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That voice made everyone's eardrums tremble, and they instinctively lifted their heads toward the sky.
Qian Daoliu felt a soul power no weaker than his own. Narrowing his eyes, he stared intently into the heavens.
At this moment, the Angelic Sacred Sword descended upon Lan Minghua, carrying a destructive might capable of obliterating everything.
Where the sword's light passed, space itself seemed to rip apart, and its golden brilliance illuminated the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Just as the strike was about to land, a massive cyan palm print suddenly manifested in the sky.
That palm print appeared as though it had descended from beyond the Ninth Heaven, brimming with boundless authority. It came crashing down from above, meeting Qian Daoliu's Angelic Sacred Sword head-on.
"Boom!"
The instant the cyan palm print collided with the Angelic Sacred Sword, a thunderous explosion shook the heavens.
In that moment, terrifying energy waves erupted, sweeping in all directions.
Lan Minghua quickly raised his hand, conjuring a golden barrier that shielded Oscar and the others.
At the same time, Qian Daoliu also acted, protecting Qian Renxue from the violent aftershocks.
But aside from these few, most of the weaker people present were slain instantly by the devastating energy.
Even Tang Hao, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and the Worships of Spirit Hall were unable to withstand the force. All were blasted away.
As for the once-magnificent Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was reduced to rubble in that instant.
"This… this is impossible!"
Tang Hao steadied himself in midair with great difficulty, his face full of shock as he gazed upward.
He had never imagined that anyone could withstand Qian Daoliu's full-strength attack head-on.
And he wasn't the only one—Spirit Hall's Worships were even more astonished.
After all, they knew better than anyone the extent of Qian Daoliu's terrifying strength.
It was precisely because of that knowledge that their shock was even greater when someone managed to stop him.
Inside the barrier, Oscar and the others surveyed the ruins of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, their throats dry as they swallowed hard.
Never had they thought that a sect that had stood on the continent for so long would meet such an absurd end.
It had been reduced to ruins merely from being unable to withstand the aftershocks of two experts' battle.
Up in the sky, Qian Daoliu's face grew solemn, a trace of dread flashing through his eyes.
As the High Priest of the Angel God, he possessed near-godlike strength and was hailed as the strongest beneath divinity itself.
Yet, this cyan palm print had managed to stand on equal footing with his Angelic Sacred Sword.
First, there was Lan Minghua, whose strength he already found unfathomable. Now, another figure of equal power had emerged. How could this not stir a storm in his heart?
Just then, a figure descended through the void.
Barefoot, each of his steps caused the very air to tremble under his overwhelming might.
In only a few strides, he crossed an immense distance.
As he drew closer, everyone finally saw his face clearly.
Long gray-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall to his waist, and his features were as sharp and flawless as a jade carving.
Between his brows lay a three-inch cyan vertical mark, lending him an aura of mystery and majesty.
This man was none other than the Arrogant Brother, Yun Shan.
Yun Shan—a level ninety-nine Titled Douluo, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
Although Qian Daoliu was known as a Limit Douluo with a half-divine body, Yun Shan was in no way inferior.
Even Wu Song, one of the golden-ranked figures of moderate quality, possessed a domain that could elevate his strength to the ninety-ninth rank.
How then could Yun Shan, the highest quality among the golden-ranked characters, lack a method to elevate his own power?
Eventually, Yun Shan stopped a short distance from Qian Daoliu. His gaze was direct and unrestrained as he sized up the High Priest.
Qian Daoliu felt a flicker of irritation under that look but chose not to lash out.
After all, it was better to gain a friend than make another enemy.
Especially an enemy no weaker than himself.
Thus, he steadied his tone and asked, "Who might you be? Why do you interfere with me?"
But Yun Shan gave no reply. He simply studied Qian Daoliu silently.
Only after a long pause did he finally speak in a calm voice: "Your bearing is commendable, but your strength is rather lacking."
The entire battlefield fell silent at those words.
Spirit Hall's Worships widened their eyes in disbelief, their mouths forming perfect O's.
Even Tang Hao and the others felt as though thunder had exploded in their hearts.
Your bearing is commendable, but your strength is rather lacking.
