Inside the ruins of the Pontiff Palace, Qian Daoliu, who was in ragged clothes, with long hair disheveled, and dying, pushed aside the masonry fragments that were pressing on him, and stood up from the ground unsteadily.
Sisi Streams of blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth. There was a bit of trance in his expression, as if he couldn't believe that he would lose so miserably.
He glanced around and saw Golden Crocodile Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo... these six closest worshipers to him were all lying on the ground, their chests only rising and falling weakly, and they were all seriously injured and dying.
Qian Daoliu staggered over and walked over, his tone full of guilt:
"Golden Crocodile, Lion, Azure Luan, Light Feather, Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, I can't help you. I value my own face so much that I was seriously injured by Lu Chen and fell to the ground. I also made it difficult for you to face this invincible opponent!"
"Lu Chen, you are indeed very strong. You are incredibly strong. We are also Level 99 Peerless Douluo. With the power of one person, you can fight against my Spirit Hall and seven Grand Elder!"
"But the last thing you should do is to make a fuss Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall is blessed by the glory of Angel God. Today Spirit Hall will repay the shame brought by you a hundredfold and kill you here with my own hands!"
Having said this, Qian Daoliu buried all his emotions in his heart. He faced the direction of the Douluo Hall with a pious expression, put his hands together on his chest, and prayed devoutly:
"Great Angel God, your devout believer Qian Daoliu hereby prays to you. Today there is an evil demon named Lu Chen who is causing trouble to the Spirit Hall and seriously injuring all Spirit Hall worshippers. His behavior is bad and unforgivable!"
"Please lower your Divine Might, so that your devout believers can kill evil and eliminate demons, and restore peace to the Spirit Hall!"
Qian Daoliu is Divine Servant of Angel God, and his prayers were directly conveyed to Angel Statue of the Douluo Hall.
The 300-meter-high Angel Statue suddenly trembled slightly, and then erupted with a bright sacred light. It was Angel Divine Power that was gradually waking up.
Then in the hands of the Angel holy elephant, a Hundred Meters giant sword lingering with blazing white flames suddenly broke through the air, and its volume was still shrinking rapidly during the flyby. By the time it flew in front of Qian Daoliu, it had shrunk to its normal size.
The length of the sword is about four feet three inches, and the width of the sword is about four fingers. It emits the dual Divine Might of sacredness and flame. This is Angel God's Divine Artifact...
Angel Holy Sword!
Among the Douluo Hall, as Angel Holy Sword broke through the air and left, the surging Angel Divine Power also fell silent.
Bibi Dong, who was originally suppressed by Angel Statue, suddenly opened a pair of dark green eyes, and she murmured inaudibly:
"Qian Daoliu, it seems that you are in big trouble. You actually summoned Angel Holy Sword. Jiejiejiejiejie... God help me. Without Angel Holy Sword's suppression, this mere Douluo Hall couldn't trap me at all."
"After I escape Spirit Hall, I will hurry up and hunt down the last two Spirit Beast needed by Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Soul, and open Rakshasa God's Inheritance as soon as possible."
"As long as I can become a god, I will repay all the shame you Angel Lineage brought to me a hundredfold and completely cut off the inheritance of your Angel Lineage."
As soon as the voice fell, Bibi Dong quickly stood up and ran away to the outside world without any hesitation.
Let's get back outside!
Qian Daoliu looked at Angel Holy Sword hovering in front of him. His expression was pious and fanatical. Angel God answered his prayer and lent Angel Holy Sword to him.
This is simply the greatest affirmation for a Divine Servant.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of Angel Holy Sword. In an instant, streams of Angel Divine Power were poured into Qian Daoliu's body through Angel Holy Sword as a medium.
Qian Daoliu's aura originally fell to the bottom due to serious injuries, but as Angel Divine Power entered his body, the pain in his body was quickly healed, and his aura was rising like a rocket.
In just a few breaths, his breath surpassed the original Level 99 limit and briefly reached a new level.
Level 100 Godhood!
Qian Daoliu is not the successor of Angel God, but as Divine Servant, he also owns Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, so there is no problem in carrying Angel Divine Power in a short period of time.
As for carrying Angel Divine Power for a long time, it would crush his body.
Qian Daoliu stared at Lu Chen with cold eyes, feeling the Angel Divine Power surging in his body. He was confident that with his current power, he could completely kill Lu Chen in a short time.
In an instant!
His figure flickered, and ripples appeared in the surrounding space. Qian Daoliu's figure had disappeared in place. With the blessing of Divine Power, his speed had exceeded his previous limit.
Lu Chen felt his eyes blur, Qian Daoliu Teleportation came to his eyes, thrust out a sword, and the dazzling cold light caused goosebumps to appear on his exposed panel.
"So fast..."
Lu Chen retreated violently, waving Black Iron Sickle to fight Angel Holy Sword. With the sound of a clang, circles of energy ripples spread from the place where Black Iron Sickle and Angel Holy Sword collided.
Facing Angel Holy Sword, the real Divine Artifact, and Slaughter Domain of Lu Chen, they failed to work. He kept cutting Angel Holy Sword.
After all, Lu Chen is not a god yet. His Martial Soul and his domain can make him invincible, but it is not enough for him to cut off Deity's weapon.
Qian Daoliu Seeing this situation, a hint of joy appeared between his eyebrows:
"Hahahaha, Lu Chen, your enhanced sharpness has its limit after all. This is Angel God's weapon, the real Divine Artifact, you can keep cutting!"
"You really think I was afraid of you just now! I, Qian Daoliu, am now 150 years old. I have been practicing swordsmanship since I was a child. My swordsmanship has reached its peak. After fighting countless strong men, I have never been defeated. I am the number one sword master of this Douluo Continent!"
"Now let me show you the true strength of my Qian Daoliu. Let me show you my moves!"
While Qian Daoliu was speaking, he displayed smooth sword skills, stabbing, stabbing, teasing, picking, collapsing, intercepting, slashing, wiping, cutting, cloud... They were all the most basic swordsmanship movements, but in his hands they could turn decay into magic, leaving no trace like an antelope hanging its horns.
As the number one swordsman of the Douluo Continent today, Qian Daoliu's sword skills are no longer limited to gorgeous moves. Even the most basic sword movements can make people unable to resist. If his reaction is even slightly slower, he will cut him into a ball of jelly in an instant.
Lu Chen is indeed miserable. He is now 13 years old. In the past, he was always invincible in battles, relying on those Soul Skill who were so strong that they committed fouls. His own fighting skills and combat experience can only be regarded as average.
At this time, under the attack of Qian Daoliu, Lu Chen was in a hurry to deal with it. He thought to himself:
'It seems that after this battle, I have to take the time to hone my combat skills and combat experience. This is a shortcoming of mine.'
At the same time, during the battle, Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand would also release dual Attribute attacks of sacredness and flame. The robe on Lu Chen could no longer bear it and turned into a ball of ashes. His faceplate was burned red, and a burst of hissing sounds erupted.
If his physical strength hadn't been high enough, reaching the level of Divine Beast in a million years, Lu Chen would have been roasted by now.
'My combat skills and combat experience are all at a disadvantage. This Angel God and Divine Power have also made me miserable. I can't go on like this anymore. I must seize the opportunity to fight back!'