Sky Invincible Qian Daoliu!

The next moment, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the mouth of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"It is my incompetence... I implore the Grand High Priest to take action!"

From the depths of the Worship Hall, a sigh drifted forth.

The sigh was not loud, yet it seemed to pierce through layers of space, ringing clearly in the ears of everyone present.

The next instant, holy light ignited.

It was a light of absolute purity, so white it lacked a single speck of color, as if all the radiance in heaven and earth had been condensed into a single point.

A pillar of light surged from the depths of the Worship Hall, piercing through layers of architecture and the tattered clouds of the night sky, shooting straight into the heavens.

Within that pillar of light, a figure slowly ascended.

It was a tall, slender old man with hair and beard as white as snow, yet his face was smooth and firm, entirely inconsistent with his age.

He wore snow-white ceremonial robes, his body wreathed in countless halos of light. Each halo rotated slowly, radiating a gentle yet irresistible pressure of holy light.

Behind him, a massive phantom of an angel slowly unfurled six wings.

The angel was clad in golden armor and held a holy sword. Its six pristine white wings spread out behind it, every feather refracting a metallic luster under the moonlight.

The angel's face was blurred, with only a pair of eyes burning with golden flames clearly visible. There was no emotion in that gaze, only a majesty and judgment that stood above all things.

Nine soul rings spiraled slowly beneath the old man's feet.

Except for one layer of red, every single ring was black.

Nine soul rings, all over ten thousand years old!

Qian Daoliu.

Grand High Priest of the Martial Soul Hall Worship Hall.

The inheritor of the Angel Martial Soul.

Known as the invincible of the sky, a ninety-nine-level Limit Douluo of the current age!

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell upon the massive dark golden figure on the ground, and he frowned slightly.

Something was wrong.

The aura emanating from that Titan Giant Ape contained something peculiar.

Qian Daoliu had lived for nearly two hundred years and had dealt with countless soul beasts.

Although the Titan Giant Ape was an emperor-level soul beast of the Star Dou Forest whose strength was peerless in the soul beast world, it held no special status before the Angel Martial Soul.

The Angel Martial Soul was favored by the light of heaven and earth, possessing a natural restraint against all evil attributes.

Yet, what he sensed from this Titan Giant Ape was not the typical ferocity or wildness of a soul beast.

It was an extremely obscure aura, hidden deep within the Titan's bloodline.

That aura was cold, dark, and tyrannical, like malice seeping out from another world, carrying taboos and evils that did not belong to the Douluo Continent.

In the face of this power, even his Angel Martial Soul trembled slightly.

For the first time, a look of deep confusion appeared on Qian Daoliu's usually calm face.

How could an angel fear evil?

It was like saying fire feared ice or light feared darkness; it was complete, inverted nonsense.

Light restraining darkness was a law of heaven and earth, and the purification of evil was a god-given right of the angel.

Since the day he inherited the Angel Martial Soul, no evil power had ever been able to gain the upper hand against him.

But this time was different.

The evil aura on that Titan Giant Ape gave him the feeling of a more fundamental suppression.

It was as if the evil behind that giant ape was more ancient, more pure, and closer to the origin of power than his Angel Martial Soul.

How could this be?

Qian Daoliu's brow furrowed deeper.

Could there be unknown powers in this world?

Perhaps even unknown factions?

He thought of the wings that should not have been on that giant ape, the incredible speed of that Golden Light Eagle, and the mental domain of that young girl which rivaled a Title Douluo.

These anomalies gathered together could not possibly be a mere coincidence.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, golden light flashing in his eyes.

He must capture these three bizarre soul beasts and uncover the truth of this matter!

He flapped his six angel wings, his figure transforming into a golden stream of light, shooting toward Er Ming like a falling star.

Holy Light Judgment!

A majestic force of holy light surged from his palm, pouring into Er Ming's body like a burst dam.

The power was intensely scorching, as if it intended to purify his internal organs and the Demon Emperor Bone into ashes.

Er Ming let out a muffled grunt, his massive frame actually forced back half a step by that palm strike.

This was the first time he had retreated today.

Yet, it was only half a step.

Under Jiang Li's reinforcement, the Demon Emperor Bone possessed a natural affinity for evil-attributed power, and the remains of the Abyssal Demon Emperor were among the supreme existences of the Abyssal Plane.

While Qian Daoliu's Angel Martial Soul was undeniably powerful, attempting to purify the Abyssal power contained within the Demon Emperor Bone in an instant was nothing but a pipe dream.

The cold Abyssal aura within Er Ming's chest suddenly surged in retaliation, like an ancient beast awakened from its slumber, snapping its blood-stained jaws wide open.

The two forces of Holy Light and the Abyss collided head-on within him, the resulting shockwave causing Qian Daoliu's robes to snap violently in the wind.

Qian Daoliu's pupils constricted sharply.

His Holy Light had actually been repelled!

In his nearly two hundred years of combat experience, this had only happened once before, and that time was against a deep-sea beast that defied all conventional logic.

But this time, a Titan Giant Ape, a land-based soul beast from the Star Dou Forest, had actually managed to do the same?

"What exactly do you have on you?"

Qian Daoliu's voice carried a hint of unconcealable shock.

Er Ming did not answer.

He swung his Thunderlight Fist.

Thousands of lightning bolts descended from the sky, colliding head-on with the second palm strike Qian Daoliu unleashed.

The lightning and Holy Light intertwined into a blinding white, leaving everyone within a radius of several hundred feet unable to open their eyes.

BOOM!

The moment the two forces detonated, Er Ming's massive body retreated several more steps, the cracks on his knuckles deepening.

Meanwhile, the six wings behind Qian Daoliu trembled slightly, and a strand of white beard drifted down from his temple.

A stalemate!

A full-force palm strike from a level 99 Limit Douluo had actually been neutralized by a single punch.

The suspicion in Qian Daoliu's heart grew even heavier.

He no longer held back, his six wings beating in unison as he transformed into a golden whirlwind, launching a storm of attacks around Er Ming's massive frame.

Every palm strike was imbued with the majestic power of the Holy Light, each one precisely targeting the weakest joints in Er Ming's defense.

Although Er Ming was thick-skinned and possessed the heaven-defying defense of the Demon Emperor Bone, he began to feel the strain when facing a Limit Douluo who had lived for nearly two centuries and possessed terrifyingly rich combat experience.

His Thunderlight Fist was domineering, but Qian Daoliu's speed was simply too fast—so fast that his senses could barely track the opponent's movement, and so fast that by the time his fist was thrown, the opponent had already launched three attacks from another direction.

The surface of the Demon Emperor Bone was scorched by the Holy Light, leaving behind streaks of char, with some areas even cracking open, dark golden blood seeping from beneath the bone surface.

He couldn't win!