Heaven Dou City's Gate, the Bloodbath Begins
Qian Daoliu's figure disappeared into the horizon Worship Hall.
Qin Chuan stood beside the crystal coffin, looking up at the receding golden streak of light outside the palace gate.
He knew very well that with Qian Daoliu gone, the Heaven Dou Imperial City was about to undergo a major upheaval.
Level 99 Limit Douluo, a half-step god, Quasi-God- level being who has completed the Angel Eight Trials.
Once a powerhouse of this caliber loses his mind and charges in recklessly, no force in the entire capital of the Heaven Dou Empire can stop him.
Tang Xiao and Yu Yuanzhen.
Even with all the garrison troops, Soul Master, and Imperial Guards of the Heaven Dou Imperial City combined, they wouldn't be enough to defeat Qian Daoliu alone.
Qin Chuan withdrew his gaze and glanced down at Qian Renxue, who lay quietly in the crystal coffin.
Her "fake death" was perfect.
Even Qian Daoliu couldn't detect the flaw in the effect of the God of Drama Feigned Death Potion," and it was undetectable to anyone below the God level. The five thousand Points spent on this pill were well worth it.
[Good, this is how Qian Daoliu should be. It saves me a lot of effort.]
The Heaven Dou Empire's royal family, the Clear Sky Sect, and the Blue Lightning Clan are the three biggest obstacles to the Spirit Hall's unification of the continent.
If Bibi Dong fights alone, how long will it take?
Heaven Dou City.
The capital of the first empire on the continent, with a population of one million, towering city walls, and a magnificent presence.
The last rays of dusk fell on the city gate tower, where the soldiers were changing shifts. Long queues stretched out at the city gate, with caravans, pedestrians, and carriages coming and going as usual.
The city defense commander stood on the city gate tower and yawned.
Today was just another ordinary day.
Then he saw the golden light on the horizon.
At first, he thought it was the sunset. In Heaven Dou City, the evening sky is often covered with golden-red clouds, which is very beautiful.
But the golden light was moving, and getting closer and closer. It was moving at an absurdly fast speed.
The city's defense commander squinted, put his hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the light, and looked towards the horizon.
A golden point of light shot down from the horizon, trailing a long tail of light, like a falling star.
"What is that?" His adjutant also noticed it.
The city's defense commander's pupils constricted sharply.
That was a person.
Six enormous white wings unfolded in golden holy light, and long, silvery-white hair billowed backward as the bird flew at high speed. The pure white Angel God robes fluttered wildly.
He was enveloped in golden light, like a god descending from the heavens.
"A... Titled Douluo?!" the adjutant's voice rang out.
The city defense commander grabbed the battlement and roared down, "Alert! Alert!"
It's too late.
Qian Daoliu fell from the sky.
He did not slow down. His six wings folded, and his body transformed into a golden meteor, landing steadily at the city gate.
The moment he landed, the stone brick ground within a 30-meter radius of his landing point shattered, sending rubble and dust billowing into the sky.
The shockwave knocked over a large portion of the crowd at the city gate.
The horses in the caravan were startled and neighed, the wagons overturned, and the goods were scattered all over the ground.
The people queuing to enter the city screamed and scattered in all directions.
Qian Daoliu stood in a shallow pit.
His hair was as white as snow, and his white robe was spotless. His eyes were golden, but his pupils held no warmth.
The city gate guards reacted quickly. Within ten breaths, fifty elite infantrymen had formed ranks, spears pointing forward and shields arrayed, blocking the city gate opening.
The city defense commander rushed down from the city gate tower, drew his sword, and stood at the very front of the line.
"Who goes there! This is the sacred grounds of the Heaven Dou Imperial City; no unauthorized entry is permitted!"
Qian Daoliu didn't look at him. His gaze passed through the shield wall, through the city gate, and landed on the magnificent golden palace in the distance inside the city.
He took a step forward.
The city defense commander was a level 40 Soul Ancestor. Facing the imposing aura of Titled Douluo, it was already quite an achievement that he could stand still. However, he was a soldier of the Heaven Dou Empire, and it was his duty to retreat.
"Fire!" the archer commander on the city gate tower gave the order.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Dozens of crossbow bolts rained down from the city walls, covering the area where Qian Daoliu was located.
Qian Daoliu stopped and raised his right hand.
A golden Angel Holy Sword appeared in his palm. The sword was as clear as glass, with Angel patterns flowing on its surface.
He gripped his sword and casually swung it forward.
Just like that.
A golden sword aura flew out from the sword, more than fifty meters wide, and its height extended from the ground all the way to the top of the city gate tower.
The sword energy swept across the rain of arrows, slicing all the crossbow bolts into pieces in mid-air, with metal fragments falling in a flurry.
The sword energy continued forward.
Fifty infantrymen defending the city were neatly cut in two, shields and all.
Shields shattered, spears broke, and blood mist filled the air.
The city defense commander's upper and lower body were separated. His eyes were still open, and his lips were still moving, as if he wanted to say something, but he could no longer speak.
The body lay on the ground, blood flowing along the cracks in the stone bricks.
Qian Daoliu his sword and continued walking forward.
The city gate was filled with blood. He stepped through the blood, his white boots stained red, but he didn't look down.
We entered the city gate.
The main street of Heaven Dou City is straight and wide, with tall buildings on both sides. The setting sun bathes the entire street in gold.
The streets were in complete chaos. The commotion at the city gate reached the people, who rushed into the alleys like madmen.
The carriage overturned, the stall collapsed, and screams filled the air.
Qian Daoliu in the middle of the street.
He ignored the fleeing crowds on both sides. He had only one goal.
The Imperial Palace, Xue Ye.
Footsteps echoed in the empty street. Golden holy light swirled around him, his six wings half-spread. Where he passed, a string of faint golden footprints were left on the stone bricks.
There were three lines of defense between the city gate and the palace.
The first order: the Royal Knights.
The elite force of the Heaven Dou Empire consists of 300 men, each Soul Master of level 30 or above, equipped with standardized Soul Tool Armor and weapons.
The Knight Commander is a level 58 Soul King who has fought alongside Xue Ye for many years.
Upon receiving news of the city gates falling, the knights assembled within three minutes. Three hundred riders, divided into three columns, charged towards the palace in an arrowhead formation.
The sound of horses' hooves was like muffled thunder.
Armor clashed, spears flew like a forest.
The knight commander stood at the very front of the formation, his Soul Ring glowing, the five rings appearing. His Martial Soul was a heavy lance, its tip radiating blue and white Soul Power.
"All troops, charge!"
All three hundred riders accelerated simultaneously.
Qian Daoliu stopped on the street.
He looked at the cavalry formation charging towards him, his eyes showing no emotion.
"Insects!" He gripped the Angel Holy Sword tightly, and the Angel patterns on the blade flashed.
Eighth Soul Skill: Angel Holy Judgment.
He didn't use his full strength. He simply raised the sword and drew a semicircle.
The golden blade of light detached from the sword and split into hundreds of feather-like blades in mid-air.
The feathered blades rained down on the cavalry formation.
Each feather blade carries the divine purifying power of Angel.
It shatters upon contact; there's no way to stop it.
The Soul Tool armor was no different from paper in front of the golden feather blade; the Soul Power shield collapsed in less than half a breath.
The first rank of cavalrymen, along with their horses, were cut into pieces.
The second rank of cavalrymen's horses were startled and reared up, throwing their riders off.
The third rank of cavalry tried to rein in their horses and turn, but the troops behind them crowded in, disrupting their formation and causing them to get stuck together.
The feather blade swept across.
Three hundred cavalrymen were wiped out.