Qian Daoliu swung the light sword in his hand, and the Six-Winged Angel True Body behind him began to move as well.
The Angel True Body drew a magnificent holy sword, identical to the one in Qian Daoliu's hand, from the wildly burning Sacred Fire. It slashed horizontally toward the Fallen God with a brilliant, holy might meant to eradicate evil and cleanse the world.
Watching the holy fire heavy sword coming toward its dragon head, the Fallen God's dark red dragon face sank to the bottom. The aura that disgusted it, combined with the behavior of these two mortals daring to ignore it and swing their swords at it, made the rage in its heart uncontrollable. Blood-ink light permeated its Dragon Body, and boundless blood lightning exploded across the sky above the Dead Realm.
"Mere mortals, failing to revere a true god, shall suffer divine punishment!"
"Rumble—"
As the Fallen God finished speaking, the blood lightning in the sky gathered and condensed, roaring down as it transformed into a thousand-foot-long thunder axe, hacking down in a rage. It was as if the heavens themselves were truly furious and intended to execute a sinner.
Looking at the blood-colored thunder axe that seemed capable of severing heaven and earth, Qian Daoliu's eyes, beneath the holy light, held an unprecedented level of gravity and focus.
Strong! It was truly strong! It could be said that this was the most powerful attack Qian Daoliu had encountered since becoming a Soul Master; even Tang Chen, using the Great Sumeru Hammer, was still half a step behind it. However, sensing the monstrous resentment buried within that thunder axe, Qian Daoliu became even more determined to eradicate this evil. If such wickedness remained in the world, it would cause endless trouble.
"Little magic dragon, daring to compare yourself to a god, you must be slain!"
Qian Daoliu let out a loud shout and soared into the sky. The light of the holy sword in the hands of the Angel God statue grew even brighter, and without retreating in the slightest, he slashed fiercely at the thunder axe.
"Boom, boom."
Before the holy sword and the thunder axe even made contact, the holy flames and the resentment entwined around the blade and axe collided first.
Yet this time, the Sacred Fire, which had always been peerless against evil and ever-victorious, met with a setback; it could barely maintain its position within the sea of resentment coiled around the blood axe.
Seeing this, Qian Daoliu's expression darkened slightly, but all he could do was continue to swing his sword; the people of the Angel family would never retreat in the face of demons.
"Clang—"
The holy sword and the blood axe followed, colliding. Even though both were constructs of energy, they emitted a crisp sound like the clash of real blades. A piercing explosion and terrifying energy fluctuations rippled out between the sword and axe, instantly destroying everything in the vicinity.
Watching the battlefield in the sky, which looked like a myth reborn, the Chrysanthemum Ghost Two Douluo felt their mouths go dry. Qian Daoliu was only four levels higher than them, but the gap between them was truly like heaven and earth.
Having thoughts was fine, but having them on the battlefield was a problem. Just as the two were mesmerized by the scenery of the peak of the Soul Master World, the red and gold energy shockwave reached them.
Seeing the incoming energy wave, their expressions changed drastically, but it seemed too late to dodge.
Just as they were thinking of quickly mobilizing their Soul Power for protection, hoping to be injured as lightly as possible, two hands grabbed the back of their necks, and amidst a flash of silver light, they disappeared from where they stood.
"The two of you, it is better not to be distracted on the battlefield."
The person who acted and spoke was naturally Yun Ming. Since they were allies for now, he would save them if he could.
The two great Douluo felt ashamed, but they could only offer an awkward word of thanks.
"Many thanks, Young Master Yun."
Yun Ming gave an "en" and then stared intently at the battle ahead.
The display of strength is a bit off. Is it being suppressed by the will of the world?
Yun Ming thought to himself. But it could not be ruled out that the Fallen God was not serious during the first move; he would have to keep watching.
However, even if the opponent was not serious, it was true that Qian Daoliu could not win. The battle in the sky had only just begun, and Qian Daoliu had already fallen into a disadvantage. The holy sword not only failed to sever the evil but was gradually crumbling before the opponent's thunder axe. Veins bulged on Qian Daoliu's forehead, and the holy light around him stabilized the blade again and again, yet he could only be suppressed.
It was not just Yun Ming who noticed the unfavorable situation, but also the other Sea God High Priest who had been ordered to set out. Even though she knew that anyone who could make her receive an oracle and leave Sea God Island could not be a simple opponent, to be able to suppress Qian Daoliu in a single exchange—was this what a true god was? It was even more powerful than she had imagined!
However, while the two peerless masters had these thoughts, the Fallen God, as the party involved, did not think so.
At this moment, it was cursing the will of Douluo Star in its heart. After excluding some vulgar vocabulary, the general meaning was, "Damn world will, always ruining this god's good deeds."
