Qian Daoliu's Might

Although he did not know what this "God Realm" was, he knew that three halos did not represent a First-Class God.

A First-Class God possessed six halos, while a God King possessed nine.

"He is a Second-Class God."

"That makes sense. It seems the inheritance of the Angel God must still be in the hands of Qian Renxue. She likely used some special method to allow Qian Daoliu to become a Second-Class God ahead of schedule."

Le Zhengyue's eyes flickered. Since Qian Daoliu was not a First-Class God, the threat to the Third Continent was not as severe.

After all, Yun Ming possessed a self-created god position; while he could not compare to a First-Class God, if he unleashed his full power and combined it with his Four-Word Battle Armor, he possessed the combat strength of a quasi-god.

This meant that it was now impossible for the First Continent to directly destroy or control the three continents.

However, this was not necessarily good news. If Qian Daoliu had not become the Angel God, it meant the true Angel God inheritance remained in the hands of Qian Renxue.

Having been reborn with her memories, even if Qian Renxue needed to cultivate again, her age gave her a significant advantage; she was much older than the likes of Tang San.

Le Zhengyue was currently the same age as Tang San, which meant Qian Renxue was older than him as well.

With such an age gap, if Qian Renxue were to be equipped with a system and resurrected with her memories and the Angel God inheritance, the danger she posed would be immense, perhaps second only to Bibi Dong.

Of course, Le Zhengyue was not overly concerned for the moment; one could only say that when the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. If the Sun-Moon Federation did not settle down, the First and Second Continents would not fare any better.

The problem was the Abyss Plane; the Abyss Plane at this moment was exceptionally disgusting.

Although the Sun-Moon Federation needed to resist, the issue was that the landing site of the Abyss Plane was currently connected to the First Continent as well.

Even though there was a small stretch of ocean between the two continents, that stretch of ocean could almost be ignored.

For the powerful, this stretch of ocean meant nothing.

Therefore, the problem of the Abyss Plane was also critical, but Le Zhengyue did not speak.

He simply stood there in silence, having no intention of revealing his identity.

In the sky, sensing that massive aura, the two old men also stopped, while Ye Xishui at the side was gritting her teeth tightly.

"Old thing, how about you let me go?"

"As long as you are willing to spare me, I will agree to whatever you say."

"Our Holy Spirit Cult is on the Second Continent; we have not affected your First Continent, nor do we have any influence on you at all. Why must you target me like this?"

The woman's voice carried a sense of sorrow and gentleness, or perhaps a pitiable charm.

Any man hearing such a voice might subconsciously feel a sense of pity, wanting to take this beautiful woman into his arms.

However, for Qian Daoliu, he was completely uninterested in such women. He did not speak, only letting out a cold snort.

Immediately, scorching power surged forth, and the sacred angel flames descended. Behind Ye Xishui, the Blood Demon Puppet emerged.

At the same time, the Death God Tower appeared in her hand; it was a Level 10 Soul Tool, the most terrifying masterpiece of that era.

But in this current age, the Death God Tower had also been enhanced.

Although the Holy Spirit Cult did not master powerful soul tool technology, following the merger of the two sects, Ye Xishui, as the Supreme Elder, actually possessed a Four-Word Battle Armor.

It was precisely because of the Four-Word Battle Armor combined with the Death God Tower, which possessed combat power close to an Level 11 Soul Tool, that she had been able to hold out against Qian Daoliu for so long.

At this moment, watching Qian Daoliu attack again, Ye Xishui gritted her teeth, raised her hand, and the remaining parts of her Four-Word Battle Armor emitted a blinding light.

In the next second, the Death God Tower shattered with a boom, and the terrifying Death God Light condensed, pouring directly toward Qian Daoliu.

If Qian Daoliu had the strength of a First-Class God, he could naturally brush this off, but the problem was that Qian Daoliu only had the strength of a Second-Class God.

Of course, who was Qian Daoliu?

He was the most terrifying Limit Douluo of that era. Although he did not have the terrifying power boost of a Four-Word Battle Armor, his strength as a Limit Douluo alone was enough to take down Ye Xishui in this state, let alone the fact that he was now a Second-Class God.

The terrifying sacred light slashed toward Ye Xishui, carving out a massive wound.

Although her figure condensed frantically, and she even detonated her martial soul in an instant to barely escape, she was effectively crippled.

Watching this scene, there was no significant expression on Le Zhengyue's face.

As he raised his palm, a faint power drifted out from the Human Emperor Banner in his hand.

This power was very weak, but this evil energy caught Ye Xishui's attention almost instantly.

Although she had used the self-detonation of her martial soul to hide briefly, it would not be long before Qian Daoliu discovered her.

Facing this Second-Class God, she had almost no possibility of hiding; the opponent's divine domain had already sealed off this sky.

Sensing this familiar, or rather, similarly fallen and evil power, Ye Xishui paused for less than half a second before her figure darted rapidly toward this side.

Watching the woman who had silently crossed the protective barrier and appeared before him, even though she was in a sorry state, her fair skin was still visible, and her face held a charm belonging to a mature woman.

Facing Le Zhengyue's scrutinizing gaze, a look of disgust appeared on Ye Xishui's face, but before she could speak, the Human Emperor Banner in Le Zhengyue's hand vanished, and in the next instant, his Dragon God Martial Soul was instantly revealed.

A pressure no weaker than that of a god descended with a boom. Ye Xishui had already been severely injured.

The self-detonation of her martial soul had already damaged her foundation, but Le Zhengyue did not underestimate her in the slightest.

With the overwhelming suppression of the Dragon God Martial Soul, Le Zhengyue lifted his finger, and a terrifying power emerged from the storage ring on his hand.

It was a projection of power, a strike belonging to Le Zhengen, originating from a Limit Douluo.

As for Ye Xishui, Le Zhengyue naturally had no intention of killing her; with a lift of his palm, a terrifying power of confinement manifested.

This was the power of confinement unleashed by Le Zhengen, bolstered by Four-Word Battle Armor, far beyond what the two Supreme Elders could compare to; it was the trump card Le Zhengen had left for him.

Watching the power projection condensed by Le Zhengen dissipate, Le Zhengyue sighed, but it was not a loss, as he had captured this Supreme Elder.

Long Xiaoyao could almost be considered at his disposal, or rather, he could be used to threaten Long Xiaoyao.

Normally, he could not achieve this on his own, but the point was that he had the entire Yue Family backing him.

Feeling the terrifying power of confinement, anger appeared on Ye Xishui's face, but Le Zhengyue couldn't be bothered to pay her any mind; he retracted his palm, and the entire cage began to shrink instantly before being taken directly back into his hand.

Ye Xishui's appearance and disappearance here were silent; after all, with the cover of the Dragon God Martial Soul, even Qian Daoliu over there did not notice for a moment.

As Qian Daoliu failed to locate Ye Xishui, the massive aura on his body did not recede.

His gaze turned toward the two old men, his eyes carrying a hint of appraisal, or rather, scrutiny.