"Angel Qianjia, are you trying to defy the heavens now?"

The condescending tone, looking down on all living beings, revealed a clear displeasure on Qian Daoliu's aged face.

To be honest, ever since his son, their Spirit Hall had always focused on the lower-class commoners and low-level spirit masters.

It wasn't until his son and Bibi Dong came to power that he truly turned his attention from commoners and low-level soul masters to the entire soul master community.

After all, in this world where great power belongs to oneself, to unify the continent, one must rely on truly top-tier experts.

However, compared to Qian Xunji, who lost his mindset after learning that Bibi Dong had been taken advantage of by Yu Xiaogang, it was clear that someone had tampered with his body.

Bibi Dong, who wanted to drag everything on the continent down with her to destroy the Spirit Hall and bury the entire world to die with her, would only make the Spirit Hall seem more domineering, with all sorts of dirty deeds just breeding in the shadows.

As for the past?

Although they have always spread the glory of the angel god, their own size and strength are among the top forces in the entire soul master world.

But such an arrogant attitude, regarding all living beings as ants?

If angels are inherently like this, then what right does she have to become a god?

He shook his head, dispelling the thoughts in his mind. After all, Tang San now truly had the right to look down on the world and despise everything.

"Haotian Hammer, it's been so many years! Well, it's not bad to have the descendant of that old man Tang Chen send us off on our final journey. It's just that the three of us old men don't seem to have much luck."

"The soul has been scattered, completely gone. Not bad, not bad."

He made a few self-deprecating remarks, and his air of decay became even stronger.

He glanced at Bibi Dong, who had been rushing towards Wuhun City since noticing the commotion, but had stopped outside Tang San's domain, holding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and with a crimson light flashing in her eyes.

Knowing that he was willing to wait here, perhaps only to watch this old man die and clean up the mess afterward, so that the Spirit Hall would not suffer too much loss, Qian Daoliu finally sighed.

His originally aged and hunched body instantly became upright again, and his young and handsome face reappeared. With the surging angelic power, an angelic domain that was almost comparable to Tang San's God of Slaughter Domain was directly unleashed.

However, her deathly gray hair has never regained its original color.

After exchanging a glance, they immediately launched into battle.

With several booming sounds echoing throughout the Spirit Hall, the two, whose figures almost turned into streaks of light, exchanged dozens of blows in just one breath.

After deflecting Tang San's incoming Clear Sky Hammer with a powerful sword strike, Qian Daoliu carried Tang San and flew tens of thousands of meters into the sky. They could almost see the thick atmosphere surrounding the planet and clearly sense the location of the gods' seal before finally stopping their upward flight.

His right hand, gripping the sword, trembled slightly. Compared to Tang Chen back then, who shamelessly followed him to Seagod Island to take advantage of its benefits and fleece people if he wanted to advance a few more spirit rings, this was a far cry from his former self.

This is the perfect setup for a child who's been fed by God, a level of achievement that's beyond the reach of ordinary people.

only…

"How much longer can you control the Clear Sky Hammer? I have to say, your current skill in using it is... sigh..."

"However, I'm getting old, and it's probably impossible for me to have a proper fight with you and reminisce about my youthful days. Let's settle this with one move!"

As he spoke, he almost teleported away from Tang San's successive attacks on the Clear Sky Hammer and hidden weapons, and with a loud shout, he activated his seventh spirit ring, causing Tang San's pupils to shrink.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Angelic True Form!"

"Seventh Soul Skill, Haotian True Body!"

The previously illusory six-winged angel behind him instantly solidified, and then merged into Qian Daoliu's body in an increasingly dazzling light, leaving only six wings of light floating behind him. At that moment, Qian Daoliu seemed to be no different from the true angel god.

"The Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian were created step by step during my battle with Tang Chen. Although the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is not suitable for swords, if we really compare, apart from Tang Chen, who in your entire Haotian Sect can compare to me?"

"Although I admit that my talent and ability are inferior to that old man's, I am not someone that a little brat like you can humiliate at will!"

"He has his Great Sumeru Hammer, so now let your great-grandson see my Angelic Holy Sword!"

Looking at Tang San now, driven by his instinctive sense of danger, all nine of his rings have exploded, his body is covered in wisps of blood mist, and his eyes are fierce and he has gone completely mad.

After Qian Daoliu had once again created a great distance between himself and Tang San, his nine spirit rings—six black and three red—merged into one amidst constant rhythm, faintly transforming into a pale golden divine ring that appeared behind him.

“Ancestor, perhaps this is the path you left for us good-for-nothings to take? It’s just a pity that I am dull-witted. It wasn’t until someone woke me up that I finally saw this glimmer of hope. But, this life is enough.”

As he spoke, he sensed that Tang San's power was so terrifying that it was almost tearing space apart, and that the Great Sumeru Hammer was locking him in place.

The pale golden divine halo behind Qian Daoliu was also shattered.

In an instant, a power surpassing level 99 and reaching level 100 swept across the entire continent. At this moment, Qian Daoliu, whose divine power was generated within his body and whose life level had truly transcended, raised the Angelic Holy Sword with a smile that showed no regret in dying.

Amidst the convergence of countless holy lights, the sword strike, fused with six angelic wings and having exhausted all its essence and spirit, grazed the side of the Clear Sky Hammer without any apparent difficulty, piercing straight into Tang San's forehead.

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