Just as Yun Ming had anticipated, this Fallen God was a true god. Even if its true strength was only at the level of a God Official—the lowest rank among true gods—it was still a god, possessing a power that was not in the same realm as humans. The reason Qian Daoliu could barely hold on now was that the will of the world was suppressing the Fallen God's power, preventing it from exerting its full strength; otherwise, Qian Daoliu would be in a much more miserable state.
Of course, it was precisely because the world had this suppression that the God Realm had sent an oracle to dispatch the two peerless masters to attempt a resolution; otherwise, the Slaughter God under Asura would have descended long ago.
Seeing Qian Daoliu fall into a disadvantage, Bo Saixi also made her move. She raised her scepter with her fair hand, and the seventh soul ring at her feet lit up directly.
The golden phantom of the Sea God behind her enlarged and solidified. At the same time, circles of sky-blue ripples, like the ceaseless roar of ocean waves, expanded rapidly, soon shrouding the entire eastern region of Heaven Dou City. This was the innate domain of the Sea God martial soul: the Sea God Domain.
With the domain released, Bo Saixi did not stop her movements. She waved the scepter in her hand, and a voice of majesty, unlike her gentle appearance, issued from her lips.
"All Rivers Return to the Sea."
Following her low shout, all the water elements within the Sea God Domain began to condense toward the Dead Realm. From the large water in the moat, city waterways, and lakes, to the small water used for daily life in ordinary households, and even the water vapor contained in the air, everything was now converging toward the Dead Realm.
As a powerful Sea Soul Master, an inland city like Heaven Dou City did indeed affect Bo Saixi's performance, so she had to artificially create a home-field advantage.
The residents in the east of Heaven Dou City saw the sky filled with blood-red light, followed by the shining of holy light and various deafening roars. Knowing that powerful figures were at war, they began to flee toward the Martial Soul Hall in Heaven Dou City, having no time to care about water or anything else.
Watching the streams of water of all sizes continuously gathering from the sky and sinking into the massive crater of the Dead Realm, Yun Ming felt a sense of emotion. He was seeing the signature opening move of a Sea Soul Master again—creating a home-field advantage. He just wondered how she compared to Chen Xinjie in terms of strength!
With the preparations complete, Bo Saixi struck immediately. She suspended her scepter in mid-air, pressed her hands together in front of her chest, and her third soul ring suddenly lit up. Immediately after, countless water vapors surrounded her body, turning into blue light and spreading outward, then spreading in all directions like mercury pouring onto the ground. At the same time, her Spiritual Power blended perfectly into the blue light, becoming indistinguishable.
"Vast Sea, Blue Waves."
As her words fell, endless blue light soared into the sky, transforming into huge, surging waves. One layer after another, each wave stronger than the last, they crashed heavily toward the Fallen God.
Bo Saixi's abilities were water-based, while Qian Daoliu's were fire-based; it was inconvenient to fight the enemy together, so she would attack where the enemy was forced to defend!
Before he could suppress Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi's attack, carrying the Sea God Power, arrived. A fierce glint flashed in the Fallen God's eyes. It looked up and let out a "miserable" cry. Blood-ink colored divine fire rose on its illusory Dragon Body, its form spiraled in the air, and then it swung its tail out.
"Resentful Dragon Suppresses the Sea!"
Whether this move was actually called that was unclear, but that was what the Fallen God shouted, and the taunting effect was quite outstanding. The result was that Bo Saixi's beautiful eyes narrowed, the blue light on her body became even brighter, and the sound of the tsunami became even more deafening; clearly, she was becoming more serious.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang—"
Vast Sea, Blue Waves came one after another, and the Resentful Dragon tail-whip came blow after blow. The sea waves did not stop, the dragon tail turned into shadows, and they continuously launched a head-on collision. At first, facing the Fallen God's tail strikes, Bo Saixi's wave offensive was broken quickly, but as the accumulation characteristic of the waves kicked in, she was able to maintain a stalemate. This was partly because the Fallen God was distracted, dealing with two battlefields at once, but it also reflected the absolute power of Bo Saixi's cultivation.
On the other side, Qian Daoliu, having had the pressure shared by Bo Saixi, also found an opportunity to strike. The holy sword in his hand, appearing as tangible as reality, was slowly raised. The two wings on the hilt released ten thousand rays of light, and one could clearly see countless golden rays rapidly converging toward the sword. The attributes of divinity and fire merged into one, erupting completely as he slashed forward, a three-hundred-meter-long scarlet gold blade merging into the holy sword of the Angel True Body.
"Blazing Fire God Slaying Slash!"
The Six-Winged Angel True Body let out a roar and swung the sword with renewed force. Divinity never yields, and an angel would never bow to evil. The Sacred Fire, swelling against the wind, began its counterattack against the Sea of Resentment.
As if encountering a mortal enemy, instincts awakened; the war cry of the Six-Winged Angel and the shrieks of countless divine beasts echoed through the void. The Sacred Fire and the resentment evolved into thousands of divine forms, tearing at each other wantonly.
In the end, the angel's wings were broken and the beasts bled, but this great battle still ended in the angel's victory.
