Qian Daoliu's Strength

Although he didn't know anything about the Divine Realm or whatever, he knew that the three halos didn't represent a First-Level God.

A First-Level God had six halos, while a God King had nine.

"He's a Second-Level God."

"That makes sense. It looks like the Angel God's legacy is still in Qian Renxue's hands. She must have used some special method to make Qian Daoliu a Second-Level God ahead of time."

Le Zhengyue's eyes flickered. Since Qian Daoliu wasn't a First-Level God, he was no longer such a great threat to the Third Continent.

After all, Yun Ming had a Self-Created Godhood. Although he couldn't compare to a First-Level God,

if Yun Ming unleashed his full strength and added his Four-Word Battle Armor, he could fight at the Pseudo-God level.

That meant it was no longer possible for the First Continent to simply destroy or control the three continents.

But that wasn't necessarily good news. Qian Daoliu hadn't become the Angel God, which meant the true Angel God legacy was still in Qian Renxue's hands.

And Qian Renxue had been reborn with her memories. Even if she had to cultivate all over again, she was much older than Tang San and the others.

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

With such a large age gap, if Qian Renxue came back to life with a system, her memories, and the Angel God's legacy, she would pose a serious danger—perhaps second only to Bibi Dong.

Of course, Le Zhengyue wasn't too concerned about it for now. When the sky fell, someone tall would hold it up. The Sun-Moon Federation was in turmoil, but the First and Second Continents were hardly any better.

The problem was the Abyss Plane. At this point, it was an especially nasty threat.

The Sun-Moon Federation needed to hold it back, but the Abyss Plane's landing site was also connected to the First Continent.

Even though a small stretch of ocean separated the two continents, that stretch was so narrow it could practically be ignored.

To the powerful, it was no obstacle at all.

So the Abyss Plane was a critical problem too. Le Zhengyue simply kept quiet.

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

High in the sky, the two old men also stopped as they felt that immense aura. Beside them, Ye Xishui gritted her teeth.

"Old man, how about letting me go?"

"If you're willing to spare me, I'll do anything you ask."

"Our Holy Spirit Cult is on the Second Continent. We haven't affected your First Continent at all, and we've never caused you any trouble. Why are you targeting me like this?"

Her voice was sorrowful and gentle, almost pitiful.

Any man who heard it might instinctively feel a pang of pity and want to pull the beautiful woman into his arms.

But Qian Daoliu had no interest in women like her. He said nothing, merely giving a soft snort.

A scorching force surged forth, and holy Angel flames descended. Behind Ye Xishui, the Blood Demon Puppet appeared.

At the same time, the Death God Tower appeared in her hand. It was a Level 10 Soul Tool, one of the most terrifying creations of its era.

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

The Holy Spirit Cult hadn't mastered much Soul Guidance Technology, but after the two sects merged, Ye Xishui, as their Supreme Elder, had also gained Four-Word Battle Armor.

It was precisely thanks to her Four-Word Battle Armor and the Death God Tower, whose combat power approached that of an eleventh-level Soul Tool, that she had managed to hold out against Qian Daoliu for so long.

Now, seeing Qian Daoliu attack again, Ye Xishui gritted her teeth and raised her hand. The remnants of her Four-Word Battle Armor blazed with dazzling light.

The next moment, the Death God Tower exploded. Death God Light, terrifying in its intensity, gathered and blasted straight toward Qian Daoliu.

If Qian Daoliu had the strength of a First-Level God, he could have handled it with ease. But the problem was, he was only a Second-Level God.

Of course, Qian Daoliu was no ordinary man.

He had been the most terrifying Limit Douluo of his era. Although he lacked the monstrous boost of Four-Word Battle Armor,

his Limit Douluo strength alone was enough to take down Ye Xishui in her current state, let alone now that he was a Second-Level God.

A terrifying beam of holy light slashed toward Ye Xishui, carving a massive wound into her.

Though her body frantically re-formed and she even detonated her Martial Soul in an instant to barely escape, she was still effectively crippled.

Watching this, Le Zhengyue showed little reaction.

As he raised his hand, a faint power seeped from the Human Emperor Banner in his grasp.

The power was weak, but its evil nature immediately caught Ye Xishui's attention.

She had briefly hidden herself by drawing on the force of her Martial Soul's self-destruction, but Qian Daoliu would find her before long.

Against a Second-Level God like him, she had nowhere to hide. His divine domain had already sealed off the sky.

Sensing that familiar, or rather, equally depraved and evil power, Ye Xishui paused for less than half a second before darting toward it.

The woman silently slipped through the protective barrier and appeared right in front of him.

Though she was in a terrible state, her pale skin showed through in places, and her face carried the allure of a mature woman.

As Le Zhengyue studied her, a look of disgust appeared on Ye Xishui's face. But before she could speak, the Human Emperor Banner in his hand vanished, and the Dragon God Martial Soul appeared in its place.

A pressure no weaker than a god's crashed down. Ye Xishui had already been gravely wounded.

Her Martial Soul's self-destruction had already damaged her foundations, but Le Zhengyue still didn't dare take her lightly.

As the Dragon God Martial Soul forcefully suppressed her, Le Zhengyue raised a finger. An utterly terrifying power surged from the storage ring on his hand.

It was a projection of power, a strike belonging to Le Zheng'en—a blow from a Limit Douluo.

Le Zhengyue had no intention of killing Ye Xishui. With a raise of his hand, a terrifying force of confinement appeared.

This was the power of confinement Le Zheng'en had wielded as a Limit Douluo, strengthened by Four-Word Battle Armor. It far surpassed what the two Supreme Elders could manage. It was also the trump card Le Zheng'en had left him.

Watching the projection of Le Zheng'en's power fade away, Le Zhengyue sighed. Still, it was worth it. He had captured this Supreme Elder.

Long Xiaoyao was practically already on his side—or at least, he could use Ye Xishui to threaten him.

There was no way he could have done this alone, but he had the entire Yue Family backing him.

Ye Xishui's face twisted with fury as she felt the terrifying power of confinement, but Le Zhengyue couldn't be bothered to deal with her. He drew his hand back, and the entire cage instantly shrank before he withdrew it into his hand.

Ye Xishui's appearance and disappearance had gone unnoticed. The Dragon God Martial Soul had concealed her, and even Qian Daoliu hadn't detected anything for a while.

Unable to locate Ye Xishui, Qian Daoliu didn't let his immense aura subside.

He turned his gaze toward the two old men, his eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny.