Flower of Creation

In that instant, Qian Daoliu saw a massive bone dragon emerge beneath Zhongli Wu, transforming into armor that withstood his "Breath of the Angel!"

Qian Daoliu was quite surprised by this.

At this moment, Zhongli Wu, having tanked the blow, first glanced at the only remaining Titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult nearby, then demanded, "Ming Lei! Why are you the only one left?"

"Where are Nether, Ten Thousand Souls, Abomination, Mask, and Sleep Nightmare?"

Upon hearing this, the Titled Douluo named Ming Lei, his body venting white steam and shivering, replied to Zhongli Wu, "Dead, they are all dead!"

Hearing the news of the five Titled Douluos' deaths, Zhongli Wu was shaken to his core. He could hardly believe that of the six Titled Douluos he had brought, only one remained.

As the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, this was something he found impossible to accept.

However, this also forced Zhongli Wu to calm down and clearly see the figure of Qian Daoliu.

When Zhongli Wu saw Qian Daoliu and the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind him, his heart trembled violently once more.

"You are Qian Daoliu?"

"Weren't you sent into that canyon?"

"How are you still alive? And how did you appear in Tiandou City!"

Zhongli Wu looked as if he had seen a ghost, unable to stop himself from questioning Qian Daoliu.

"So you actually know about the canyon!"

"That means you were also part of the ambush against Bo Saixi and me that day!"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu's expression turned icy.

Seeing this, Zhongli Wu realized he had touched a nerve.

Without waiting for Qian Daoliu to strike again, Zhongli Wu ignored Ming Lei and released his "First Soul Skill—Withered Bone Binding!"

"Second Soul Skill—Corpse Legion!"

He hoped to stall Qian Daoliu's movements.

But it was clear that Qian Daoliu's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul completely countered Zhongli Wu's Death God Demon Puppet Martial Soul.

No matter how Zhongli Wu unleashed his soul skills, Qian Daoliu's Angel Domain automatically purified them.

Seeing his soul skills completely suppressed by Qian Daoliu, Zhongli Wu held nothing back and released the Bone Dragon King, which had just helped him block the fatal blow, to join the fight.

Accompanied by a dragon roar that shook the heavens, the pitch-black, ferocious Bone Dragon King broke free from its restraints. Its white bones were covered in deathly baleful energy, and its massive body obscured the night sky.

It tore away from Zhongli Wu's body, its dragon eyes flickering with ghostly green flames, and charged at Qian Daoliu with an overwhelming aura of death.

Its sharp dragon claws tore through the air, and the violent necromantic power crashed into the Holy Angel Domain, launching a fearless assault on Qian Daoliu.

The sudden, fierce offensive disrupted Qian Daoliu's rhythm. The heavy necromantic impact shattered a portion of his holy light barrier. His eyes narrowed; not daring to take the dragon's force head-on, he beat his wings rapidly, retreating with swift and agile movements.

The moment he withdrew, Qian Daoliu's sharp gaze swept over the Bone Dragon King, instantly analyzing its nature.

This dragon was nothing but bone, devoid of flesh and blood, wreathed in thick, evil necromantic energy—an aberrant beast spirit born from the power of death.

It was ferocious in both offense and defense, fearless of pain, and was actually using extreme death energy to suppress the holy light.

"Interesting!"

"If soul skills cannot defeat you!"

"Then let me destroy you with physical attacks!"

Qian Daoliu knew that soul skills alone were no longer enough to deal with this Bone Dragon King.

He stopped holding back, his holy light surging as his Six-Winged Angel True Body fully manifested.

He condensed a brilliant Angel Holy Sword in his palm, the blade flowing with pure light of judgment, and charged forward with overwhelming holy might.

Facing the lunging Bone Dragon King, he swung his sword with lightning speed. Each strike carried the weight of a thousand tons, slamming into the white dragon bones and carving deep, gruesome gashes that reached the marrow.

Crisp sounds of bone fracturing echoed repeatedly as the extreme holy power eroded and disintegrated the Bone Dragon King's necromantic body.

Nearby, Zhongli Wu, who was controlling the Bone Dragon King, felt as if his heart were bleeding.

Every sword mark Qian Daoliu carved into the Bone Dragon King would take him a long time to heal.

Zhongli Wu had originally intended to use the Blood Pool on the scene to exhaust Qian Daoliu's soul power.

But as the Bone Dragon King fought Qian Daoliu, Zhongli Wu discovered that Qian Daoliu's soul power had not decreased in the slightest.

On the contrary, his holy aura was constantly decomposing the undead energy in the Blood Pool and converting it into his own.

This left Zhongli Wu both shocked and enraged.

Finally, seeing the Bone Dragon King about to be hacked into a pile of bones by Qian Daoliu, murderous intent surged in Zhongli Wu's eyes. Without further hesitation, he slammed a fierce palm strike toward the Death God Tower on the high platform!

With a thunderous boom, the tower shattered, and the Undead Collector built inside instantly broke into pieces.

Nearly three hundred thousand dormant undead broke free from their shackles, circling and roaring in the sky. Pitch-black death energy swept across the entire world, and a terrifying pressure descended instantly.

Zhongli Wu appeared utterly deranged, his black hair dancing wildly as he unleashed his Death God Demon Puppet Martial Soul to its limit, channeling his origin soul skill—Origin of Death! He forcibly devoured and refined the souls of countless fallen warriors, the surging power of death and stillness flooding his body, causing his soul power and death aura to skyrocket several times over.

He gathered all his strength, cloaked in a monstrous, deathly momentum, and prepared to detonate his death aura, intent on taking Qian Daoliu down with him in a single strike!

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu's expression shifted drastically as he instantly perceived Zhongli Wu's insane intentions.

The power of this ultimate Origin of Death detonation was terrifying; once it erupted, it would not only annihilate everyone present but also raze the entire Tiandou City to the ground.

At this critical juncture, Qian Daoliu dared not hesitate for a second. He first contacted Ye Guyi and the others through his communication soul device: "Ye Guyi, Luan Feng, Qiangu Zhenyue, Qiangu Zhenxie, Jin Lin, Guang Yao, return to your respective Soul Master Legions immediately and activate the linked defensive barriers! Remember to stay far away from the plaza altar!"

Suppressing his shock, he then exerted his full strength to unleash his hidden trump card, manifesting his second Martial Soul, the Destruction Scepter, and roared, "First Soul Skill: Destruction of All Things!"

An endless force of destruction erupted instantly, sweeping across the area to desperately counter the monstrous death aura.

Yet, even so, Qian Daoliu could only neutralize half of the Vengeful Spirit energy.

The remaining energy detonated amidst Zhongli Wu's maniacal laughter.

Qian Daoliu watched helplessly as Zhongli Wu triggered the explosion of nearly a hundred thousand Vengeful Spirits.

With no other choice, Qian Daoliu poured his full power into his second Martial Soul, the Destruction Scepter.

His Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul transformed completely into a purple Destruction Angel.

The Destruction Angel raised the Destruction Scepter high, releasing another "First Soul Skill: Destruction Cage!"

A purple-black force of destruction surged forth, manifesting as layers of restrictive cages that crashed down to shroud the surroundings.

The solid barrier of destruction locked down the sky-filling death aura, suppressing and containing the surging power of the detonation layer by layer.

The violent power of the Origin of Death detonation hammered against the cage, gradually dissolving as it met Qian Daoliu's Destruction Cage!

In the end, this terrifying explosive force broke through Qian Daoliu's control, detonating outward with Zhongli Wu at its core.

The explosion shattered everything, and as Zhongli Wu dissolved into nothingness, he mocked Qian Daoliu wildly: "Qian Daoliu, so what if you are a Limit Douluo?"

"You've still been played like a fool by This Seat!"

"Die! Die along with the entire Tiandou City!"

As he spoke, Qian Daoliu watched as Zhongli Wu, having completely turned into a void, prepared to flee.

Qian Daoliu felt immense wariness toward Zhongli Wu's mysterious methods.

He had clearly driven Zhongli Wu to the brink of death.

Yet, he had still allowed Zhongli Wu to escape, even if the man would be stripped of his vitality this time.

But it was undeniable that Zhongli Wu, at level 98, had once again escaped from the hands of a Limit Douluo like himself.

It had been the same with Ye Xishui, and now, the same with Zhongli Wu.

Qian Daoliu could only watch as Zhongli Wu fled into the distance, feeling utterly powerless to stop him.

Because the detonation of nearly a hundred thousand Vengeful Spirits was closing in on the entirety of Tiandou City.

Just as Qian Daoliu felt that all was beyond saving, he saw a pair of warm, familiar jade hands clasp his own as they gripped the Angel Holy Sword. At the same time, the owner of those hands whispered a chant beside him: "Nurturing life with vitality, forging rebirth through destruction, the two sources become one—Flower of Creation!"