Douluo: After Bibi Dong's abuse, Gu Yuena takes care of her

Chapter 241 Qian Renshang’s revenge prevents Qian Renxue from becoming a god!

He took a deep breath and said heavily:

"Although Qian Renshang is dead, the lives of our brothers can never be brought back."

There was a strong sense of reluctance and helplessness in the voice. The helplessness was like the cold wind of late autumn, blowing through the heart, bringing endless sadness.

Qian Daoliu raised his head, looked at the night sky, and sighed:
"This is a disaster for Spirit Hall, but we can't just give up like this."

His voice echoed in the night sky, with a firmness and indomitable spirit.

The Lion Douluo slowly came back to his senses, his eyes still filled with pain:
"But the death of Qian Renshang can be regarded as some revenge for our brothers."

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded, with a hint of ruthlessness in his tone:
"If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have ended up like this. But this hatred is far from over."

The three of them were silent, and only the sound of burning paper money seemed particularly clear in the quiet night.

The burning sound seemed like the whispers of deceased brothers, expressing their unwillingness and concern.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu suddenly looked up at the Angel Temple in the distance and frowned slightly.

His already solemn expression was now filled with doubt and vigilance. His eyes were like a sharp sword, trying to penetrate the darkness and find the source of that strangeness.

Golden Crocodile Douluo immediately asked:

"Boss, what are you looking at? Is there something going on?"

There was a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in his voice.

Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment, shook his head and said:
"Nothing, it must be an illusion. With me in the Angel Temple, who can approach quietly?"

Although his words were firm, the slight doubt in his heart was not eliminated.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was skeptical and said:
"You are probably overthinking it. We can't be so cautious in this situation."

Qian Daoliu still stared at the direction of the Angel Temple and said slowly:

"I hope I am just overthinking it, but I don't know why, at that moment just now, I always had a strange feeling in my heart."

The Lion Douluo said:

"Perhaps you are too tired and have hallucinations."

Qian Daoliu was silent for a while and said:
"Maybe, but we still can't take it lightly."

The three of them fell into a brief silence again. In the night wind, the flames of the burning paper money danced more violently, as if dancing for the lost lives.

At the same time, beside the Angel Temple, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness. He was wearing a black robe, with blond hair and blue eyes, but his face was expressionless and frighteningly cold. It was Qian Renshang.

The moonlight shone on him, but it could not warm his cold breath. His eyes were like the water in a cold pond, deep and ruthless. Qian Renshang stood there quietly, like a demon god from the dark abyss.

The air around him seemed to freeze because of his appearance, and the silence was filled with a suffocating oppression. He raised his head slightly, looked at the top of the Angel Temple, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His hands were hanging at his sides, clenched into fists, as if he was trying his best to suppress some strong emotions in his heart. The black robe swayed gently in the night wind, making a subtle sound, adding a bit of mystery and gloom.

He looked at the angel statue in front of him with an expressionless face.

"Is this the so-called god?" "Heh... it doesn't look that great!"

Qian Renshang stretched out a finger, and a strong dark force burst out instantly, surging out like a black torrent.

The dark power brought with it an endless breath of chill and destruction, and then slowly merged into the angel statue.

The eyes of the angel statue seemed to light up, shining with dazzling black light, as if they were endowed with evil life.

The originally sacred and solemn angel statue now exudes a chilling aura, forming a sharp contrast with its previous brightness and holiness.

Qian Renshang's face was still expressionless, but his eyes revealed a hint of madness and determination. He murmured in a low voice:
"Let all this fall into chaos. This is just my first revenge..."

"You made me despair, so I will also give you despair. You forced me to do this!!"

The surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this dark force, and the sound of the wind became shrill. Qian Renshang stood there quietly, staring at the angel statue that was corroded by the dark force, as if waiting for something.

But everything soon returned to normal, and the angel statue acted as if nothing had happened.

After doing all this, Qian Renshang stared at the angel statue steadily, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a smile of extreme contempt.

That smile seemed to be a ruthless mockery of this so-called sacred symbol. His eyes were full of disdain and provocation, as if declaring his fearlessness to this seemingly inviolable statue.

Then, his body began to slowly merge with the surrounding darkness.

His figure became illusory, as vague as smoke. The darkness seemed to have a life, gently enveloping him, swallowing up his outline bit by bit.

Qian Renshang did not resist at all, but instead actively responded to the embrace of darkness.

His breath gradually faded until it disappeared completely, as if it had merged into the endless darkness, leaving no trace.

The empty Angel Temple returned to peace again, with only the slightly swaying candlelight proving the passage of time.

However, the dark aura that surged just now was like an undercurrent beneath the calm surface of a lake, as if foreshadowing a huge storm that was about to sweep in.

After Qian Renshang left, a figure entered the Angel Temple almost immediately. The person was wearing a golden robe, had blonde hair and blue eyes, and looked very holy and beautiful. It was Qian Renxue!
Her face was exquisite, her skin was white as snow, and her long golden hair fell behind her like a waterfall, gleaming with a soft light.

Those bright eyes revealed majesty and wisdom, but at this moment there was a hint of doubt and vigilance.

Qian Renxue stepped into the hall and immediately sensed a strange aura. She frowned slightly, looked around, and her eyes finally fell on the angel statue.

"There seems to be an unusual power fluctuation. What's going on?"

She whispered to herself, her voice clear and pleasant.

Qian Renxue slowly approached the statue, stretched out her jade hand and gently touched it, trying to sense the remaining mysterious power. Her eyes became more and more solemn, and she secretly pondered the source and intention of this power.

At this moment, the candlelight in the hall swayed slightly, lengthening her figure and adding a bit of mysterious atmosphere.

In the end, Qian Renxue still found nothing. She stood in front of the angel statue with her brows furrowed, and once again carefully felt every fluctuation of soul power around her, but still found nothing.

She shook her head helplessly, a trace of doubt flashed across her beautiful face, and she murmured to herself:
"Could it really be my illusion? But the strange feeling at that moment was so clear, and... that familiar breath actually made me connect with him."

"But isn't he dead?"

(End of this chapter)