Chapter 69 Angelic Judgment - Divine Descent!
Qian Daoliu's Defeat: Brother Wei, have you already touched the threshold of godhood?!
It wasn't large, only a hundred meters long, but the energy it contained was extremely concentrated.
Wherever it passed, even Qian Daoliu's angelic domain was torn open with a huge gash!
Qian Daoliu's expression was solemn. His angelic form, wielding a sword with both hands, slashed down fiercely!
"Fifth Soul Skill, Angelic Holy Sword!"
The enormous golden holy sword collided violently with the Platinum Dragon King!
Boom—!!!
This time, it was a true energy explosion!
The entire starry arena shook violently. The audience outside the canopy only saw a blinding white light, unable to see anything clearly.
When the light dissipated, Qian Daoliu's angelic form was blasted back hundreds of meters, its golden light dimming slightly.
Wei Linglong, however, still stood with his hands behind his back, unharmed.
"Did I lose…?"
A trace of dejection flashed through Qian Daoliu's heart. His opponent hadn't even used his strongest soul bone and soul skill, and he was already at a disadvantage.
No!
Not yet!
He, Qian Daoliu, represented the glory of the entire Douluo Continent!
Within him flowed the divine power of the Angel God!
"Wei Linglong, you have every right to be proud of pushing me to this point!"
Qian Daoliu's voice became incredibly solemn, like a divine decree from the heavens.
With a thought, Qian Daoliu's Angel God Power Core spun, and strands of golden divine blood began to burn within his meridians!
"With my blood, I welcome the divine descent!"
"Angel Judgment - Divine Arrival!"
Qian Daoliu's aura surged instantly, leaping from demigod level to the true threshold of quasi-god!
The Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand shone brilliantly, and behind him appeared an even more majestic and sacred angelic phantom, merging with him.
This sword strike, gathering his life's cultivation, burning divine blood, and all the power of the Angelic Domain, transformed into a golden sword light that judged all things, slashing towards Wei Linglong!
This sword strike was a true quasi-god's attack!
Faced with this all-or-nothing attack, a hint of approving appreciation finally appeared on Wei Linglong's face.
"This sword strike is not bad."
"But you must also know that there are differences even among quasi-gods!"
Wei Linglong slowly raised his right hand.
This time, the Heart of Light within Wei Linglong's body, fused with the remnant soul of the Light Dragon King, violently erupted with golden blood.
Endless power of light surged from his heart, pouring into Wei Linglong's right arm.
Wei Linglong did not use any soul skills, but simply fused this power perfectly with his own Light Dragon King martial soul power, and then, with an ordinary punch, he threw out a punch.
"Break."
A single word, spoken with absolute force.
An extremely solid white-gold dragon-shaped fist aura met the earth-shattering golden sword light.
There was no sound, no explosion.
Before everyone's horrified eyes, the golden sword light, powerful enough to judge even the gods, shattered into countless points of light the instant it touched the dragon-shaped fist energy.
The fist energy, after shattering the sword light, retained its momentum and gently imprinted itself on Qian Daoliu's angelic form.
*Crack*—the Angelic Holy Sword let out a mournful cry, breaking into pieces.
Qian Daoliu's angelic form shattered with a deafening roar, and he himself flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his golden robe stained crimson with blood.
The battle was over.
Wei Linglong withdrew his fist, and all the strange phenomena on the starry arena vanished.
Wei Linglong stepped forward, arriving before Qian Daoliu, and channeled a gentle stream of luminous soul power into his body, stabilizing his injuries.
Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze complex, but devoid of resentment, only a sense of relief and acceptance.
"I... lost."
"Though you lost, you are still honorable."
Wei Linglong looked at him, his eyes filled with sincere admiration.
"Your burning divine blood and that final sword strike have touched the threshold of godhood.
If my resources had not far surpassed yours, the outcome would have been uncertain.
You are worthy of the name 'Invincible in the Sky,' and you are worthy of the bloodline of your ancestors."
Compared to the Sun Moon Continent, the resources of Douluo Continent are far scarcer.
The Sun Moon Continent has countless 100,000-year-old soul bones, not to mention the even greater resources of soul beasts in the developed Sun Moon Second Continent.
And in the Dragon Valley Small World, Wei Linglong easily found hundreds of thousands of-year-old soul bones, even divine artifacts, though he hadn't used them.
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu laughed, a completely composed laugh.
Qian Daoliu thought to himself, Wei Linglong is truly a good person.
He lost, but he still gave him a way out.
"Hahaha... Good!
Losing to you, I, Qian Daoliu, am completely convinced!"
Qian Daoliu laughed heartily.
[Ding! The Heavenly Curtain Arena ends!]
[Blue Team: Wei Linglong, wins!]
The Heavenly Curtain's voice announced the final result.
The entire Douluo Continent fell into a deathly silence, then erupted in a tremendous uproar.
They lost, but no one blamed Qian Daoliu.
Everyone saw that the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall had burned everything for the glory of Douluo Continent.
He lost honorably, he lost with unwavering integrity!
Wei Linglong helped Qian Daoliu to his feet, and the two stood side by side, gazing at the myriad beings beneath the celestial canopy.
They were not enemies.
They were brothers, sharing a common ancestor, bound by blood, finally reunited after twenty thousand years.
Suddenly, two beams of pure golden light descended from the vast starry sky above the celestial dome, enveloping Qian Daoliu and Wei Linglong respectively.
Enveloped in this warm, womb-like energy, Qian Daoliu's shocking wounds healed at a visible speed, his severed meridians reconnected, and even the backlash from his shattered angelic form was instantly soothed.
Wei Linglong's depleted soul power was also replenished in an instant, returning him to his peak condition.
However, Qian Daoliu shrugged, feeling the somewhat "empty" soul power within him despite its abundance, a slightly bitter smile playing on his lips.
His injuries had healed remarkably well, even his long-standing ailments had been completely eradicated.
Qian Daoliu could clearly sense that the primordial divine power residing deep within his heart, representing the inheritance of the Angel God, had been completely exhausted.
That was his foundation as a High Priest, and the very basis for his ability to borrow angelic divine power.
That "Divine Descent" sword strike had not only burned away his life force, but also this irreplaceable divine power.
Now, Qian Daoliu's angelic divine power was almost depleted. Although he was still a level 99 demigod, it was impossible for him to unleash the power that had just touched the threshold of godhood.
At best, he could only exchange a couple of blows with an ordinary quasi-god; he was no longer a match for a monster like Wei Linglong.
But he didn't regret it.
For the glory of the Angel race, for the dignity of the Douluo Continent, he had to fight with everything he had.
Qian Daoliu turned his head, looking at the young man beside him, whose aura was as deep as an abyss, as if the previous battle was merely a warm-up. A complex light flashed in his eyes.
"Brother Wei," Qian Daoliu changed his form of address, his tone carrying a hint of probing and admiration.
"That punch just now, the Dao is simple yet profound, far surpassing ordinary soul techniques. Have you already touched upon the realm of your ancestor? Are you not far from becoming a true god?"
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