Sacred Might Captures a God and Binds the Underworld; the Netherworld Reveals Reincarnation's Secrets

Qian Daoliu wore pristine white Enshrinement robes, his feet never touching the ground as he slowly floated out of the hall.

The sacred light surrounding him grew ever denser, forming faint silhouettes of angel wings. Each gentle beat scattered flecks of golden light, which fell to the ground and became sacred patterns that vanished in an instant.

At the sight, the Soul Masters in Spirit Hall's plaza stopped in their tracks and dropped to one knee, their heads bowed in heartfelt reverence.

Qian Daoliu's gaze passed over the plaza and locked precisely onto the God of Slaughter hiding in the shadows.

His eyes were calm and untroubled, yet carried the majesty of one looking down upon all living beings, like a deity scrutinizing ants. His voice was quiet, but it pierced the barriers of space and reached the God of Slaughter's ears clearly:

"You're the God of Slaughter, correct? Did the Divine Realm send you here because of the disappearing souls?"

The instant his words fell, the air around the God of Slaughter abruptly froze.

The God of Slaughter shuddered, his pupils contracting violently-he had thought he had suppressed his aura to the level of a Titled Douluo in the Mortal Realm, yet he had still been discovered so easily. He knew there was no point in hiding any longer. It would only cost him his dignity as a deity.

A dark shadow stirred, and the God of Slaughter's figure slowly emerged from the gloom.

He no longer deliberately restrained his aura. Titled Douluo-level killing intent erupted, spreading across the plaza like ink dropped into clear water and standing in stark opposition to Qian Daoliu's sacred light.

He beat his wings and rose into the air, the pitch-black wings behind him unfurling as he faced Qian Daoliu from a distance