Qian Daoliu VS Ye Xishui

Aside from Qian Daoliu, Su Yu was also shocked by the existence of Ye Xishui.

The presence of Ye Xishui was equally not to be underestimated.

As the Supreme Sect Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, Ye Xishui's influence ten thousand years later was in no way inferior to that of Qian Daoliu.

It was perhaps even greater.

In some respects, Qian Daoliu's actions were not as shocking or outrageous as those of Ye Xishui.

For instance, Ye Xishui had sacrificed a million living beings just to craft the Death God Tower.

Furthermore, the Holy Spirit Cult ruled by Ye Xishui was notoriously infamous.

Countless factions had been poisoned by Ye Xishui in the ten thousand years that followed.

The number of lives indirectly lost at the hands of Ye Xishui was simply uncountable.

The line of Spirit Masters wanting to kill Ye Xishui could stretch from the Douluo Continent all the way to the God Realm.

Yet, Ye Xishui lived quite freely and unrestrained.

Why was that?

The reason, naturally, was that Ye Xishui's strength was formidable.

Ye Xishui's power had reached the level of a rank 99 Limit Douluo, and with the Death God Tower in her grasp, the number of Spirit Masters capable of posing a threat to her could be counted on one hand.

It could be said that the battle between Ye Xishui and Qian Daoliu was a clash of titans.

Both were the elite of their respective eras, the absolute peak of Spirit Masters in their time.

This arena match would surely be a feast for the eyes of those across both timelines of the Douluo Continent.

After all, for the vast majority of people, a Titled Douluo was an existence they would never see in their entire lives.

Let alone heavyweights like Qian Daoliu and Ye Xishui, who were both Limit Douluos.

Of course, although this battle had yet to begin, Su Yu already had the answer in his heart.

From the moment the matchup list was announced, the scales of victory had already tipped completely in favor of Qian Daoliu.

If Ye Xishui's opponent had been anyone else, even Tang Chen might have fallen to her.

There was no helping it; Ye Xishui possessed not only Twin Martial Souls but also the Death God Tower.

Once the Death God Tower appeared, even someone as strong as Tang Chen would struggle to withstand it.

As a Spirit Master from ten thousand years later, Ye Xishui had reaped all the benefits of her era.

It was just a pity that she happened to run into Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu's Angel Martial Soul was the bane of all Evil Spirit Masters.

It perfectly countered Ye Xishui's Blood Soul Demon Puppet.

Under such absolute suppression, Ye Xishui did not have a shred of a chance to win.

Therefore, for this battle, one only needed to blindly bet on Qian Daoliu's victory.

Thinking this, Su Yu took immediate action, placing his hopes of victory on Qian Daoliu.

Meanwhile, at Martial Soul Hall...

Bibi Dong looked at the list featuring Qian Daoliu versus Ye Xishui, a look of involuntary disgust rising in her eyes.

"Damn it, that old geezer Qian Daoliu actually got selected for the first arena match."

"I hope that Spirit Master named Ye Xishui can be a bit more capable."

"It would be best if she defeats Qian Daoliu and lets him suffer a penalty."

Bibi Dong did not want Qian Daoliu to receive any rewards.

Qian Daoliu was already strong enough as it was.

If he were to advance any further, he would reach the legendary realm of a god.

Previously, Qian Daoliu had no hope of inheriting the position of the Angel God.

He could only pin his hopes on Qian Renxue.

But now, the arena rewards included all sorts of great opportunities.

If Qian Daoliu were to obtain any benefits, he might just bridge that final gap and charge toward the divine realm.

Bibi Dong would rather die than see that happen.

If Qian Daoliu were to become a god, how could she ever destroy the Angel clan?

At the Clear Sky Sect, the moment Qian Daoliu's name appeared, Tang Xiao and the five great elders fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, Tang Xiao let out a low, unwilling growl.

"Why hasn't that old scoundrel Qian Daoliu died yet?"

For so many years, Qian Daoliu had lived in seclusion, remaining within the Worship Hall.

