Qian Daoliu thousand years of time, fell on Yu Yuanzhen. His calm and unwavering gaze suddenly turned sharp, as if two invisible golden rays were about to pierce through the other person.
" Yu Yuanzhen," he spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority, " The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and my Spirit Hall have maintained a peaceful coexistence for a hundred years. Today, you have trespassed into my Spirit Hall Spirit Hall, injured my Second Worship and a host of elders. Do you really think my Spirit Hall is a soft persimmon that can be easily crushed?"
Facing the oppressive aura of this Level 99 Peak Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen not only did not back down, but instead straightened his spine and roared like thunder, " Qian Daoliu, stop trying to confuse right and wrong here!"
"Not long ago, your Spirit Hall dispatched a large army of Soul Master to launch a surprise attack on the territory of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, burning down three of my clan's herb gardens and injuring seventeen of my clansmen. How do you intend to settle this score?" His eyes widened, his emerald green dragon pupils blazing with fury. "Today, I will raze the threshold of your Worship Hall to the ground, not for anything else, but to demand justice and an explanation for the deaths of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"Explain?" Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. " Yu Yuanzhen, do you know what your words mean?"
"This means it's a fight to the death!" Yu Yuanzhen his Dragon Staff into the ground, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear. "Either your Spirit Hall hand over the person who gave the order, Pope Bibi Dong, to publicly apologize; or today I will demolish this Worship Hall, so the world can see that the blood of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was not shed in vain!"
"Hand over the Pope and apologize publicly?" Upon hearing Yu Yuanzhen's words, Qian Daoliu Daoliu's lips curled into a cold smile, and a cold snort escaped from his nose, carrying disdain and sternness towards such conditions. " Yu Yuanzhen, you seem to have forgotten how many years the Spirit Hall has stood tall on the continent."
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the air. His simple golden robe fluttered without wind, and an invisible pressure spread out like a tide, causing ripples in the air outside the hall. "Since the founding of my Spirit Hall, no force has ever dared to make such demands of me. The dignity of my Spirit Hall cannot be challenged by anyone."
Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on Yu Yuanzhen's hand gripping the Dragon Staff tightly. A golden light flashed in his deep eyes, and his tone was calm yet carried a resolute fighting spirit. "You want to explain? Fine."
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling golden Soul Power suddenly rose from his body. The Soul Power did not transform into a majestic aura, but it caused the beams and pillars of the entire Worship Hall to tremble slightly, as if a god who had been sleeping for thousands of years was about to awaken.
"Then let's make our move." Qian Daoliu raised his hand and pressed forward, his three simple words resounding, "Today, I'll show you what the Spirit Hall's promises are made of."
Yu Yuanzhen gazed at Qian Daoliu's unyielding stance, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes quietly faded.
He knew the Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined's temperament all too well; beneath his seemingly peaceful exterior lay an unshakeable pride. Want the Spirit Hall to bow down and admit their mistakes? It seemed only strength could suffice.
"Good, let's make a move." Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, and his blue-purple Soul Power erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption, instantly dyeing the entire Worship Hall a purple-blue color.
He raised his hand and pressed down, and a powerful dragon's might soared into the sky, causing the glazed tiles on the roof to rattle under its pressure.
"Today, let's settle this once and for all!" Yu Yuanzhen his feet slightly, and blue dragon scales spread across his face and arms at a visible speed. Behind him, the phantom of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon that blots out the sky faintly appeared, and his vertical pupils burned with fierce fighting spirit.
Upon seeing this, Qian Daoliu's indifference finally faded, replaced by a hint of solemnity and excitement.
He slowly raised his hand, and golden Soul Power, like flowing sunlight, condensed into a dazzling ball of light in his palm. The ball of light seemed gentle, but it contained a terrifying power capable of tearing the heavens and the earth apart.
"For so many years, apart from Tang Chen, there is finally someone who can make me fight seriously." Qian Daoliu's figure slightly lowered, his golden robe fluttering, and the space around him was slightly distorted by this extreme Soul Power. A blurry Angel Phantom slowly spread its wings behind him, exuding both holiness and majesty.
The auras of the two Level 99 Limit Douluo clashed fiercely in the air. The dragon's might and the golden divine light angel crushed and tore each other apart. The beams and pillars of the Worship Hall groaned under the weight, and the ground was covered with spider web-like cracks.
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only their tangible gazes meeting in mid-air, sparks flying.
A major battle is about to break out.
Above the Spirit Hall, the wind and clouds changed color.
Two figures hovered high in the sky, their invisible auras colliding as if they were real, causing the surrounding clouds to surge violently, as if the entire world was holding its breath for this ultimate duel.
Yu Yuanzhen's green robe billowed, and his body Entanglement dazzling blue lightning. Every spark that landed could cleave several hideous cracks in the clouds.
He stepped lightly, and invisible Soul Power supported his body, suspending him high in the sky. The pressure of a level 99 Peak Douluo was like a raging wave crashing against the shore, making the entire world seem to tremble slightly.
Opposite him, Qian Daoliu silver hair fell down, and holy golden light flowed over his white robe. The phantom of Six-Winged Angel appeared and disappeared behind him. The holy pressure of level 99 pressed down like a curtain of the sky, colliding fiercely with the violent lightning power, causing the air to groan under the unbearable weight.
Without any opening remarks, the clash between the two supreme experts began the instant their eyes met.
Yu Yuanzhen lightly raised his wrist, and a condensed, almost tangible blue electric current shot out from his fingertip. The current snaked through the air, carrying a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air as it approached Qian Daoliu.
This seemingly casual strike actually embodied the ultimate power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, instantly scorching the clouds into charred mist wherever it passed.
Qian Daoliu of his left hand, a shield made of pure golden light appeared out of thin air. Angelic patterns flowed across the surface of the shield, and a holy aura emanated from it.
The instant the blue current collided with the golden shield, a deafening explosion resounded through the sky—the current exploded into countless electric snakes, while the shield rippled with layers of golden waves. The aftershocks collided and surged wildly in all directions, causing the protective barrier of Martial Spirit City below to shake violently. Countless runes flashed wildly on the surface of the barrier, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Even a tentative strike was terrifying.
The Soul Master in Spirit City were already prostrate on the ground, not even daring to look up, feeling as if the oppressive aura was tangible, almost crushing their bones.
Even Soul Master who have reached the Titled Douluo level are feeling immense pressure at this moment.
The aftershocks of energy above the Spirit Hall had not yet dissipated. Yu Yuanzhen robe fluttering slightly, still felt the blue lightning crackling at his fingertips.