In the forbidden grounds behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, three figures stood side by side atop the Star-Picking Tower.
Ning Fengzhi wore a white robe patterned with gold.
The jade tea cup he had been holding had long since fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces.
At his side, Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his face pale.
The Seven Kill Sword behind him, reputed to possess the greatest offensive power, trembled uncontrollably.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong's eyelids twitched wildly.
Black mist continuously churned around him, yet he did not dare release even the slightest trace of it.
"Fengzhi, did you see it clearly?"
Gu Rong's voice trembled in a way that was rarely heard.
"That was... an Angel Martial Soul phantom, right?"
"A God Rank Six-Winged Angel!"
"I saw it. I saw it perfectly clearly."
Ning Fengzhi's expression was taut, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep horror.
"That was not an ordinary Titled Douluo phenomenon. That was the power of laws."
"The flow of Soul Power above the entire Heaven Dou City was torn apart in that instant."
"Uncle Sword, what did your Seven Kill Sword sense?"
Chen Xin slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened them again, they were filled with dejection and reverence.
"My sword is afraid."
"I have cultivated my entire life, and I have always believed my sword intent to be pure. Even when facing a Level 99 Limit Douluo, I would still dare to strike."
"But when that beam of light appeared just now..."
"I only felt that even the Divine-Demon Domain was as fragile as paper."
"That was the gap between dimensions, the chasm between mortals and gods."
"Qian Daoliu... he truly crossed that threshold. He became a god."