Qian Renxue is Dead!
Qian Daoliu's hand froze in mid-air.
The golden light on the Angel Holy Sword flashed and then went out.
Qin Chuan also stopped, and the Tian Meng Golem retracted its attack stance.
The entire Worship Hall fell into a deathly silence.
Only the heavy breathing of the Porcupinefish Douluo lying on the ground could be heard.
At that moment, heavy footsteps sounded outside the palace gate.
Four guards in black carried a crystal coffin slowly into the main hall. The crystal coffin was completely transparent, reflecting the remaining golden holy light inside the hall, making the person inside clearly visible.
Long, golden hair spread out at the bottom of the crystal, like melting sunlight.
His skin was deathly pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and his face looked as peaceful as if he were asleep; there was not a trace of color on his lips.
That was Qian Renxue.
There was no breathing, no fluctuation of Soul Power, and no vital signs.
Golden Crocodile Douluo rushed over from the corner, knocking over two piles of rubble along the way, and lay down beside the coffin. His dark golden vertical pupils reflected the pale face of the girl inside the coffin.
He reached out his hand, trembling, and placed his palm on the surface of the crystal coffin, using his Soul Power to sense the aura inside.
There was nothing there.
"Young Master..." His voice was hoarse beyond words.
Qin Chuan also walked over and stood beside the coffin, looking down at Qian Renxue inside the crystal coffin. His eyes were red, and two tears slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the edge of the crystal coffin.
Qian Daoliu walked to the coffin, his steps slow.
The Six-Winged Angel Avatar has been dispelled; he is now merely an old man dressed in a white Angel God robe.
He stretched out his hand, which was trembling.
The hand that once wielded the Angel Holy Sword, slaying countless powerful figures, now trembled so much that it could barely hold the surface of the crystal coffin. His palm pressed against the coffin lid, using all his life's cultivation to sense the aura of his granddaughter inside.
There was nothing there.
There was no fluctuation of Soul Power, no breathing, and body temperature was disappearing.
Even the residual resonance of the Angel Bloodline has been severed.
Qian Renxue is dead.
Ah~~!
A low, mournful cry roared from the depths of Qian Daoliu's throat.
His body hunched over, and he lay prone beside the crystal coffin, his hands gripping the edge of the coffin tightly.
"Xiao Xue..."
His voice no longer sounded like that of a Limit Douluo.
"It's Grandpa's fault..."
He recalled Qin Chuan's words, those words he had dismissed with disdain at the time. "[You had Qian Renxue impersonate Xue Qinghe to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and seize power. Did you even consider her safety?]"
Qian Daoliu's body trembled violently.
It was him, it was him who made Qian Renxue play the role of a man, to navigate among emperors and generals, and to face one danger after another that could be exposed at any moment.
They say it's a trial, part of the Angel God Trial.
He said that power struggles and manipulative tactics are necessary trials on the path to becoming a god.
but...
Qian Xunji has already passed away.
Qian Renxue is the sole heir to the Six-Winged Angel bloodline and the only hope for the Angel Godhood. All his plans, schemes, and efforts in his life were placed on this girl.
With Xiao Xue's death, the bloodline of the Qian Family was severed!
The Angel Inheritance has been completely severed!
It was he, Qian Daoliu, who personally destroyed the Angel Clan.
"Ah--!"
Qian Daoliu, their cries echoing to the heavens.
This was no longer a low sob, but a desperate roar from an old man who had lost everything.
The sound waves, carrying the Soul Power shockwave of a level 99 Limit Douluo, caused countless cracks to appear on the dome of the entire Worship Hall, and fragments of stone fell like rain.
Several cracks appeared on the Six-Winged Angel statue, and its divine light dimmed.
Golden Crocodile Douluo lay beside the coffin, his face covered in tears.
He had followed Qian Renxue for many years, watching her grow from an innocent little girl into the shrewd and resourceful "Crown Prince" of the Heaven Dou Empire. Now, seeing her lifeless face lying in the crystal coffin, all his strength shattered.
The other worshippers also regained consciousness.
Azure Luan Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, and Qian Jun Douluo, having recovered some of their Soul Power, dragged their heavily injured bodies over and were all stunned when they saw Qian Renxue in the crystal coffin.
"Young Master..." Azure Luan Douluo's voice was hoarse, his usually aloof and cold face filled with disbelief.
The Mighty Lion Douluo's fist slammed into the ground, shattering the stone bricks and causing blood to seep from between his fingers, but he felt no pain.
The Qian Jun Douluo knelt down in silence.
The three wooden figures— Snake Lance Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, and Demon Subduing Douluo— remained rooted to the spot, unable to move.
But they could all see it; they could all see the lifeless girl in the crystal coffin.
Tears streamed from Snake Lance Douluo's vertical pupils. He was Qian Renxue's personal bodyguard in the Heaven Dou Empire, and he had failed to protect her.
The entire Worship Hall was plunged into deep sorrow.
Qian Daoliu knelt beside the crystal coffin and cried for a long time.
His tears dripped onto the coffin lid, mingling with the blood between his fingers, and slowly flowed down the crystal's texture.
Qin Chuan stood to the side, head down, eyes red-rimmed.
He knew it was all fake. Qian Renxue wasn't dead; it was just the effect of the God of Drama Feigned Death Potion. But looking at Qian Daoliu's appearance, even he felt a pang of pity.
A Level 99 Limit Douluo, the strongest demigod on the continent, was now weeping like an ordinary old man beside the crystal coffin.
All that majesty, that power, that divine pressure that suppressed all mortal souls—all of it paled in comparison to his granddaughter's "death."
But Qin Chuan understood that if he followed Qian Daoliu's logic and let the original plot unfold, he would only be letting Qian Daoliu glimpse this tragedy ahead of time.
After a long while, Qian Daoliu slowly straightened up.
His eyes were red, and the tear tracks on his face were still wet. But his expression changed; the sadness hadn't dissipated, but instead, he turned in another direction.
His gaze became fixated.
He thought of Qian Xunji's death. It was a blood debt that had remained unresolved for decades.
Now, his granddaughter has been murdered.
He devoted his life to Angel, protecting the bloodline and lineage of Angel. His son died for this cause, and his granddaughter perished because of it.
The gods that Qian Daoliu devoted everything to worshipping received nothing in return!
His mindset is shifting. From an "old man who has lost everything" to a "revenge hero who will stop at nothing to avenge his granddaughter."
Unacceptable!
He cannot accept Qian Renxue's death!
We cannot accept the demise of the Angel lineage!
I cannot accept this ending!
If Heaven doesn't give him justice, he'll go and get it himself!
And just then...
Bibi Dong strode in, with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo following behind her on either side.
The three people stopped as soon as they stepped across the threshold.
The Worship Hall is in a terrible state.
The white jade pillar was mostly broken, with rubble covering the ground. Several huge cracks appeared in the dome, and dust was still falling from the cracks.
The left wing of the Six-Winged Angel statue is missing a corner, and its divine light is dim.
The ground was covered with deep pits and ravines, and everywhere there were scorch marks and ice crystals left by the collision of Soul Power.
Chrysanthemum Douluo gasped and instinctively took a step forward, blocking Bibi Dong's path.
Ghost Douluo's gaze swept quickly across the hall, landing on Azure Luan Douluo and Mighty Lion Douluo lying in the pile of rubble. He then saw Qian Jun Douluo kneeling on the ground, and then the three worshippers who were still in a wooden pose. His pupils suddenly contracted.
Of the Great Enshrined, none were intact, some were injured, some were stiff.