Tian Meng Golem
A golden blade of light materialized in Qian Daoliu's hand.
The blade was as clear as glass, with Angel patterns flowing slowly across its surface. This strike was imbued with divinity; upon impact, it would produce an annihilation and purification effect. A single blow to an ordinary Titled Douluo would instantly dissipate 30% of their Soul Power.
The light blade slashed down.
A golden arc of light streaked through the air, aiming straight for Qin Chuan's nape.
Qin Chuan neither turned around nor dodged.
His left eye was ice blue, and his right eye was gold. His heterochromatic pupils lit up at the same time, and his spiritual power surged out of his body like a flood bursting its banks.
"Tian Meng Golem!"
An icy blue light exploded from beneath his feet, not spreading in all directions, but rapidly rising upwards with his body as the core.
First came the legs. Two icy blue pillars of light rose from the ground, solidifying into thick leg bones covered with translucent ice crystal armor. The texture of each piece of armor looked as if it had been naturally frozen from ten thousand years of ice.
Then came the torso. The broad breastplate took shape in the light, and ribs emerged one by one, with icy blue light flowing between the bones.
Next came the arms. Two arms, as thick as stone pillars, stretched out from the sides of the torso, with ice crystals swirling and condensing at the joints, making a soft crackling sound.
Finally, the head.
A colossal head materialized at the very top. It had no facial features, only two deep eye sockets, within which burned icy blue ghostly flames. Cold, ancient, and devoid of any emotion, it resembled a god of death that had watched over this world for millions of years.
The Tian Meng Golem took shape.
A towering, ice-blue colossal statue, ten meters tall, stands in the center of the Worship Hall. Its entire body is condensed from the essence of spiritual ice, and countless golden rings can be seen slowly flowing inside its translucent body.
Qin Chuan stood at the chest of the colossus, completely enveloped in icy blue light, like the heart of the statue.
He raised his hand, and the colossus raised its hand. He took a step, and the colossus took a step. Man and statue were perfectly integrated, their movements synchronized to the very last second.
The Angel Holy Judgment struck the back of the Tian Meng Golem's neck.
Ding~!
A crisp, yet piercing, metallic clang.
The golden blade of light struck the surface of the ice-blue crystal armor, scattering a shower of sparks that intertwined gold and blue.
The divine annihilation effect attached to the light blade corroded wildly at the point of contact, and a layer of golden burn marks appeared on the surface of the ice crystal. However, the burn marks had only spread for half an inch when they were re-frozen, repaired, and covered by the spiritual ice essence surging from within.
Qian Daoliu's wrist trembled.
His Angel Holy Judgment struck the layer of ice crystal armor as if it were striking a piece of ancient, cold iron. The force of the recoil traveled along the sword to the base of his hand, causing his fingers to go slightly numb.
"Hmm?" Qian Daoliu's silver-white eyebrows furrowed.
He took a step back and re-examined the suddenly appearing, ice-blue colossus before him.
The Tian Meng Golem slowly turned around.
The enormous head, devoid of facial features, lowered, its two eye sockets, burning with icy blue flames, facing Qian Daoliu.
The temperature in the Worship Hall plummeted by tens of degrees at that moment, the breath turned into white mist, thick frost formed on the surface of the stone pillars, and even the Six-Winged Angel statue was covered with ice crystals.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood in the corner of the main hall, his dark golden vertical pupils suddenly contracting.
"What kind of Soul Skill is this...?"
He had seen all sorts of Martial Soul Avatar and all sorts of strange and wonderful Soul Skill transformations, but he had never seen anything like this before.
A level 74 Soul Saint conjured a ten-meter-tall ice-blue giant statue out of thin air, enveloping himself inside, becoming one with the statue.
This doesn't seem like Soul Skill; it's more like some kind of ancient forbidden technique.
Qian Daoliu's feelings were even deeper than those of Golden Crocodile Douluo.
He is Quasi-God, an existence who has touched the barrier of divinity, and his perception of power far surpasses that of ordinary people.
At this moment, he clearly felt that the aura emanating from this ice-blue giant statue was like some kind of primordial power that had existed since the beginning of the continent.
