Fierce Battle

The soul power of his ninety-nine-level Limit Douluo cultivation poured from his palm into the blade of the Angel Holy Sword, causing the golden patterns on the sword to light up in sequence.

He used his own angelic soul power to awaken the divinity dormant within the blade, drawing upon the power of the Angel God.

Rings of golden radiance rippled outward, and the sacred power of the Angel God emanated from the sword, bestowing its blessing upon Qian Daoliu's True Body of the Martial Soul.

Instantly, a faint halo appeared behind the Six-Winged Angel, making it appear even more sacred.

Facing Di Tian, who had transformed into a giant dragon, Qian Daoliu felt not a shred of hesitation.

"Angel Domain."

The Six-Winged Angel shone with brilliant golden light, and the golden holy radiance instantly enveloped the sky within a kilometer radius.

Within the domain, countless winged angels stood in formation, their wings tucked, heads bowed with eyes closed, and hands clasped in prayer before their chests, constantly praying toward the Six-Winged Angel that Qian Daoliu had become.

The ethereal sound of prayer instantly suppressed Di Tian's strength by twenty percent.

Due to the dark attribute of Di Tian's soul power, combined with the blessing of the Angel God's power, the suppression from Qian Daoliu's domain was even more severe, leaving him unable to exert even seventy percent of his true strength!

Di Tian's Dark Dragon Breath arrived in an instant.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Holy Light Protection!!!"

A golden curtain of light blocked the path before Qian Daoliu. When the Dark Dragon Breath struck the barrier, it sounded like freezing snow hitting a red-hot furnace wall, emitting a piercing hiss.

"First Soul Skill, Sword of Judgment!!!"

"Second Soul Skill, Holy Light Slash!!!"

After Di Tian's dragon breath was blocked, the wings behind Qian Daoliu's back flapped violently, and his figure flashed before Di Tian, having already chained his first and second soul skills during the charge.

The Angel Holy Sword in his hand bloomed with a brilliant, dazzling golden light, and a blinding cross-shaped beam of light slashed straight toward Di Tian as Qian Daoliu swung his blade.

As a soul beast that had lived for eight hundred and eighty thousand years and once served as the commander of the Dragon God's personal guard, Di Tian's combat instincts were naturally monstrous; he handled such close-quarters situations with ease.

Di Tian retracted his wings to protect his soft underbelly, using the hard scales on the outer sides of his wings to forcibly withstand Qian Daoliu's cross-shaped light slash.

The strike tore through his pridefully tough scales, leaving two horrific wounds on his wings, while the sacred, radiant aura from Qian Daoliu's sword light continuously dissolved the flesh, preventing his soul power from healing the injuries.

After enduring the blow, Di Tian did not distract himself by trying to purge the aura from his wounds. Instead, he twisted his body instantly; his massive, kilometer-long frame did not diminish his agility, but rather granted him unparalleled inertia and kinetic energy.

Utilizing the rotation of his thousand-meter-long body, Di Tian's thick dragon tail carved a perfect arc through the air, striking Qian Daoliu—who had not yet managed to pull away—with a shrill, air-tearing whistle.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu had no choice but to hold the Angel Holy Sword before his chest to cushion the blow, but Di Tian's strike was one of pure physical force, and he was still suspended in mid-air.

Under the extreme force, Qian Daoliu was inevitably sent flying, crashing heavily into a mountainside that had already been blown apart, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

The Black Dragon Di Tian's assault did not cease. The dark golden dragon patterns on his giant claws suddenly flared, and the already thick, scaled claws expanded several times over in an instant. A trace of ancient Dragon God pressure coiled around the tips of his claws, and dark soul power surged uncontrollably, the extreme force slicing through the surrounding space and leaving fine, jagged spatial fissures in the wake of his claw strike.

Di Tian's thousand-meter-long dragon body dove, his five giant claws wreathed in dark soul power, smashing down toward the spot where Qian Daoliu had landed. The force of the claws tore through the air, obliterating the clouds in their path and leaving five streaks of azure sky behind.

This was clearly Di Tian's trump card—the Dragon God Claw!!!

"BOOM!!!"

"No!!!"

Seeing this, Qian Renxue screamed heart-wrenchingly toward the spot where the claws were descending, but her shoulder was held fast by Chi Yuan.

The black giant claw, carrying the weight of an era's worth of majestic dragon might, slammed down, forcing the dust that had yet to settle back into the ground.

The mountainside was completely destroyed, leaving deep claw marks in the earth, and the thick rock layers were plowed into gullies stretching dozens of meters long.

After the strike, the dark golden dragon patterns on the dragon claw faded, and it returned to its original size. Di Tian lifted his claw and hovered in the air, his golden eyes watching the rising dust below in silence.

"Hmph, ant!!!"

Di Tian let out a cold, disdainful snort.

As the dust gradually dispersed, Di Tian's golden pupils suddenly constricted.

Qian Daoliu, in his Six-Winged Angel form, was kneeling on one knee, gasping for air, while the Angel Holy Sword in his hand was thrust straight into the mountain beneath his feet.

Golden divine power radiated from the tip of the sword, raising a barrier of light that shielded Qian Daoliu tightly.

"A divine artifact!!!"

"It is actually a complete divine artifact!!!"

"Despicable human!!!"

The Black Dragon Di Tian roared, and soul power began to gather and compress in his mouth, forming a small, ink-black sphere. The moment the sphere appeared, the space around it twisted and dimmed, as if it were about to swallow all light.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu leaned on the Angel Holy Sword and slowly stood up. Years of combat instinct told him that this was another Dragon God Claw, with power no less than the previous strike.

Qian Daoliu's expression grew even more solemn. He slowly raised the Angel Holy Sword, channeling the angelic bloodline within his body, preparing to summon the projection of the Angel God.

A murderous aura permeated the entire field, and all things fell silent, as if waiting for the final judgment.

Both sides were slowly gathering their strength, preparing for the final blow.

Just then, an ancient and powerful divine sense appeared on this shattered battlefield as a third party.

"Stop!!!"

A cold, ethereal voice, carrying an unquestionable authority, appeared out of thin air in both of their minds, simultaneously interrupting their spellcasting.

Both of them groaned, suppressing the surging blood and chaotic soul power within their bodies.

Hearing a voice he knew all too well, the Black Dragon Di Tian ignored Qian Daoliu entirely. His body rapidly shrank, shifting into human form to reveal the man in the black robe with gold patterns and golden eyes, who then slowly descended and bowed respectfully toward the Lake of Life.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu retracted his Angel Domain and dispelled his Avatar of the Martial Soul. Faced with someone who could forcefully halt the skill charging of two peak powerhouses with nothing more than a sliver of divine consciousness, it made little difference whether he used his domain or his avatar.

After landing, he stood before Lie Xu, yet he kept his grip on the Angel Holy Sword tight, showing no intention of putting it away.

The two watched each other with vigilance; even when looking elsewhere, they kept their peripheral vision locked on one another, occasionally sweeping their divine consciousness across each other as well.