Da Ming did not finish speaking, but the meaning was already obvious. This sacred aura was the symbol of the Angel Martial Soul, so it went without saying who was becoming a god.
"Could the Angel God from Ten Thousand Years Ago be appearing again?"
"Go! Stop him!"
Da Ming and Er Ming charged toward the center of the light, which was the Imperial Palace of the Sun Moon Empire.
Xiao Chenlong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the four Enshrined were guarding Qian Daoliu.
This was the final stage of Qian Daoliu's ascension to godhood. Nothing could go wrong.
"Hm? Someone's coming, and they're not weak. Who could it be?"
With a flicker, Xiao Chenlong appeared in front of Da Ming and Er Ming. Seeing him suddenly block their path, Er Ming shouted, "Brat, get lost! Don't block the way."
"Who did I think it was? So it's you two beasts, Da Ming and Er Ming. Tang San sent you, didn't he?"
"Who are you? How do you know us?"
"I am the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son. You may not know me, but that doesn't matter. No passage ahead. Trespassers—die!"
As the final word, "die," left Xiao Chenlong's mouth, Da Ming and Er Ming both felt a chill run through their hearts.
"Arrogant brat, I'll crush you first."
Er Ming swung his palm down at Xiao Chenlong.
"Er Ming, watch out!"
Two bolts of lightning shot from Xiao Chenlong's eyes. Da Ming reacted swiftly and shoved Er Ming aside, but Er Ming's shoulder was still pierced through.
Had Da Ming reacted even a little slower, it would not have been Er Ming's shoulder that was pierced, but his heart.
"What terrifying attack power!"
Er Ming clutched his shoulder, his eyes filled with wariness. He had truly brushed past death