Seeing Qian Daoliu like this, Lin Ya nodded.
"That's right. I've actually always been curious whether my ability could strip away divine rings. After thinking it over, I figured there shouldn't be a problem."
The difference between a million-year soul ring and a divine ring lay in divine power, and a divine ring could perfectly make up for that.
So where was Lin Ya supposed to find a divine ring now?
Charge into the God Realm?
Setting aside whether he could win, those gods had no grudge against him. How could he possibly go around killing them?
That made his target obvious.
"Ninth Soul Skill—"
Qian Daoliu suddenly shouted. He wanted to make one last desperate attempt to kill Lin Ya!
A terrible premonition had suddenly risen within him. Even Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue combined might not be a match for the man before him!
Yet before Qian Daoliu's voice had even faded, Lin Ya simply extended one hand toward him.
There was no overwhelming aura. Lin Ya's finger merely touched Qian Daoliu lightly on the forehead.
Then...
Qian Daoliu felt all his Soul Power vanish completely!
What Ninth Soul Skill? What Angel Domain? What divine skill?
At this moment, Qian Daoliu could no longer use any of them.
However, the backlash from forcibly driving Angel God's divine power surfaced. He could feel his life force draining away at a terrifying rate...
"I... won't let you go even as a ghost..."
After saying that, Qian Daoliu closed his eyes for good.
Spirit Hall's Grand Consecrator, invincible in the skies, a level-99 Limit Douluo, had died just like that at Lin Ya's hands.
Below, as they watched Qian Daoliu die, all the soul masters of the New Interception Sect erupted in excitement.
"Qian Daoliu... is dead?" Chen Xin's body trembled.