Who Said a Divine Official Wasn't a God!

Qian Jue slowly raised his right hand. A pitch-black energy sphere, radiating an aura of destruction, rapidly condensed in his palm.

He looked down at the three below, his tone like that of a supreme ruler pronouncing death upon insects:

"What? Not running anymore? Or do you think the three of you can stop me?"

Faced with Qian Jue's provocation, Da Ming, Er Ming, and Chen Hai all remained silent.

Chen Hai gripped the Sea God Helmet tightly, pouring Soul Power into it with all his might. Azure Sea God's Light formed a thin shield around his body, resisting Qian Jue's terrifying, all-pervasive pressure.

He knew he was certain to die today, yet the fighting spirit in his eyes burned brighter than ever.

Da Ming and Er Ming exchanged a glance.

It was a look only the two brothers could understand.

"Big Brother, for Xiao Dong's safety, we can only take the final step."

Er Ming's voice was low, but it carried unquestionable resolve.

"Mm." Da Ming nodded slightly, and a relieved smile appeared on his stern face.

"Since the rules of Douluo Continent can no longer restrain this demon, then we'll use the rules of the God Realm to teach him how to behave."

The two said nothing more. They stepped forward together, one step at a time, walking toward Qian Jue in midair.

They used no flying soul skill, yet they walked upon empty space as though an invisible staircase supported their bodies.

With every step upward, their auras underwent a subtle change.

"Hmm?"

Qian Jue raised an eyebrow as he watched them approach.

He keenly sensed that the auras around the two were rising in an extremely bizarre manner.

It was not an increase in Soul Power, but a transformation in the level of their very lives!