High above Spirit City, golden light blanketed the firmament. Qian Daoliu stood at the very center of the holy radiance, six pairs of angelic wings slowly unfurling, every inch of their feathers flowing with the orthodox radiance of the Divine Realm.
Behind him, the gradually completing apparition of the Angel God towered in the sky. Genuine divine pressure bore down heavily upon the entire world, countless times stronger than the Rakshasa God's incomplete phantom from before.
Having briefly ascended to godhood, his aura had already transcended mortal shackles.
He showed everyone present why he, Qian Daoliu, was called the Sky King!
Beside him, Bibi Dong's body was broken and battered, countless meridians severed throughout her body, black blood constantly dripping from her lips. Yet as she looked at Qian Daoliu beside her, a mad flame reignited in her deathly eyes.
Holding herself up through excruciating pain, she stared fixedly at the white-robed figure above the boundless sea of clouds and sneered hoarsely. "Lan Changsheng, do you think you've won?"
"You severed the divine chains, shattered my plans, and destroyed my life's work."
"But for all your calculations, you never foresaw that today I would join forces with the Angel God's divine path. Let's see whether this so-called Law of Life of yours can protect you!"
A hundred li away, the Titled Douluo watched with bated breath, none daring to speak.
Spirit Hall's two supreme powerhouses stood side by side. This was already the pinnacle of combat power the Douluo Continent could display.
"It seems His Holiness the Pope and the Great Enshrined have joined forces just to deal with this man."
Atop the sea of clouds, Lan Changsheng's white robes fluttered gently in the wind, emerald-gold divine light quietly encircling him. He looked at the two confronting him below, his