Xue Beng's Collapse

"That day, a banquet was held in the palace, and Tang Xiao and Yu Yuanzhen were in the hall," Qian Daoliu said calmly.

"That was just a routine diplomatic banquet!" Xue Ye's voice rose several octaves. "Inter-sect exchanges are commonplace. Everything was fine at the Qian Renxue Banquet; the incident occurred after she returned to the palace. The entire matter has absolutely nothing to do with the Heaven Dou court!"

He moved his feet lightly, leaning back against the cold dragon throne, his inner panic growing stronger.

"I can mobilize all of Heaven Dou's intelligence networks to help you track down the murderer and give you a satisfactory explanation. But you cannot forcefully pin this grudge on the Heaven Dou Empire."

Qian Daoliu listened quietly to all the explanations, his face remaining completely expressionless.

"Are you done talking?"

Three simple words sealed the deal.

Xue Ye wanted to continue persuading, but suddenly a golden light burst forth.

The Angel Holy Sword appeared out of thin air and landed in Qian Daoliu's palm, its dazzling golden light filling the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony.

I don't want to hear your logic, nor do I need to.

Qian Daoliu's gaze was icy as he stared directly at the emperor before him.

"My granddaughter perished in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace. For that alone, you cannot escape death."

Xue Ye's expression darkened completely, and he hurriedly activated his Soul Power: "Protect me!"

The hidden compartments around the main hall opened, and four dark figures darted out.

This is the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's hidden guard force, comprised of four experts with the cultivation of Soul King, and is Xue Ye's last trump card for survival.

The four of them simultaneously activated their Soul Skill, unleashing a barrage of attacks that crushed towards Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu gripped his sword, raised his hand, and slashed forward smoothly.

A golden blade of divine judgment swept across the hall, and the overwhelming Angel Divine Power swept across the entire area.

The four guards were swept away by the light blades, turning into a cloud of blood mist. The remaining bloody scent was completely evaporated by the holy light.

The blade of light, still brimming with power, severed four load-bearing pillars in succession.

The dome of the main hall emitted a dull rumble, cracks covered the top, and loose stones kept falling, making the entire palace teeter on the verge of collapse.

Taking advantage of the chaos inside the hall, Xue Ye turned around and rushed out of the side door, running wildly towards the outside.

He walked through corridors and courtyards, and over layers of palaces, without daring to pause for even a moment.

Even an emperor could only flee in disarray, desperately seeking a sliver of hope.

Behind them, the deafening roar of collapsing buildings echoed continuously. The dome of the Hall of Supreme Harmony collapsed completely, sending up clouds of dust. The once majestic imperial palace was reduced to ruins.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Qian Daoliu slowly emerged from the ruins.

A few specks of dust settled on his white robe. He gently shook his sleeves, and the dust fell away, leaving his robe spotless.

He looked up in the direction of the escape, his six wings slowly unfolded, and his figure soared into the air, disappearing from the spot.

Within the Imperial Garden, the plants and trees are serene, and the pond is tranquil.

The fleeing Xue Ye noticed the light above him slowly dimming.

He looked up, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Thirty meters above the ground, Qian Daoliu suspended in mid-air, his six wings outstretched, golden holy light pouring down, enveloping the entire Imperial Garden, his supreme divine power pressing down so that the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

You can't escape!

A detached voice fell from the sky, devoid of any emotion.

The Xue Ye stopped in his tracks, knowing that all his struggles were in vain.

He released the short sword from his hand, and a crisp clanging sound rang out on the bluestone slab.

His imperial demeanor, honed over half a lifetime, vanished completely at this moment.

The Xue Ye looked up at the figure high in the sky, his voice hoarse and weary. "Even if you kill me, your granddaughter will not be able to be brought back to life."

Qian Daoliu did not respond with any words.

The grief of losing his grandson had already permeated his mind and crushed all his reason and compassion.

In his eyes, right and wrong, innocence and innocence, held no meaning whatsoever.

He raised the Angel Holy Sword high, and the ultimate golden light continuously gathered, the sword's power rising steadily and enveloping the entire world.

A sword fell.

The Imperial Garden was completely engulfed by golden light.

Flowers and trees were shattered, artificial hills collapsed, and pond water evaporated completely.