"A million years..." Qian Daoliu murmured a few words, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
The Tian Meng Golem didn't give him any more time to think.
The colossus's right hand slowly clenched, and icy blue light condensed, stretched, and compressed in its palm.
A three-meter-long ice blade took shape in the giant's hand. The blade was entirely ice-blue, as thin as a cicada's wing, and its edges reflected a cold light. The chill overflowed along the blade and condensed into tiny ice crystals in mid-air, which then fell down.
The Tian Meng Golem charges forward, blade raised.
The ten-meter-tall colossus took a step, and the stone bricks beneath its feet shattered, with cracks spreading in all directions.
With the second step taken, the entire Worship Hall trembled.
In the third step, the colossus was already in front of Qian Daoliu, raising its ice blade high above its head and slashing down from above.
This strike lacked any fancy techniques; it was purely a crushing blow based on sheer power and mental strength, like an iceberg collapsing.
Qian Daoliu a powerful six-winged fan, his body rapidly retreating while simultaneously raising the Angel Holy Sword to parry.
Boom!
The ice blade struck the Angel Holy Sword, and the point of impact exploded into a ball of interwoven gold and blue light.
The shockwave swept outwards from the point of impact, shattering all the remaining stone pillars and sending debris flying.
Golden Crocodile Douluo was thrown back more than ten steps by the aftershock, barely managing to stand up by leaning against the wall.
The three severely injured and fallen elders were pushed several meters across the ground by the shockwave.
Qian Daoliu's feet plowed two half-foot-deep furrows in the ground, and he took a full five steps back to dissipate the force of the blow.
"That was a heavy blow."
The Tian Meng Golem did not stop.
As the ice blade retreated, his left fist slammed out, carrying an icy blue mental shockwave that swept over Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu dodged the punch to the side, shattered the ice shell with his Soul Power, and flapped his six wings to create distance.
The Tian Meng Golem relentlessly pursued them.
The ice blades slashed horizontally, vertically, upward, and thrust forward; each strike carried overwhelming power.
Where the blade flashed, the moisture in the air instantly condensed into ice crystals. Under the golden holy light, the ice crystals refracted countless fragments of light, making the entire Worship Hall seem to be swallowed up by a blizzard.
Qian Daoliu dodged and weaved through the onslaught of ice blades, while the Angel Holy Sword continuously parried, deflected, and counterattacked.
The Golden Crocodile Douluo watched this scene with disbelief in his eyes.
"It can defend and attack..." Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was a little dry, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, "This thing is simply a killing machine."
The battle continues.
Qin Chuan has already produced all the negatives, while Qian Daoliu still has a trump card up his sleeve!
"Interesting." Qian Daoliu's voice deepened.
He raised the Angel Holy Sword, and his ninth Soul Ring began to slowly light up, spreading a red light throughout the hall, carrying a chilling aura that seemed to promise the end of everything.
Angel's Breath.
His most prized possession.
If this move is unleashed, the golden holy light will completely dissolve all the Soul Power in the Worship Hall, the Tian Meng Golem will crumble in the holy light, and Qin Chuan will completely lose his ability to fight.
Qin Chuan's heterochromatic eyes were fixed on the Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand, and he felt a sense of apprehension.
Just as Qian Daoliu's ninth Soul Skill was reaching its peak, and golden holy light overflowed from his body, about to sweep across the entire arena.
The palace doors were suddenly pushed open.
It's the Porcupinefish Douluo.
His face was ashen, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was trembling all over. When he reached the center of the hall, he could no longer stand, his legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground.
"Great Enshrined!"
Qian Daoliu stopped his momentum-building movement.
The light of his ninth Soul Ring paused, then stopped. He turned his head and looked at the Porcupinefish Douluo kneeling on the ground.
"Young Master, she..." The Porcupinefish Douluo's lips trembled for a long time before he managed to squeeze out the rest of the words.
"She... she's dead."
After saying these words, the Porcupinefish Douluo slammed his head against the stone bricks, blood seeping from his forehead, and with a thud, he collapsed to the ground.