Qian Daoliu is hovering in front of Angel God Statue.
He didn't speak, didn't move, didn't even release any Soul Power.
The entire Spirit City air froze at that moment.
It was something older and more essential, like time and space itself suspended in front of him.
Then he moved.
Six huge golden wings unfolded from behind him, each one as condensed as its substance, and the feathers were filled with shining divine light.
That is the body of Angel Martial Soul, the sacred brand that has been flowing in the blood of the Qian Family for thousands of years.
The moment the six wings unfolded, the holy fire in Angel God Statue's palm suddenly shot up, changing from gold to platinum, illuminating the entire Spirit City as bright as day.
The idol comes alive.
Angel God Statue, which had never changed for many years, resonated with Angel Martial Soul of Qian Daoliu at this moment.
Golden lines appeared on the stone wings, like blood vessels, like veins, like some kind of will that had been sleeping for a long time was awakening.
Spirit City is boiling.
That is kneeling down.
The residents of the city woke up from their sleep, opened their windows, and saw that the statue of the god that had stood for thousands of years was glowing.
The old man took the child and knelt in front of the window, reciting a prayer with trembling lips.
The patrol taxi soldier put down his weapon, knelt on one knee, lowered his head and did not dare to look directly.
Even the caravans, travelers, and wandering Soul Master in the inn outside the city stopped at that moment.
"Angel God appears..."
"A miracle... a miracle..."
"Long live Spirit Hall! Long live Angel God!"
Sound surged from every corner of the city, formed a tide, overflowed the city walls, and poured into Great Soul Arena.
Within Great Soul Arena, one hundred thousand people can no longer stand.
The audience in the front row knelt down, then the middle row, and then the back row.
Like dominoes, layer by layer, until no one is still standing in the entire venue.
At the VIP table, representatives of various missions knelt on the ground. Officials from the Heaven Dou Empire mission hesitated for a moment and then knelt down as well.
Xue Qinghe did not kneel, she sat there with her fingers clenched on the armrest.
Her eyes were fixed on the figure with six wings spread out, and golden light was beating in the depths of her pupils.
That is the resonance deep in her bloodline, the yearning for the origin of the descendants of angels.
She had seen her grandfather's Angel Martial Soul, but she had never seen him really unfold.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin did not kneel.
He stood there with his hand on the hilt of the sword, but he could not pull it out.
Level ninety-nine. Demigod.
For the first time, I saw the strong man who defeated his father!
His lips moved and his voice was dry. "This is... the power of Limit Douluo..."
Ning Fengzhi didn't say anything. He dropped his cane on the ground but didn't pick it up.
Shrek On the other side, Flender's knees bent a bit and straightened again.
He gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, and did not kneel.
Liu Erlong supported Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang stared at Qian Daoliu,
There was fear, awe, and something inexplicable in his eyes.
Tang San did not kneel.
He held Xiao Wu's hand and stood there, looking at the six-winged figure.
His body was shaking, but his knees did not bend.
Behind him, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, all stood.
No one knelt.
Tang Hao stood in front of Tang San, with Clear Sky Hammer lying across his chest. The lines on the hammer were dim under the divine light.
Blood was still oozing from his mouth and his knees were shaking, but his back was straight.
Qian Daoliu lowered his head, his gaze passed through a hundred thousand people and landed on him.
"Are you the Clear Sky Douluo of this generation?"
The voice was not loud, but everyone felt that the voice came from their own heads.
Angel God Statue's holy fire burned behind him, and the six-winged golden light gilded his entire body into a statue of a god.
Tang Hao No response.
"Your grandfather Tang Chen has an old relationship with me."
He paused.
"For his sake, I only have one move.
If you can handle it, you go.
Can't take it..."
He didn't finish what he said, but everyone knew what he meant.
Tang Hao wiped the blood on his mouth,
"Qian Daoliu, let it go."
He held Clear Sky Hammer tightly, and his momentum reached its peak.
Qian Daoliu Raise your right hand.
No Soul Ring, no light, just raised hands.
But the entire Spirit City and Angel Holy Light converged on him at that moment.
The holy fire in the palm of the god's statue, the candles worshiped by thousands of households in the city, and even the flames in the palms of the four angel statues on the dome all came towards him.
The shadow of Six-Winged Angel condensed behind him, standing tall and tall, looking down at all living beings.
