Battle Qian Daoliu

"How dare you, you junior!"

Suddenly, a furious shout came from the horizon.

Immediately afterward, a golden figure flew towards Xia Yang at an alarming speed.

The newcomer was none other than the Second Worship of the Spirit Hall, the level 98 Peak Douluo, Golden Crocodile.

Seeing Qian Xunji crippled, Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes widened in fury. His right hand transformed into a giant crocodile claw, tearing through space as he aimed directly at Xia Yang.

"Soul Skill: Tear Crocodile Claw!"

Xia Yang was prepared for the attack from Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Eighth Soul Skill: Yasakani no Magatama!

With a flick of his Susanoo sent eight purple magatama flying out, colliding with the crocodile's claw.

Amid the explosion, Xia Yang remained motionless, Susanoo was completely unharmed.

Golden Crocodile Douluo also remained motionless, locked in a stalemate with Xia Yang.

"Old man, you're asking for it!"

Xia Yang's eyes turned cold, and white light gathered in his right fist once again, but this time the light was even brighter than before.

Ninth Soul Skill: Titan Sky Shattering Strike

Xia Yang unleashed a powerful strike with his right arm, and the white shockwave distorted and shattered space wherever it passed.

"Soul Skill: Nanman Power!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, his crocodile claws meeting the attack.

The two forces collided, producing a deafening explosion.

The onlookers covered their ears, and the lower-level Soul Master even bled from all seven orifices.

Then, after a stalemate of less than three seconds, cracks appeared in the Golden Crocodile Douluo's crocodile claws.

His expression changed drastically, and he tried to back away, but it was too late.

The power of Titan Sky Shattering Strike shattered Golden Crocodile Douluo's defenses with overwhelming force, striking him squarely in the chest.

The next second, Golden Crocodile Douluo flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing a large hole in the wall of the Douluo Hall.

"Puff!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo quickly stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, although he was not seriously injured, he still lost to Xia Yang.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The Pope the Spirit Hall was deposed, Second Worship was defeated in a single blow—all of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The representatives of all the major powers who were watching the ceremony were all dumbfounded, almost unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Xia Yang!!!"

Suddenly, a voice, seemingly from the heavens above, rang out in the sky.

The anger contained in that voice caused the heavens and earth to change color, the clouds to churn, and even the sunlight to dim.

Qian Daoliu arrived.

The Great Offering the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, an invincible being in the sky.

He didn't even show himself; his voice alone exuded a terrifying pressure.

The onlookers felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and some Soul Master whose cultivation level was lower than that of Soul Douluo even knelt down on the ground, trembling all over.

"You harmed my son, destroyed my palace, you're courting death!"

Qian Daoliu's voice came from the clouds, and then the sky was completely enveloped in golden holy light.

Seven Angel Phantom coalesced in the air, each radiating a suffocating pressure.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Sacred Judgment, Dance of the Seven Angels!"

This was not an attack of the level that Qian Xunji had unleashed.

The seven Angel Phantom simultaneously swung their swords, unleashing seven golden slashes that tore through space and locked onto Xia Yang from different angles.

Each of Qian Daoliu's slashes represents the judgment of an archangel.

The divine power it contained even dispelled the dark clouds in the sky.

At this moment, Xia Yang's expression was solemn; he clearly sensed Qian Daoliu's strength.

"I absolutely cannot withstand this attack."

Xia Yang thought to himself.

A level 99 Peerless Douluo's enraged attack is enough to instantly kill any Titled Douluo below level 95.

"This is the only one we can use."

Xia Yang took a deep breath and clenched his right hand in the air.

The Sea God Trident appeared out of thin air, its golden-blue light rivaling the golden holy light in the sky.

The Trident body shimmered with light, as if it bore the power of the entire ocean.

Xia Yang held the halberd in both hands, frantically pouring his Soul Power into it.

The Sea God Trident shone brightly, and the thirteen profound techniques emerged in his mind.

"The Sea God Thirteen Styles, the Third Form: Never to Return!"

Xia Yang's figure merged with the trident, transforming into a streak of azure light.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, charging directly at the seven angels and slashing at them.

"Boom--!!!".

The explosions continued incessantly.

The clouds in the sky were completely torn apart, revealing the sunlight above.

The shockwave destroyed most of the buildings surrounding the Spirit Hall. If Qian Daoliu hadn't intentionally controlled the area, the entire Spirit City would have been destroyed.

As the light faded, Xia Yang's figure was revealed.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his hands holding the halberd trembled slightly, clearly indicating that Xia Yang had not had an easy time receiving this blow.

However, Xia Yang accepted it in the end.

"Sea God Trident..."

For the first time, Qian Daoliu's voice carried a hint of surprise as he asked, "What is your relationship with Sea God Island?"

Xia Yang didn't answer, but simply wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned to leave.

He unleashed his full Soul Power, and his body shot into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

"Trying to leave?"

Qian Daoliu finally revealed himself.

It was an old man with golden hair and golden eyes, six wings on his back, and holy light surrounding him.

Qian Daoliu simply stood there, like the ruler of the sky, inspiring awe.

However, Xia Yang was also fast, and in the blink of an eye, he left Spirit City.

At this point, Qian Daoliu could no longer catch up.

After Xia Yang flew to the Spirit City, he immediately found Sea Dragon Douluo.

The two exchanged a glance, then accelerated simultaneously, transforming into two streaks of light and disappearing into the horizon.

Qian Daoliu in the Spirit Hall square, looking at the unconscious Qian Xunji and the slightly injured Golden Crocodile, his face ashen.

The oppressive aura of level ninety-nine was released without reservation, causing the entire Spirit City to tremble.

The representatives of the various powers who were attending the ceremony were horrified.

Today, they not only witnessed Xia Yang's terrifying strength, but also personally experienced the horror of a level 99 Titled Douluo.

It turns out that the gap between an ordinary Titled Douluo and Titled Douluo at level 99 is as vast as Heavenly Chasm.

"Today's Title Douluo Ceremony is now concluded. Everyone, please disperse!"

Qian Daoliu's icy voice echoed throughout the entire venue.

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, no one daring to meet his gaze.

The Title Douluo Ceremony was aborted halfway through.

The disciples of the Spirit Hall cautiously cleaned the plaza and carried Qian Xunji away for treatment.

Representatives from various factions hastily took their leave, eager to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible.

Qian Daoliu stood amidst the Ruins, gazing in the direction Xia Yang had departed, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

"Sea God Inheritance... Bo Saixi, is this the one you chose?"

He muttered to himself, then turned and walked toward the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu upright on the Pope throne, his cold gaze sweeping over the Titled Douluo standing solemnly in the hall.

The hall was silent; no one dared to speak.

With Qian Xunji crippled, no one knew what the Great Offering was thinking at that moment, fearing that a single wrong word might incur his wrath.

Time passed slowly.

Finally, Qian Daoliu broke the silence.

"Who can tell us what happened?"

The elders exchanged glances and then began to recount what they knew.

As the narrative progressed, Qian Daoliu gained a general understanding of the situation.