The golden shockwave spread outward from the Imperial Garden, causing palaces along the way to collapse one after another, glazed tiles to fall, beams and pillars to break, and walls to crumble.

The Xue Ye's body disintegrated and vanished in the holy light, leaving no trace.

Qian Daoliu across the ruins of the Imperial Garden.

All around were fragments of lime and ashes; most of the palace was destroyed, the Hall of Supreme Harmony and the Imperial Garden were ruins, and all the buildings along the way were overturned. Flames spread among the ruins, and black smoke billowed into the sky.

He did not stop.

One of today's targets, the one in power in the Heaven Dou, has already been executed.

But that's far from enough.

Qian Daoliu stood atop the ruins of the imperial palace, overlooking the entire Heaven Dou City.

As dusk faded completely, only a faint crimson hue remained on the horizon.

Flames flickered throughout the city, screams rose and fell, and the once prosperous city was plunged into complete chaos.

The remaining taxi drivers scattered through the streets and alleys; some fled towards the city gates, while others climbed the city walls in an attempt to escape.

A young man in tattered clothes stumbled out of the collapsed alleyway; it was none other than Xue Beng, the fourth prince of the Heaven Dou Kingdom.

Taking advantage of the moment Qian Daoliu chasing Xue Ye, he desperately ran towards the city gate to escape.

A large crowd of refugees gathered at the city gate; soldiers, palace maids, and civilians mingled together, everyone just wanting to escape.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze from the distance.

He held the Angel Holy Sword, tip pointing downwards, and slowly plunged it into the ruins beneath his feet.

The ninth Soul Ring slowly lit up, a blood-red halo flowing across the body, Entanglement and entwining with the golden Angel Holy Light.

"Angel's Breath."

His voice wasn't loud, but it covered the entire Heaven Dou City.

Centered on his body, golden holy light spread outwards in layers, forming a tide of light along the ground, like a rising tide, starting from the ruins of the imperial palace and spreading to every corner of Heaven Dou City.

As the tide of light passed, all the Soul Power in the world dissipated.

The Soul Master's Soul Power Shield shattered, the Soul Tool's energy was depleted, and the remaining defensive array patterns on the building completely dimmed.

Many taxi drivers who attempted to escape over the wall lost their Soul Power and fell from the high wall, breaking their limbs. The crowd fleeing the city gates were overtaken by the tide of light and collapsed one after another.

The Xue Beng had just reached the foot of the city gate when a golden tide of light surged in from behind.

He turned to look at the golden light filling the sky, his eyes filled with despair.

There was no time to react. The light swept over his body, and his Xue Beng- like figure slowly disintegrated, turning into ashes and disappearing.

The remaining taxi drivers, Soul Master, and guards within the city all perished in the holy light.

The lights in Heaven Dou City went out one by one.

Golden holy light enveloped the entire city; the capital of the continent's first empire fell completely in this twilight.

Qian Daoliu stood atop the ruins, withdrawing his domain power.

Its six wings unfolded once more, its gaze fixed on the distant northwest.

Next stop, Clear Sky Sect.

Clear Sky Sect.

Nestled among the towering mountains of northwestern China.

The sect was built on a series of mountain peaks, with its halls and pavilions stacked one on top of another, creating a majestic and imposing atmosphere. The stone steps in front of the mountain gate stretched from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top, totaling three thousand steps.

The Clear Sky Sect is the head of the Upper Three Sects and the number one sect on the continent.

Every stone brick and every pillar here carries thousands of years of heritage and glory.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

The silvery moonlight shone on the mountain gate, illuminating the three ancient characters "Clear Sky Sect".

The sect was quiet. Most of the disciples had already returned to their rooms to rest. Only the patrolling guards were still walking along the mountain path.

Tang Xiao sat in the main seat of the sect leader's Main Hall, holding a letter in his hand.

This letter was an urgent report that flew in from the direction of Heaven Dou City half an hour ago.

The letter contained only one sentence. "Heaven Dou City has fallen, Xue Ye is dead, and Qian Daoliu is moving northwest."

Tang Xiao put the letter down.

His hand was steady, but in the few seconds he held the letter, a deep crease appeared on his fingertips.

"Pass down the order," Tang Xiao's voice was as deep as lead, "All elders and all disciples above the Soul Douluo level, assemble. Activate the mountain-protecting formation at full strength."

The disciple beside him obeyed and left.