Even with his heart pierced through.
Salas did not die immediately.
Although his cultivation had been crippled, his body still possessed the strength of a Soul Douluo.
Faced with death, Salas felt no fear or regret. A blissful smile remained on his face.
"To return to the embrace of the Angel God is an honor for me, Salas!"
"The glory of the angels will once again appear in the mortal world."
"Long live Spirit Hall!"
He used every last ounce of strength to roar out those final words. Then Salas's life finally ebbed away.
He was truly happy.
After awakening his Martial Soul, he had entered Spirit Hall. Everything he had once possessed had been given to him by Spirit Hall.
Spirit Hall had given him the chance to study, the possibility of advancing further, help with Soul Hunting, and care as he grew...
Everything from the past appeared before his eyes like a series of phantoms.
He admitted that along the way, he had lost himself in power and the strength of the mighty, and had done many wrong things.
But fortunately, in his final moments, he had received good news.
"The angels' glory will never fade, and the Angel God will not forget what you have done."
Those were the words conveyed to him by that person.
That alone was enough for Salas.
The Angel God had forgiven him after all.
What reason did he have to cling to life?
And so, he went gladly to his death.
After Salas died, however, no remnants of Spirit Hall ever came forward.
Nor did the crowd cheer or applaud.
It was true that the common folk of Douluo Continent had long since grown numb.
But they could still tell whether their lives were comfortable or not.
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