Just a month ago, Qian Daoliu, the pillar of the Spirit Hall, returned in secret.
He was different from his previous immortal appearance.
This time, Qian Daoliu's body was covered in blood, a large hole gaped in his chest, and his left arm was twisted at a strange angle. Even more horrifying, half of his skull was sliced open by a sharp weapon, and his brain visibly trembled with each breath.
With such severe injuries, any other spirit master would have long since died. Only because Qian Daoliu was so powerful could he barely support himself and return to the Spirit Hall.
Apart from Qian Renxue, no one knew that the invincible Angel Douluo was almost beaten to death.
"Grandfather."
Qian Renxue sat by the bedside, sobbing.
The severely wounded Qian Daoliu was lying on the bed, gently stroking Qian Renxue's hair with his intact right hand, speaking softly.
"Xiaoxue'er, be good, don't cry."
"Grandfather is fine, but I fear I have become useless. In the future, you'll have to rely on yourself. Against Bibi Dong, you can only count on yourself."
As he spoke, tears silently streamed from Qian Daoliu's eyes.
The once-invincible Angel Douluo of the heavens had become a cripple.
Even though his words were optimistic, how could he truly accept it?
Unfortunately—
Tang Chen was still the undefeated Tang Chen.
Though corroded by the Rakshasa God for years, his strength remained terrifyingly powerful.
Recalling the earth-shattering battle between them in Slaughter City, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but tremble.
At that time, as soon as he and Tang Chen began fighting, he unleashed all his angelic power, illuminating Tang Chen with divine light.
Sure enough, under the radiance of angelic power symbolizing light, Tang Chen spread his wings and froze within the holy light, his face twisted in a terrifying expression.
In this stalemate, invisible black mist continuously emerged from Tang Chen's body, and his appearance gradually transformed.
The turning point came when the faint sword-shaped magic mark on Tang Chen's forehead suddenly glowed brightly.
His previously bloodless pale face flushed with an unhealthy red, his massive wings shattered into ashes, and his red hair gradually turned black. A thin layer of crimson light surrounded him, even blocking the angel's divine light.
What shocked Qian Daoliu most was this—
Wasn't it said that Tang Chen's body would collapse after absorbing Rakshasa divine power?
Why was his aura growing stronger and stronger?
Faced with Tang Chen's seemingly exponentially growing aura, the enraged Qian Daoliu took the initiative.
Without hesitation, he revealed his true angelic form and unleashed his strongest soul skill and only 100,000-year-old soul skill: the Holy Angel Sword.
The massive holy sword, wrapped in angelic divine power, pointed downward, stabbing toward Tang Chen's head in midair.
Under the pressure of the Holy Angel Sword, Tang Chen, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide. A crimson light burst behind him, and a massive red hammer, covered with countless majestic magical patterns, appeared from thin air.
However, once the Clear Sky Hammer appeared, it immediately began to melt and rapidly transformed into a giant blood-red sword.
Tang Chen grasped the giant sword with both hands, and a pure murderous aura erupted like a tsunami in all directions. His body was bathed in red light, and the massive sword swung upward with overwhelming momentum to meet the Holy Angel Sword.
After a deafening explosion,
Half of Slaughter City was destroyed by the terrifying energy collision.
The sinners crawling on the ground were buried under falling boulders in an instant, and all fell silent.
Bright sunlight poured down.
Under the violent clash of the Holy Angel Sword and the Shura Sword, the earth and rocks above Slaughter City were blasted away, allowing the city, which had never seen sunlight, to witness the sun for the first time.
Qian Daoliu's hand broke at the knuckles. Under Tang Chen's brutal assault, he realized he had no power to resist.
How could this be! So powerful!
The terrified Qian Daoliu retreated again and again. If earlier he had thoughts of killing Tang Chen and taking the Shura Sword, now all he wanted was to escape before Tang Chen killed him.
They were both level 99—why was Tang Chen so much stronger?
Back then, Tang Chen was only half a move stronger than him.
After that earth-shattering sword clash, Tang Chen didn't immediately pursue him but stood still, tilting his head to look at Qian Daoliu, as if recalling something.
"You are... Qian Daoliu?"
Tang Chen's voice was hoarse, as though he hadn't spoken in a long time.
Qian Daoliu retreated cautiously. He no longer had any intention of fighting Tang Chen and only wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.
Seeing his reaction, Tang Chen's eyes flashed with deep sorrow.
"Were you trying to kill me just now?"
"Speak!"
"Qian Daoliu, answer me. Were you trying to kill me just now!"
Tang Chen stepped forward, and with each step, the murderous aura on his body grew stronger.
Qian Daoliu swallowed hard, waved his hands repeatedly, and defended himself.
"No, it was all a misunderstanding."
"Heh heh—hahaha—"
Hearing his answer, Tang Chen laughed heartily, his once-hoarse voice becoming sharp with rage.
"Misunderstanding?"
"Qian Daoliu, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
"It seems you already knew the sword in my hand was the Shura Sword of the God of Shura, and you also knew the inheritance of the God of Shura was here."
"Hmph, your Spirit Hall is truly like a dog that can't stop eating filth. Whenever you see something good, you want to take it for yourself."
"Qian Daoliu, Qian Daoliu, I never expected that our decades of friendship couldn't compare to this Shura Sword."
Suddenly, Tang Chen's eyes turned blood-red, and he roared, "Qian Daoliu! Go to hell!!!"
The two level 99 Title Douluo clashed again.
But this time, it was different from their rivalry decades ago.
After being purified by the Rakshasa's power and regaining the power of Shura, Tang Chen's body had reached a demi-god level. With such terrifying enhancements, the Shura Sword, fused with the Clear Sky Hammer, had doubled its power.
Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu had made no progress in all these years. Once they fought, Tang Chen easily overpowered him.
Fortunately, the angelic divine power could heal wounds, and under the sunlight, Qian Daoliu could regain some strength while flying in the sky.
Initially, he wanted to use his six wings to escape, but Tang Chen was no ordinary spirit master. Having fought Qian Daoliu many times, he easily dragged him back to the ground.
In their battle, the entire Slaughter City was flattened like it was shelled, completely destroyed. No sinner with blood on their hands survived.
The battle lasted seven days.
Just when Qian Daoliu was about to be beaten to death by Tang Chen, Tang Chen's body couldn't hold on any longer.
With a sigh of regret, Tang Chen, once the strongest man on the continent who had dominated the world and nearly killed Qian Daoliu, finally fell.
Only the giant blood-red sword remained.
Qian Daoliu, who narrowly escaped death, finally noticed Yu Xiaowei after Tang Chen collapsed.
However, he did not mention that Tang Chen's body managed to endure for seven full days before finally giving out.
Looking at his half-paralyzed body, Qian Daoliu couldn't hold back his tears. The Shura power that had entered his body caused irreparable damage.
His spirit power, once at level 99, permanently dropped to level 69 due to these fatal injuries, leaving him completely crippled.
And so, for the sake of the Shura Sword,
Two of the top spirit masters who once ruled the Douluo Continent—one died, and the other was crippled.
The old era had come to an end.
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