Final Battle with Qian Daoliu, Sacrificing the Dead Soldiers

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly emerged from the shadows. Hearing the voices, everyone hurriedly turned to look at them.

"Qian Daoliu!"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes at the two of them. He had not expected Qian Daoliu to come after all, but if it was only for the time it took an incense stick to burn, it was not impossible.

"That's right. What do you think, sir?"

Qian Daoliu asked. If that man could hold out against him for the duration of an incense stick, then so what if they formed an alliance? Spirit Hall would also gain another powerful ally.

"Fine."

Qin Feng pretended to think for a while before nodding. Qin Yi should be able to hold on for the time it took an incense stick to burn. Even if he could not, so what? At worst, he would give up the mission.

"Qian Daoliu, a level ninety-nine Strength Attack Titled Douluo. Please enlighten me."

As soon as Qian Daoliu finished speaking, a golden Six-Winged Angel appeared behind him. Nine Soul Rings rose around him, nine black and one red.

"I would not dare presume to offer guidance."

"Qin Yi, a level ninety-eight Strength Attack Titled Douluo."

Qin Yi's voice was utterly calm, as though he was not facing a Peerless Douluo. He had already prepared himself to die.

It was impossible not to be afraid when facing someone stronger than himself. He had feelings too, but he could not show any fear, because he had to be the sharpest sword in his master's hand.

"Hahaha, what courage."

Qian Daoliu laughed heartily. Then, an incense stick suddenly appeared in his hand. With a flick, he planted it upright in the ground.

He then flew into the sky and looked down upon Qin Yi.

Seeing this, the people around them were so frightened that they barely dared to breathe. How could they not fear a battle between level ninety-nine experts?

Some also looked at Qin Yi with admiration. To use level ninety-eight soul power against level ninety-nine, they could not help but respect him.

"Make your move. If you do not act now, you will not get another chance."

Qian Daoliu suddenly spoke. It was not that he looked down on Qin Yi. Reaching level ninety-eight was no easy feat, and he did not want to kill such a talented soul master so easily.

"Is that so?"

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow. Did Qian Daoliu look down on him that much? Did he not know that even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit?

He said nothing. A dark-red blade appeared in his hand, while nine Soul Rings rose around him.

"Oh? A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?"

Qian Daoliu was not overly shocked, merely surprised. Someone with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring was actually serving beneath another. That truly should not have been the case.

"First Soul Skill, Blood Baleful Slash."

(Blood baleful energy condensed upon the edge of the Demonic Sword, striking the enemy with a slash as crimson blade energy cut toward them.)

Holding his great blade, Qin Yi slashed toward Qian Daoliu. In an instant, a blood-red blade aura flew at Qian Daoliu.

"Oh, not bad."

Despite his words, Qian Daoliu's expression did not change as he watched the incoming blade aura. He extended one finger and slowly held it in the air.

Boom!

The blade aura instantly struck Qian Daoliu's finger. When the dust settled, Qian Daoliu remained completely unharmed.

Qian Daoliu blew on his finger, then flicked it. A golden crescent-shaped arc flew toward Qin Yi.

Boom!

Qin Yi hurriedly swung his blade to block it. After the explosion, countless tiny wounds appeared across his body.

"The gap in soul power is too great. Do I really have to use that move?"

Qin Yi muttered to himself, his face carrying a trace of reluctance. But he soon let out a sigh.

"System, what was that move you mentioned that could withstand a Peerless Douluo?"

Qin Feng asked doubtfully in his mind. From Qin Yi's condition, he clearly did not want to use that move.

"Ding. Soul masters above the Soul King level must be sacrificed to temporarily reach the level of a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo. The more soul masters sacrificed, the greater the strength."

This time, Qin Feng fell silent. He had not expected it to be like this. He hurriedly called over the nearby Pawns. He did not want the dead soldiers to die.

"If you still do not attack, then I will."

Qian Daoliu looked at the incense stick, which had already burned halfway down. If he waited any longer, it would burn out entirely.

"Alas!"

Qin Yi let out a heavy sigh, then turned to look at the dead soldiers behind him. The dead soldiers all nodded. Clearly, they knew this move as well.

"Hahaha!"

"Ninth Soul Skill, Blood Sacrifice!"

Qin Yi laughed bitterly twice. The sky suddenly turned blood-red, and the Demonic Sword trembled several times.

"What is happening?"

The surrounding Titled Douluo all wore confused expressions. Why had the sky suddenly turned red? Then they looked toward Qin Yi.

Bibi Dong stared at Qin Yi with a grave expression before looking at the Demonic Sword in his hand.

The dead soldiers around them who were below the Titled Douluo level nodded at the same time. Then, one after another, they self-destructed and died, while their blood essence flew toward the Demonic Sword.

"Argh!"

Qin Yi roared. His eyes had turned blood-red, and the Demonic Sword became even more crimson.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Tool Soul Avatar."

The Demonic Sword in Qin Yi's hand rapidly enlarged, while armor appeared over his body, leaving only those two blood-red eyes exposed.

"Oh! He has risen to the level of a Peerless Douluo!"

A trace of gravity appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes. Forcibly raising himself to level ninety-nine through such a method—how ruthless!

"What?!"

Bibi Dong shot to her feet in shock. She had not expected this man to still have another trump card.

"What?! Level ninety-nine?"

Everyone in the Hall of Elders was stunned. They had already been shocked to hear of a level ninety-eight expert, yet he had actually risen to level ninety-nine.

Even Golden Crocodile Douluo stared in disbelief. He truly had not expected such a method to exist. Then he looked at Qian Daoliu with deep concern.

"Alas! My dead soldiers!"

Qin Feng felt like crying without tears. The dead soldiers he had just summoned had died before they could even be used. Only three remained. Families, who understands this feeling?

If the system gave him garbage rewards after he completed the mission, he might as well bite his tongue and kill himself.

"Qian Daoliu, make your move."

A hoarse voice emerged from Qin Yi's mouth. He then pointed the sword in his hand at Qian Daoliu.

"Yes, it is time for me to act."

Qian Daoliu muttered to himself. How many years had it been since he had encountered an opponent like this? The last time had been with his two old friends, though things were no longer the same.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

The Six-Winged Angel appeared behind Qian Daoliu, while pure white light radiated from his body, making him seem like an angel.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Teleportation Slash."

(Could teleport to a designated location seven times and launch a slash.)

Whoosh...

Qin Yi instantly vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already behind Qian Daoliu. Before Qian Daoliu could react, Qin Yi swung his blade.

"Hmph."

A muffled grunt rang out. A wound appeared on Qian Daoliu's back, blood flowing from it.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Angel Descent!"

Having been caught off guard and slashed, Qian Daoliu shouted furiously. In all these years, no one had ever managed to wound him.