Tang Hao moved.
The seventh ring Soul Ring exploded directly.
The black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring shattered into countless light spots and was sucked in by Clear Sky Hammer.
The hammer body surged and dark golden light exploded.
Not enough...
Eighth Soul Ring exploded again, and the lines on Clear Sky Hammer turned scarlet.
Not enough...
The ninth Soul Ring exploded.
Clear Sky Hammer's hammer began to tremble and make a low buzz, roaring like a beast trapped in a cage.
Not enough...
Tang Hao's eyes are red.
He looked behind him, at Tang San, at Xiao Wu, and he bit his back molars.
First Soul Ring exploded, Second Soul Ring exploded, the third Soul Ring exploded, the fourth Soul Ring exploded, the fifth Soul Ring exploded, Sixth Soul Ring exploded.
Nine rings explode together!
In Soul Ring, Sheng Hui's voice suddenly sounded, with a calm indifference.
"Ring Explosion. Shatter Soul Ring, temporarily condense the escaped Soul Power, and forcibly increase the combat power."
Chen Jieqi didn't move.
Sheng Hui paused, as if he was watching a performance that wasn't very good.
"The side effects are too great. Soul Ring needs to be re-condensed after fragmentation, which will damage the foundation and meridians, and trade the future for the present."
Chen Jieqi's eyes fell on Tang Hao, and the man's seven orifices had begun to ooze blood.
Sheng Hui snorted, with a bit of disdain.
"Compared to Ring Fusion, this is far behind.
Ring Fusion is superposition and resonance, releasing all the power of Soul Ring at the same time without damaging the source."
Its voice became softer, like talking to itself.
"Ring Explosion, it's self-harm."
Clear Sky Hammer made a deafening roar.
The hammer body stopped swelling and began to collapse inward, pressing all Ring Explosion's power into the center of the hammer.
The scarlet light turned into white gold, like a star about to explode as a supernova.
Tang Hao's seven orifices began to ooze blood.
His body was shaking, the hand holding the hammer was cracking, and the blood in the tiger's mouth was evaporated by the temperature of the hammer body.
But his back was straight.
This is the strongest blow he can deliver.
Qian Daoliu's hand fell.
There was no trace, no light. Just an old hand pressing down half a foot.
Boom--!!!
The whole Spirit City was shaking.
The obsidian floor on the arena began to collapse layer by layer starting from the feet of Tang Hao.
He disappeared directly and was crushed into nothingness by that force.
Waves of air swept around, and Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo simultaneously held up the Soul Power barrier to barely stand firm.
In the audience, a kneeling person was knocked over by the air wave, but he immediately got up and knelt again.
No one dared to stand up.
Chen Jieqi stood behind Dugu Bo, and Sheng Hui's voice did not sound again.
His eyes passed through the smoke and fell on the center of the ring.
Tang Hao is still standing.
Clear Sky Hammer is placed horizontally above the head, and the hammer body resists the invisible force.
His arms were shaking, his knees were bending, and the ground beneath his feet had collapsed several feet, but he did not kneel down.
Blood seeped out from his seven orifices, from his tiger's mouth, and from every inch of his skin.
He blocked it.
Qian Daoliu glanced at him.
"The descendants of Tang Chen have strong bones."
He retracted his hand, slowly folded his six wings, and the holy fire in Angel God Statue's palm returned from platinum to gold.
He turned around and disappeared into the light of the statue as suddenly as he had come.
The entire Spirit City was released from suffocation.
Some people collapsed on the ground, some cried loudly, and some were still kneeling and did not dare to get up.
Inside Great Soul Arena, one hundred thousand people looked at the arena in silence.
Tang Hao Kneel down on one knee.
Clear Sky Hammer is inserted beside you, the hammer body is dim and the lines no longer beat.
His body was trembling, and blood dripped on the obsidian ground.
"Let's go..."
His voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from deep in his throat.
Tang San rushed to his side and held his arm.
Tang Hao glanced at his son and curled his mouth.
"Let's go."
He stood up without looking back, then endured his injuries and flew out of the city with Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Chrysanthemum Douluo did not move, Ghost Douluo did not move, and Bibi Dong did not speak.
Chen Jieqi stood there, looking in that direction.
He turned around and said.
"Grandpa, go home."
Dugu Bo nodded.