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Present - Slaughter City arc completed.
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"Oh my god. The ten Titled Douluo of the Martial Spirit Palace were defeated, and even the Pope was sent flying. Who is that white-haired man?
Everyone was shocked.
Countless people looked at Luo Xuanchen in horror, floating in the sky as if they saw an invincible God of War descending from the sky. Pope Bibi Dong's strength was evident to all; he was strong enough to dominate the titled battle pet warriors. But now, Bibi Dong and nine other Titled Douluos besieged Luo Xuanchen alone and were defeated in a sorry state. This strength was too terrifying.
"Could it be that this is … a god?"
Everyone swallowed hard and looked at the white-haired man in the sky with reverence and fanaticism. Ordinary Titled Douluo had a less powerful combat strength. Many people believed that Luo Xuanchen might have broken through to the god rank or might be infinitely close to the god rank. Otherwise, he couldn't be so terrifying.
After Fang Xuan destroyed the Pope's Palace with one slash, Luo Xuanchen defeated Pope Bibi Dong and the other Titled Douluo with one slash. Everyone in the Martial Spirit Palace was panicking and about to fall apart.
Buzz —
An ancient and vicissitude bell rang. At the end of the distance, the most powerful and mysterious Worship Hall of the Martial Spirit Palace, the door that had been sealed for countless years, finally opened slowly.
Under countless astonished gazes, a slender figure walked out. He had a well-proportioned figure, wore a grey robe, and was simple and unadorned. His light grey long hair was neatly draped behind his back, and his face was elegant and calm, as calm as the surface of a lake. This was a man in his thirties. His facial features were handsome, and his temperament was refined. There was always a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and he looked confident and carefree. There was no trace of mighty soul power leaking from his body, but he gave people a feeling of worship.
He stood there as if he was the only one in this world.
"Head Worship. The Head Worship is out. "
Looking at the grey-robed man walking out of the Worship Hall, the Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the other Titled Douluo of the Martial Spirit Hall were ecstatic and trembled with excitement. Pope Bibi Dong was slightly stunned. She frowned and looked at the grey-robed man with a hint of fear in her eyes. His face had no joy or sorrow, and he didn't say a word.
"That is …Qian Daoliu"
Fang Xuan's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the grey-robed man before the Hall of Worship. He felt no pressure from the man, but his body could not help but tremble. This wasn't just a huge disparity in strength, but more importantly … it was a disparity between gods and mortals.
This grey-robed man was the Great Consecrator of the Spirit Hall. Along with the Invincible Ocean Bo Saixi and the Invincible Land Tang Chen, he was also known as the Invincible Sky Qian Daoliu.
The moment the Qian Daoliu appeared, the entire Martial Spirit Hall was in an uproar. It was as if they had seen their savior. Everyone's eyes were burning with joy.
"High Consecrator? Is that the great consecrator of our Martial Spirit Hall? "
"The legendary invincible existence—I didn't expect to be so lucky to see it today."
"It's said that the Great Consecrator was already invincible in the world over 20 years ago. I wonder what realm he has reached now. Will there be a deity in our Spirit Hall?"
Everyone in the Spirit Hall discussed animatedly. Their decadent aura was swept away, and their morale gradually rose as if they had been reborn. If Pope Bibi Dong had been the symbol of authority in the Spirit Hall, then the Great Consecrator, Qian Daoliu, would have been the true pillar of the Spirit Hall, the source of power that had supported the Spirit Hall for hundreds of years.
"Buzz"
With a slight tremble, the floating six-winged angel in Fang Xuan's Dantian suddenly opened its eyes and let out a high-pitched cry as if it had resonated with the Qian Daoliu.
"Eh?" Qian Daoliu was slightly stunned. He felt the aura of the six-winged angel, which was of the exact origin as him.
The six-winged angel was the inherited Martial Soul of their clan, and it had the potential to become a god. It had been passed down through the bloodline from generation to generation. Logically speaking, an outsider couldn't obtain it. What was going on? Feeling puzzled, Qian Daoliu raised his head and glanced at the black-haired young man standing on the ruins of the Pope's Hall.
"Boom."
At this moment, Fang Xuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His body collapsed, and his bones shattered. It was as if he had been hit by a star that was filled with wildness. He flew out on the spot and slammed into a wall that was three hundred meters away. The wall collapsed, and his body was buried under the rubble.
"Cough cough … Cough cough …"
Fang Xuan was trembling with fear, struggling to get up from the ruins. As he used the Immortal Begonia to heal his injuries, he looked at the figure in front of the Consecrator Hall with fear.
"What a terrifying power. He almost killed me with just a glance. This Qian Daoliu has already transcended the mortal world and is infinitely close to becoming a god."
"You're finally willing to come out …"
In the sky, Luo Xuanchen's white hair was scattered. He held the demon blade and looked at the gray-robed man below. His face was filled with indescribable ecstasy, excitement, and … fear. The blood in his body was boiling, and the violent Soul Power washed over his limbs like a torrential river. Luo Xuanchen could not help but roar. He had been waiting for this battle for too long.
"The successor of the Domineering Blade …"
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back. His weathered face was as calm as an ancient well. The terrifying scene of the sun and moon rotating and the stars being destroyed appeared in his eyes. Wisps of terrifying killing intent began to leak out, and the entire ground cracked inch by inch.
"I miss you. I wonder how much of your grandfather's strength you have back then."
His gray robe fluttered, and Qian Daoliu's body gradually rose into the air. His eyes were deep, and his entire body was filled with a white divine light. It was holy, warm, and peaceful, making people want to worship him.
"Hehe, then you'll have to try it yourself." Luo Xuanchen smiled indifferently.
Facing the strongest person in the world, he was still as calm as ever. His eyes gradually sharpened, and a blazing flame ignited on the demon blade. His entire body was burning with fighting spirit.
The Domineering Blade Clan and the Angel Clan were once superclass in the Martial Spirit Hall. They controlled the Spirit Hall together, and the two clans had hundreds of years of grudges. They had earlier allied with each other and became brothers. They had also fought for power, and blood flowed like rivers. It took a lot of work to say who was right and wrong.
A few decades ago, Qian Daoliu defeated the current clan leader of the Domineering Blade Clan. The Domineering Blade Clan was slaughtered, and they were regarded as traitors and expelled from the Spirit Hall. Luo Xuanchen was the only survivor of the Domineering Blade Clan.
The winner was the king, and the loser was the bandit. This was the truth that would never change.
After more than 20 years of wandering in the wind and rain, Luo Xuanchen achieved great success in his cultivation. Today, he came to the Spirit Hall with his blade. Other than saving Fang Xuan, he also wanted to challenge Qian Daoliu to avenge the humiliation of the past and take revenge on his clan.
"After dozens of years of wind and rain, I wonder if the Domineering Blade has rusted. Does it still have a trace of its domineering aura? Come, let me see … your blade."
As Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, a bolt of lightning filled with fighting spirit shot out from his eyes and shot towards Luo Xuanchen, sounding the horn of the battle.
"Just what I wanted."
The corners of Luo Xuanchen's mouth curled up slightly, and his entire body burned with fighting spirit. He roared wildly, and his white hair danced in the wind. He turned into an authoritarian God of War and pierced through the void.
He waved his demon blade, Red Rain, and charged towards Qian Daoliu. Rumble — The heavens collapsed, and the earth cracked. Heaven and earth reversed. A battle at the pinnacle of level 99 erupted.