News of Qian Daoliu had long since vanished from the continent.

Qian Daoliu had almost become a figure of legend.

Tang Xiao had originally assumed that Qian Daoliu was quietly dying of old age in some forgotten corner of Martial Soul Hall.

Yet, he never expected that Qian Daoliu would still be alive and well to this day.

As long as Qian Daoliu lived, the Clear Sky Sect dared not make a single rash move.

Qian Daoliu was like a massive mountain, pressing down so heavily that the Clear Sky Sect could barely breathe.

"Sigh..."

"At Qian Daoliu's level, his lifespan has long since surpassed that of ordinary soul masters; living for several hundred years is an effortless feat."

The Second Elder sighed.

Although his tone was filled with resentment, he had no choice but to accept this reality.

Unless Qian Daoliu died in an accident, the man could easily persist for at least another century.

Waiting for Qian Daoliu to die of old age was nothing but a pipe dream.

"If Ye Xishui can be matched against Qian Daoliu, her strength must certainly not be weak."

"Perhaps this Supreme Sect Master of the Holy Spirit Cult can make Qian Daoliu take a massive tumble."

The Seventh Elder said slowly, his tone laced with a curse.

From top to bottom, no one in the Clear Sky Sect wished for Qian Daoliu to have it easy.

Everyone hoped that Qian Daoliu would be defeated at the hands of Ye Xishui.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...

Ning Fengzhi wore a solemn expression.

"It seems that we are about to witness a rare and exceptional battle."

For powerhouses of Qian Daoliu's caliber, every battle could provide immense benefits to other soul masters.

Even though Ning Fengzhi did not yet know Ye Xishui's background, the fact that she could be matched against Qian Daoliu was enough to prove that she was undoubtedly a master of the same level.

Ning Fengzhi hoped that this arena match would prove helpful to Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

"Qian Daoliu, sooner or later, I will defeat you with my own hands."

Sword Douluo clenched his fists.

His father had died at the hands of Qian Daoliu.

He had always kept the desire to avenge his father close to his heart.

It was just a pity that there was still a massive gap between Sword Douluo and Qian Daoliu at present.

Heaven Dou Empire...

Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, usually busy with official duties, rarely paused all his work, his gaze fixed earnestly in the direction of the arena.

"Grandfather will definitely not lose."

"No matter what the background of that Ye Xishui is, she cannot possibly be Grandfather's opponent."

Xue Qinghe murmured to himself.

Hidden beneath the identity of the Heaven Dou Crown Prince was Qian Renxue, the young mistress of Martial Soul Hall.

Qian Renxue was filled with confidence in Qian Daoliu.

She had grown up under Qian Daoliu's tutelage and understood his glorious life.

Even though she had been sent to the Heaven Dou Empire as an undercover agent at the age of nine, Qian Renxue knew exactly how formidable Qian Daoliu was.

In her heart, no one could compare to her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

Therefore, Qian Renxue believed from the bottom of her heart that Ye Xishui would lose to Qian Daoliu.

On the other side...

Peerless Tang Sect timeline!

Soul masters across the entire continent were also shocked by this battle.

This battle, which spanned across time and space, could be described as the focus of the entire world.

One was a legendary figure from ten thousand years ago, Qian Daoliu, who had sacrificed himself for the Angel God.

One is the ruthless and wicked Ye Xishui.

These two names combined possess an extraordinary ability to capture attention.

A cold sneer curled the lips of Ye Xishui, of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The temperature of the space around her plummeted to a suffocating chill.

"The Great Elder of the Martial Soul Hall from ten thousand years ago—truly a name that strikes fear into the hearts of all."

"To be able to cross blades with such a powerhouse, just the thought is exhilarating."

"I hope that after defeating you, you can provide me with a decent reward."

Ye Xishui did not hold Qian Daoliu in any regard whatsoever.

In her eyes, Qian Daoliu was nothing more than an old relic, not worth mentioning.

She possessed the Death God Tower and a future culture far richer than anything Qian Daoliu could fathom.

With such an advantage, how could she possibly lose?