The sentence echoed in their minds, impossible to forget.
Qian Daoliu's face darkened. For him, a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo, to have his strength questioned—it was an intolerable insult.
Just as he was about to speak, Yun Shan slowly descended, stopping before Lan Minghua.
Inside the barrier, Oscar and the others instinctively took a large step back.
Only by hiding behind Lan Minghua did they feel any sense of safety.
Oscar, however, reacted too slowly and missed the chance.
Now, when he tried to squeeze himself in, he was unceremoniously kicked out.
Lan Minghua looked at the boy rolling and scrambling at his side, his expression full of helpless frustration.
He smacked Oscar's head lightly, sighing: "Seriously, brat, what are you doing?"
Oscar rubbed his head with a pitiful look. "Teacher, the enemy is at hand! My small body can't handle it. If I don't hide, isn't that just courting death?"
At this, Yun Shan chuckled softly.
Then, under the gaze of all present, he clasped his hands respectfully toward Lan Minghua. "Sect Master."
Lan Minghua smiled faintly. "Grand Elder, there's no need for such formality between us."
The moment he said this, the entire crowd erupted in uproar.
"What? He's the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect!" Tang Xiao's eyes widened, staring at Yun Shan in disbelief.
The expressions of Spirit Hall's Worships also shifted dramatically.
They had long known that Lan Minghua had the Heavenly Dragon Sect behind him, but none had ever taken it seriously.
Spirit Hall and the Upper Three Sects had ruled the continent for countless years. No faction had ever been able to surpass them.
Thus, the so-called Heavenly Dragon Sect was dismissed as nothing more than a second-rate force.
Who would have thought that the man capable of withstanding Qian Daoliu's attack was actually its Grand Elder—and that he addressed Lan Minghua with such respect?
In this world where the strong devour the weak, strength was the only true authority.
If Yun Shan treated him this way, then Lan Minghua's true strength was even more unfathomable.
Only now did everyone realize that Lan Minghua's earlier words—"Qian Daoliu isn't worthy of me personally making a move"—had not been a lie.
Qian Daoliu's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing at Lan Minghua and Yun Shan.
"No wonder you dare to act so arrogantly. So, you have such backing. But do you really think the two of you alone can stand against my Spirit Hall?"
Before his words had even finished, Spirit Hall's Worships appeared behind him, unleashing their martial souls and spirit rings.
Lan Minghua chuckled lightly, still lounging lazily on his chair, completely unfazed by Qian Daoliu's threat.
"Qian Daoliu, you overestimate Spirit Hall far too much—and underestimate the foundation of my Heavenly Dragon Sect."
Yun Shan stepped forward, his eyes sharp as lightning as he met Qian Daoliu's gaze.
In the next moment, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise appeared in the sky, joining the five-person group led by Ying Xian.
Together, they released their spirit rings without hesitation.
In an instant, each of the nine unleashed a crimson spirit ring that hung in the sky, their combined aura instantly suppressing that of Spirit Hall's Worships.
"How is that possible! They all possess hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!"
The Worships of Spirit Hall were stunned. Among them, only Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo had such spirit rings.
Everyone else's ninth spirit ring was merely a black ten-thousand-year ring.
Seeing the Heavenly Dragon Sect's lineup, each one bearing a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, Qian Daoliu's face grew even darker.
Damn it! Can there truly be so many hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts on the continent?
Why is it that every Titled Douluo of the Heavenly Dragon Sect possesses one?
As confusion and frustration roiled within him, a figure wreathed in killing intent suddenly descended from the sky, dragging a corpse into the ruins of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
It was Wu Song. Though drenched in blood, his aura remained as fierce as ever.
Casually tossing the corpse aside, he turned toward Lan Minghua with a grin. "Sect Master, I'm not late, am I?"
Lan Minghua's lips curved into a faint smile. "Of course not. You've arrived just in time."
But the moment the Spirit Hall members saw Wu Song, their faces changed drastically.
For they knew Qian Daoliu had dispatched Golden Crocodile Douluo to deal with him.
When they recognized the corpse at Wu Song's feet, Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted violently, disbelief flooding his face.
"That… that's Golden Crocodile!"
(End of Chapter)