"Crack, crack—"
"Boom—"
Accompanied by the wailing of the beasts, the Thunder Axe was shattered by the Angel Holy Sword, exploding with a thunderous sound. Even though it was a pyrrhic victory with the massive Angel Holy Sword broken by nearly half, Qian Daoliu's frontal breakthrough had ultimately succeeded.
The Fallen God's divine skill was broken, and the inevitable backlash of divine power within his body caused his movements to stall for an instant. And this instant was Bo Saixi's opportunity.
Bo Saixi pushed her Soul Power to the limit, driving the power of the nine-fold surging 'Vast Sea, Blue Waves' to its peak. The heaven-defying giant wave, carrying the fury of the ocean, crashed down violently, intending to crush the evil-ridden monster dragon before her.
"Wah—"
By the time the Fallen God managed to stabilize the divine power within his body, the giant wave had already crashed down. The Fallen God could only let out a roar before being slapped in the face by waves possessing over ten thousand tons of force, slamming him into the artificial lake within the Dead Realm.
It wasn't over yet; with the Fallen God in the water, how could Bo Saixi let him off so easily? She picked up her scepter again, raised it above her head, and her sixth Spirit Ring lit up. The gem on the scepter shone brilliantly, and countless gorgeous blue-gold streams of light erupted as she shouted aloud.
"Sea God, Judgment!"
The Sea God True Body followed its master, the Golden Trident held high. A beam of Light of Judgment, formed by the fusion of water and light elements, condensed into a massive blue-gold pillar of light that descended from the sky, pointing directly at the Fallen God.
The blue-gold Light of Judgment entered the water without the slightest hesitation, landing directly on the Fallen God, who was still dizzy from the massive slap of the waves. Then, he truly had a taste of misery.
"Woooooo—"
One could only hear him let out a series of miserable screams—yes, this time they were screams. The illusory dragon body thrashed about within the Dead Realm, but it could do nothing to alleviate his agony.
Under the illumination of this warm light, the Fallen God's movements became extremely sluggish, and the divine power within his body dissipated like melting ice and snow. Large swaths of blood-colored resentment were purified, vanishing into nothingness.
However, the essence of the Fallen God was that of a true god after all, and the pain lasted only for a very short time. After initially adapting, he immediately released a high-quality Cursed Resentment Divine Power Shield to block the Light of Judgment, while simultaneously unleashing a breath attack to counter the light descending from the skyline.
"Fallen Roar!"
"Rumble—"
The two powerful energies collided and immediately exploded, turning into a red and blue sphere of light that devoured everything in the vicinity. The earth collapsed, the lake evaporated, and life withered. The East of the City area originally only had a large crater from the Dead Realm; after today's battle, it was estimated that Heaven Dou City would need to re-plan this urban district.
Yun Ming and the Chrysanthemum Ghost Two Douluo did not care about the gale caused by the collision of skills, watching with rapt attention. Gradually, the turbulence calmed, and no sound came from the center of the explosion.
None of them spoke; they all knew that given the strength the Fallen God had displayed, it was basically impossible for Bo Saixi to defeat the enemy in one blow. This was just a halftime break.
Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi were equally aware of this, and they were also on guard against the Fallen God's counterattack.
Suddenly, Yun Ming felt a very subtle spatial fluctuation coming from the center of the explosion. He immediately warned Qian Daoliu and the other.
"Grand Offerings, chase him! He wants to run."
As he spoke, a silver light flashed on his body, and he was the first to charge into the explosion site.
Qian Daoliu did not sense the spatial fluctuation, but seeing Yun Ming charge in directly, he knew the kid wouldn't act without reason. He also turned into a streak of light, heading into the Dead Realm.
Bo Saixi was confused, but she chose to trust Qian Daoliu and followed suit.
The two entered, waving their hands to sweep away the smoke and chaotic Soul Power waves. Inside the Dead Realm, the Fallen God was nowhere to be seen, leaving only Yun Ming, who was closing his eyes to sense the Fallen God's direction.
Seeing that the dragon was truly gone, Qian Daoliu spoke up.
"Yun kid, can you sense where he went?"
Yun Ming searched while responding.
"I can, just a moment."
Hearing Yun Ming's affirmative reply, Qian Daoliu felt a bit more at ease and signaled for Bo Saixi to wait.
Bo Saixi felt it was rather strange that Qian Daoliu would listen to a child like this. However, she had tried just now and couldn't sense anything at all, so she could only choose to believe him now.
After about three minutes, Yun Ming opened his eyes, looked at the four people in front of him, and said.
"Found him."
As he spoke, to the astonishment of everyone, he quickly condensed a Teleportation Array, and a few seconds later, they all vanished.
And just as Yun Ming was tracking the dragon, in a dense forest ten miles east of the Dead Realm, the magic dragon known as the 'Fallen God' was, of course, not really running away; he was making his final preparations. He was going to quietly break through the shackles of the world and then slaughter everyone.
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