"Third Brother, are you really going to the Spirit Hall?"

"Yes, Xiao Wu, to avenge our parents, and to avenge your mother, I must go!"

Her crimson pupils were filled with reluctance and worry, but seeing Tang San's determined gaze, Xiao Wu finally let go of Tang San's hand.

"I will wait for you to come back, I will always wait for you to come back!"

"Take good care of the house for me."

He reached out and gently stroked Xiao Wu's rabbit ears, causing her face, which had been tinged with sadness, to suddenly turn red.

After gently squeezing Xiao Wu and receiving a satisfying response, Tang San rode alone to the Spirit Hall in the center of the two empires.

The moment he awoke, he had already learned a great deal from the Asura God King's private tutor.

For example, his great-grandfather Tang Chen was ambushed by the Rakshasa God during the Nine Trials of Asura, which left him half-mad and half-witted, until he was exhausted and died.

For example, Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, is the successor to the Rakshasa God's divine position, and she is only half a step away from completing the final ninth trial.

Furthermore, Qian Renxue, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, is the successor to the Angel God's divine position. However, if he wants to complete the final test of the Angel God's Nine Trials, he needs the sacrifice of Qian Daoliu, one of the three Limit Douluo of this era.

If he can kill Qian Daoliu before Qian Renxue becomes a god, then even if Qian Renxue does become a god, the time will be delayed indefinitely.

Besides this extremely important information, he also learned that one of the spirit rings above Bibi Dong's second spirit was Xiao Wu's mother, and that Bibi Dong's husband, Qian Xunji, was the culprit who forced his mother to her death.

Bibi Dong even personally killed her uncle Tang Xiao during the Soul Hunting Operation!

All this news directly fueled Tang San's murderous intent, which stemmed from his orphanage and his intense longing for family. He became even more determined to destroy the Spirit Hall.

Now, with Bibi Dong busy organizing the various factions of the Spirit Hall and unable to spare the time, and Qian Renxue unable to act at the crucial moment of the Divine Exam, this is the best opportunity for him to kill Qian Daoliu and thwart the Spirit Hall's millennium-long plan!

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"No, Grandpa!"

A girl's terrified screams echoed from the magnificent, sacred palace.

Driven by a premonition akin to an apocalypse, Qian Renxue, who vaguely saw her grandfather being smashed to death by a giant hammer, forcibly stopped the final test of her Nine Trials of Angels.

Pale-faced and terrified, she clutched her aching chest, bewildered and helpless, looking down at the figure kneeling silently beneath the statue of the angel, a figure exuding a sense of holiness and sanctity.

"Grandpa, run...run quickly...it's dangerous..."

Her trembling body was gently pulled into someone's arms, like the silent comfort she received as a child. This calmed Qian Renxue, who had never experienced any setbacks in her life but had witnessed her grandfather's tragic death in the Apocalypse, revealing her fragile and sensitive heart.

"Xue'er, don't panic. You need to stay calm when facing important matters. It's just that I've neglected to train you all these years. But from now on, you'll have to rely on yourself."

As she spoke, the warm divine power of the angel flowed into Qian Renxue's body, soothing the wounds to her soul and body that had been forcibly withdrawn from the divine test, and allowing her to resume the divine test.

"Xue'er, don't blame your mother. He and your father are both pitiful people whose fates are beyond their control! Letting go of others and letting go of yourself is also a kind of liberation."

Her calm words slowly began to tremble, and Qian Renxue fell into a deep sleep as the angelic power surged into her body.

Only after confirming that Qian Renxue was completely asleep, surrounded by holy light and appearing incredibly mysterious and sacred, did Qian Daoliu slowly dissipate the angelic power that had been enveloping him and Zhou Shen ever since Qian Renxue initiated the ninth of the Nine Trials of Angels.

Then, as handsome and dashing as ever, a single glance at him exuded a sense of utter exhaustion, with an aura of decay emanating from his very soul and the depths of his body. His aged figure, who was only a breath away from complete death, struggled to rise from his kneeling position.

Their eyes were filled with contempt and resentment as they looked at the angel statue, as if through the statue of their ancestors they were looking at the group of gods who controlled the fate of their thousands of families!

"Ants can't defy fate, but what if an ant risks its life to usher in another era? Hahahaha... cough cough cough..."

A hearty laugh, tinged with age, echoed throughout the hall. Only when his frail body could no longer withstand such strenuous activity did Qian Daoliu finally take a few deep breaths to calm his turbulent blood and qi, and then let out a loud shout.

"Golden Crocodile!"

"Big brother..."

The response did not sound as aged as Qian Daoliu's words at this moment, but it still gave the impression that he had lost his vitality and was filled with loneliness and vicissitudes.

However, at this moment, Qian Daoliu no longer had time to carefully observe the state of his sworn brother. He could only beckon Golden Crocodile Douluo to come closer.

Then he patted his shoulder and said with a touch of melancholy.

"Xue'er's ascension to godhood is ordained by Heaven! But the Qian family of Angels will never perish at my hands. Second brother, I can't hold on much longer. After today, take some of the more talented members of the Qian family and your children and leave Douluo Continent! This place will eventually become a battlefield for the gods to fight for supremacy!"

"As for the location, that kid's empire is good; at least he won't treat you unfairly. The rest, let Xue'er fight for our glory one last time! As for this old bone of mine? A kindling to ignite the flames? Or a spark to set everything ablaze? Either way is fine!"

As he spoke, Qian Daoliu seemed to be walking on air, or shrinking to an inch, and within a few steps, he was out of the sight of Golden Crocodile Douluo, a peak Douluo, and stood outside Wuhun City.

Not long after, a force that had completely surpassed that of an ordinary Limit Douluo directly stimulated the angel statue in the Spirit Hall's ancestral hall to spontaneously emit a radiant light of faith.

During this stimulating period, Di Tian, ​​who was feeling a growing sense of unease, opened his dragon eyes with obvious suspicion and disbelief.

On the thrilling Arctic ice plains, the Snow Emperor, now with over 600,000 years of cultivation and the advantage of the terrain, could unleash combat power comparable to someone with a million years of experience. She stood up, looking worriedly at a place she had been guarding for the past ten thousand years, and said in disbelief.

"god?"

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"Tang San of the Tang Clan has come to the Spirit Hall on behalf of his family elders to seek justice!"

His body was surrounded by lightning, and a domain naturally formed within a radius of a hundred miles.

Now, relying solely on his combat strength, Tang San, who had already broken through the limits of his domain, looked down at Qian Daoliu from his high position, his eyes showing both a hint of superiority and a sense of shock and anger at his plans being ruined.

He realized from the daily check-in status and the boiling angelic power somewhere in the Spirit Hall that he seemed to be late!