Eyes of Different Colors!
"You lowly brat, how dare you be so insolent!"
Qian Daoliu stood in mid-air, his six wings spread, looking down at Qin Chuan below.
Golden holy light flowed around him, illuminating the entire hall, even dimming the Six-Winged Angel statue in its radiance.
His gaze swept across the main hall.
The three wooden figures remained frozen in place. Snake Lance Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, and Demon Subduing Douluo maintained their respective postures without moving. The time for the wooden figure state had not yet expired, and they were unaffected by the collapse of the domain.
The three worshippers, struck by lightning, lay in the ruins, their Soul Power scattered, unable to rise for a short time.
Only Golden Crocodile Douluo and himself remained.
Qian Daoliu glanced at the blood at the corner of Qin Chuan's mouth, then at the half-cracked God of Drama Mask, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
This young man is indeed quite capable, managing to stir up such a huge storm in the Worship Hall.
But so what!
In his heart, no one was more important than Qian Renxue.
She is a woman destined to become a god.
[Below the gods, all are but ants!]
"Kill them!" Qian Daoliu still didn't make a move.
Golden Crocodile Douluo still retains the Golden Crocodile King Avatar, his dark golden scales shimmering in the holy light.
Upon hearing the command, he pushed off with both legs, and his dark golden figure rushed towards Qin Chuan. His crocodile claws, imbued with the sharp edge of Gengjin, pierced straight for Qin Chuan's heart with a shrill cry that seemed to tear through space.
Qin Chuan's Game Domain has shattered, and his body can no longer move freely as before.
But he remained calm.
The cracks on the God of Drama Mask widened, and the entire mask shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.
Qin Chuan's face reappeared, the blood at the corner of his mouth still wet, but his eyes had changed.
Left eye, ice blue.
Right eye, gold.
Heterochromia (different colored eyes)
Tian Meng Samsara Eye, open!
Qin Chuan's aura completely changed in that instant.
The previous eerie aura of rules disappeared, replaced by an unfathomable fluctuation of spiritual power, like an undercurrent surging beneath the ice, a chilling force capable of freezing everything beneath a calm surface.
The Golden Crocodile Douluo's crocodile claws were already upon them.
Qin Chuan raised his right hand, palm facing forward.
Almighty Push!
An invisible repulsive force erupted from the palm.
There was no light, no sound, only a pure force of repulsion, as if space itself was pushing everything away.
Bang!
Golden Crocodile Douluo's body was bounced away.
His crocodile claw stopped three inches from Qin Chuan's face, then was pushed backward by an irresistible force.
His feet carved two deep furrows in the ground, and he stumbled backward seven or eight meters before crashing into a stone pillar and coming to a stop.
The stone pillar was split in half, and pebbles were falling from it.
Qian Daoliu watched this scene from mid-air, his silver-white eyebrows slightly raised.
"Um?"
He sensed the change in Qin Chuan's Martial Soul aura.
The strange, Rule-Type Martial Soul from before has disappeared, and now the young man is emanating a completely different kind of power—a mental power.
"So it's the Body Martial Soul." Qian Daoliu muttered, his brows furrowing. "Wait, this Soul Power..."
He sensed something was wrong.
Although Qin Chuan's Soul Power fluctuations were only at level 74, the depth and thickness of his spiritual power were like that of someone who had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years.
"Golden Crocodile Douluo, step aside," Qian Daoliu said.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood up from the pile of rubble, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He glanced at Qin Chuan, did not refute, and retreated to a corner of the main hall.
Qian Daoliu slowly fell to the ground.
His six wings folded, and the golden holy light also diminished considerably. It was as if he was restraining his power, not wanting to blast the boy into dust with a single strike.
He carefully examined Qin Chuan.
"Young man, you have great talent." Qian Daoliu's voice calmed down a bit. "Twin Martial Souls, one of which is such a strange Rule-Type, is indeed rare."
He paused.
"But so what? Beneath the gods, all are but ants! To die by my hand today is an honor for you."
"Is that so?" Qin Chuan raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared at Qian Daoliu with his heterochromatic eyes. "Look at those defeated opponents."
Qian Daoliu remained silent.
A yellow ring lit up beneath his feet, activating his First Soul Skill.
Golden Angel Soul Power condensed on his fist, and with a single step, his figure vanished from the spot.
The next moment he appeared in front of Qin Chuan, his fist covered with a thin layer of golden light, aiming straight for Qin Chuan's chest.
First Soul Skill: Angel Assault.
What appears to be a simple punch carries the force of Angel judgment, crushing forward the moment it arrives.
Qin Chuan felt as if the air in front of him had turned into a golden wall, so oppressive that even breathing became difficult.
That's too fast!
Qin Chuan immediately activated the spiritual power of the Tian Meng Samsara Eye, and his left hand suddenly moved to the side.
The palm was not aimed at Qian Daoliu, but at the Golden Crocodile Douluo standing in the corner of the hall.
"Universal Pull!"
An invisible force of gravity passed through half of the hall, locking the body of Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Golden Crocodile Douluo was completely dumbfounded. He was pulled off the ground by an irresistible force, the stone bricks beneath his feet shattered, and his body flew towards Qin Chuan like a dark golden cannonball.
"This~!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed drastically. He tried to steady himself, but the enormous suction force gave him no chance to resist.
Qin Chuan stepped aside, and the massive body of the Golden Crocodile Douluo stood perfectly between him and Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu ' Angel Assault crashed down with a deafening roar.
The fist slammed into Golden Crocodile Douluo's back.
Boom!
The Angel Holy Light struck the scales of the Golden Crocodile Douluo, accompanied by a divine dissolving power.
A large patch of scales was scorched black by the Angel Soul Power, then shattered and peeled off.
Golden Crocodile Douluo groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
His body was blasted forward by the punch, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop amidst a pile of rubble.
Qian Daoliu withdrew his fist, his gaze passing through the dust kicked up by the Golden Crocodile Douluo, and looked at Qin Chuan, who stood unharmed behind him, his brows furrowing slightly.
Qin Chuan flicked his left hand, not forgetting to add a sarcastic remark, "You're really ruthless, killing your own people?"
Qian Daoliu showed no surprise. He immediately flipped out his left hand, his five fingers spread, and a golden light bullet condensed in his palm.
Fourth Soul Skill: Golden Rainbow Pierces the Sun!
The light bullet left his hand, trailing a golden flame, and with its own tracking effect, Qin Chuan like a miniature sun.
The light projectile's flight path was not a straight line, but a strange arc, sealing off any dodge space on either side.
Qin Chuan did not dodge. He raised his right hand, palm facing the light bullet, and his spiritual power surged out.
Almighty Push!
An invisible repulsive force collided with the golden light orb, which paused in mid-air for a moment before deflecting and slamming into the side wall of the hall.
The golden shockwave from the explosion swept outwards, the intense light blinding Qin Chuan, forcing him to squint.
This was the moment that Qian Daoliu had been waiting for.
His figure emerged from the aftershocks of the explosion, appearing behind Qin Chuan. His Eighth Soul Ring lit up, radiating a solemn and sacred aura.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Angel Holy Judgment."