect uniforms stepped out from an area that had seemed empty. Xu Mingguang dispelled the surrounding illusion and glanced at Xu Mingwei. The two of them rushed toward the Star Luo battlefield—they had to report this situation to the sect immediately.
Their speed far surpassed that of the injured Title Douluo's messengers from Spirit Hall.
Xu Mingxi, who was fighting the Golden Crocodile Douluo on the Star Luo battlefield, suddenly sensed a familiar mental force trying to enter his mind.
As the golden crocodile attacked again, he activated his Invincible Golden Body, took the blow head-on, and launched the Burning Sun Cannon, blasting his opponent to a distant hill.
Using this moment, Xu Mingxi released his thoughts, and all that had occurred on the Heaven Dou battlefield flashed before his eyes like an illusion.
As the golden crocodile charged out of the hill, Xu Mingxi had already made his decision and softly uttered a name—Guang Ling.
"Hmph, you saw that giant angelic shadow earlier and still haven't given up? With your strength, you could earn a great position in the Spirit Empire."
"Senior Golden Crocodile, you must be joking. The outcome is still uncertain. It's far too early to say who will win."
"Stubborn."
The Golden Crocodile launched another attack. Unseen by him, Xu Mingguang received Xu Mingxi's signal and locked his gaze on Guangling Douluo, who was surrounded by the Second Elder, Fourth Elder, and Dugu Bo on the battlefield.
"Brother Mingwei, I'll leave it to you."
"Don't worry. I won't let anyone harm you—not even a little."
Nodding to Xu Mingwei, Xu Mingguang focused all his mental power. At his current level 93 strength, he had to give his all to trap a peak level 96 Super Douluo in an illusion from a distance.