Yet faced with such a killing blow, Zhang Fei showed no fear. Instead, the ferocity in his eyes surged, and his fighting spirit soared to its peak!
He suddenly drew a deep breath, his chest expanding violently like bellows as dark-red baleful energy rose straight into the sky around him like wolf smoke!
The blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Ninth Soul Ring behind him blazed brightly, completely merging with the aura around him!
"Ninth Soul Skill! Feral Beast Bloodline!"
"ROAR!!!"
That final sound was no longer speech, but a true roar—as if it had come from the primordial ancient era, capable of roaring down stars and shouting rivers apart!
"Roar at Dangyang Bridge!!!"
"BOOM—!!!!!!!!!!!"
A terrifying pillar of sound, visible to the naked eye and mingling dark-red baleful energy with pure sonic waves, as though it could pierce heaven and earth,
erupted from Zhang Fei's mouth and collided head-on with Mighty Lion Douluo's silent "Soul Shattering Heaven Smiting Roar"!
The two roars, both representing the ultimate extremes of power and destruction, violently collided in midair!
At that instant, heaven and earth fell silent, and all things lost their color!
There was only the annihilation of ultimate energy and the collision of laws!
Blinding white light swallowed everything!
Energy currents too violent to imagine poured madly in every direction like world-destroying beasts breaking free of their cages!
"CRACK—RUMBLE—!!!"
Though the barrier blocked most of it, the terrifying energy still surged toward the spectator stands like a tsunami!
"Aah—!"
"Help!"
In the nearby viewing areas, some Soul Masters whose strength was merely at the Soul King or Soul Emperor level
did not even have time to let out a complete scream before they were swept up by the aftershocks containing both soul attacks and physical tearing force.
Their eyes bulged, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they were literally frightened and shaken to death on the spot!
Bodies fell in swathes like cut wheat!
Even the Titled Douluo paled in horror,
frantically releasing their Soul Power at full force to protect themselves and those around them. The scene descended into chaos!
At the center of the storm—
the destructive shockwave formed by the "Soul Shattering Heaven Smiting Roar," before Zhang Fei's ancient-spanning "Roar at Dangyang Bridge,"
was like a wave striking a reef, forcibly torn apart, crushed, and annihilated from the middle!
The remaining pillar of roaring sound slammed solidly into Mighty Lion Douluo's Martial Soul Avatar!
"PFFT—!!!!"
Mighty Lion Douluo seemed to have been struck by the warhammer of an Ancient Giant God. His massive Blazing Lion True Body instantly filled with cracks before collapsing with a boom!
He himself sprayed blood wildly and shot backward like a torn sack, moving so fast that he left a glaring streak of blood across the air!
He felt as though his soul had been shaken out of his body by that roar. His vision went black, his ears filled with endless ringing, and his consciousness rapidly blurred.
He could only feel his body flying uncontrollably, along with the cold, hard aura of death rapidly approaching.
If he struck solidly, even with the physique of a Peak Douluo, he would certainly die!
At that critical moment—
a sacred, gentle golden light carrying vast, irresistible divine might
arrived later yet overtook him, appearing like a teleportation spell along Mighty Lion Douluo's path of retreat.
A slender, steady palm, seemingly formed from the purest elements of light, gently pressed against Mighty Lion Douluo's back.
There was no earthshaking collision, no explosive blast of energy.
The terrifying kinetic force capable of smashing down mountains vanished without a trace beneath that palm's casual, slight push, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Mighty Lion Douluo's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. He limply collapsed into the arms of the figure surrounded by golden light, completely unconscious, his breath as faint as a candle flame in the wind.
Qian Daoliu held Mighty Lion Douluo with one arm, his snow-white hair flying amid the still-unsettled energy currents.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze crossing the billowing dust and the fading ripples of sound before landing at the other end of the arena
on that pitch-black figure whose chest heaved violently, yet who still stood proudly upright with the Eighteen-Foot Snake Lance braced against the ground.
Deep in his eyes, an unprecedented trace of gravity and sternness quietly passed.
King's Hall... Zhang Yide...
Level 95, defeating level 97 head-on. Roar against roar, a complete victory.
Was this your true foundation?
The Martial Soul Hall Grand Enshriner stood still as the abyss, his snow-white hair gently stirring in the night breeze.
The entire venue was dead silent.
Zhang Fei's star-shaking "Roar at Dangyang Bridge" had not only shattered Mighty Lion Douluo's Ninth Soul Skill,
but seemed to have also roared apart Spirit Hall's seemingly unbreakable barrier of confidence, forged from a century of accumulated prestige.
After a long while.
A nearly inaudible sigh, seeming to bear the weight of endless years, drifted softly from Qian Daoliu's lips.
The sigh was light, yet it seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun, heavily pressing upon the hearts of everyone concerned with this matter.
He slowly lifted his head. On that handsome face, youthful in appearance yet containing the vicissitudes of countless ages,
a nearly weary indifference appeared clearly for the first time. Deep within those profound, starry eyes,
it seemed that some flame which had always burned without ever going out dimmed slightly at that moment.
"Enough..."
Qian Daoliu's voice was calm and unruffled, yet it carried the desolation of dust finally settling.
"We lost."
Those six words echoed clearly through the silent canyon.
There was no resentful roar, no heated argument, only a candid admission.
But behind that candor lay the bitterest fruit Spirit Hall had no choice but to swallow after suffering successive setbacks and having its prestige swept away ever since the Heavenly Ranking appeared.
He raised his hand slightly, and light gathered in his palm.
It was not the gentle Light of Life from the Holy Grail he had handed over earlier, but a brilliant golden radiance, sharp and domineering, as though it could judge all sin and punishment in the world!
A long sword of ancient design, seemingly forged from pure elements of light and some immortal metal, slowly materialized.
The blade was slender. The instant it appeared, it emitted supreme majesty capable of cutting through laws and judging all things!
Divine Artifact—the Blade of Sanction!
Qian Daoliu's gaze rested upon the holy sword for a moment. An exceptionally complicated and unreadable emotion flickered deep within his eyes before finally sinking into silence.
He loosened his five fingers, and the Blade of Sanction turned into a streak of light, flying steadily toward Lin Jiang at the other end of the arena with ceremonial slowness and solemnity.
Lin Jiang remained composed, the faint smile still on his lips, as if what he was receiving was not a world-shaking Divine Artifact, but merely an ordinary congratulatory gift.
He reached out and made a grasping motion. The streak of light dispersed, and the Blade of Sanction obediently hovered before him. Even its sharp Sword Intent seemed to restrain itself somewhat before its powerful new master.
His fingers lightly brushed over the cold blade, which contained boundless Divine Power. Lin Jiang secretly mused, a satisfied curve lifting at an angle no one could see.
The two supreme treasures Spirit Hall obtained from the Heavenly Ranking—the Holy Grail and the Blade of Sanction—have now both fallen into my hands.
As Qian Daoliu watched Lin Jiang accept the Divine Artifact, the light in his eyes completely dimmed, like the last rays of sunset sinking behind the western mountains.
He slowly spoke, his voice still steady but carrying a hoarseness born of exhaustion:
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