Golden Crocodile's death! Qian Jun and Jiang Mo: death to anyone who insults the Great Elder!

Atop the gate tower, the echoes of Qian Jun Douluo's command-"All troops, fight to the death!"-still reverberated through the mountains.

Out on the wasteland, Gu Rong did not so much as lift his eyelids.

He seemed not to have heard the roar from the battlements at all. He merely looked down at Golden Crocodile Douluo, who knelt before him on one knee, drenched in blood.

"Gu Rong... you..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo forced the words through his teeth, a final vicious gleam welling in his eyes.

"The Great Elder will surely avenge me... avenge the Worship Hall..."

"Qian Daoliu?"

Gu Rong cut him off and said coldly:

"Golden Crocodile, you've lived for over a hundred years. How can you still be so naive at death's door?

If Qian Daoliu truly had the power to protect you, he would be standing here now, not an old bag of bones like you."

Gu Rong was not worried about Qian Daoliu appearing in the slightest.

Before he came, Han Yu had already told him.

Qian Daoliu was now devoting all his attention to Qian Renxue.

He wanted her to complete the first eight trials as soon as possible.

Then, during the ninth trial, he could sacrifice himself for Qian Renxue so she could inherit the Angel God's godhood.

Until then, Qian Daoliu would never risk the inheritance failing by leaving without authorization.

"You dare insult the Great Elder!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo roared furiously. The soul power remaining in his body surged wildly as he attempted one last desperate struggle.

"A defeated foe like you thinks he's fit to bargain with me?"

Killing intent suddenly blazed in Gu Rong's eyes, and his right hand shot out without warning.

It was not a human arm, but a bone claw as pale as white jade, wreathed in