Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 353 Qian Daoliu arrives, enraged, VS Yu Xiaolie

Beneath the golden dome of the Hall of Spirits, Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes.

The phantom of a six-winged angel unfolded behind him, each wing radiating a sacred glow that had been accumulated over centuries.

Half a year has passed since Qian Renxue left, and Xiaoxue's progress in the divine examination has stalled at the point of completing the seventh test—normally, she should have returned to the Hall of Offerings to undergo the eighth test.

Not right.

"Could something have gone wrong?" Qian Daoliu muttered to himself.

Although the angelic mark was stable, it was blurred as if deliberately obscured by some force.

Qian Daoliu suddenly stood up, his silver hair moving without wind, and transformed into a golden figure that pierced through the dome and disappeared into the horizon as a stream of light.

"This girl..."

Qian Daoliu frowned during his flight.

He recalled the unusual glint in Qian Renxue's eyes when she mentioned searching for the source of energy six months ago.

At the time, I thought it was just a child's enthusiasm for cultivation, but now that I think about it... could it be that he was bewitched by some kind of force?

The flight speed suddenly increased, and the air was torn apart with a piercing explosion.

……

At this time, the morning dew in Crystal Valley had not yet dried.

Yu Xiaolie leaned against the roots of the giant crystal tree, watching Qian Renxue tease the dragon cub not far away.

The little dragon was rubbing its head against Qian Renxue's fingertips, letting out a childish dragon roar.

"It's almost come to regard you as its master," Yu Xiaolie chuckled.

Qian Renxue turned around, her cheeks still flushed, the neckline of her white dress slightly open, revealing a faint red mark on her collarbone.

She glared at him reproachfully, then held the dragon cub up to her face: "Is that not allowed?"

The dragon cub flicked its tail as if it understood, its golden vertical pupils looking at Qian Renxue with a hint of affection.

"Alright, let it go out to find food," Yu Xiaolie said.

Qian Renxue skillfully placed it on the ground, and the dragon cub transformed into a Holy Dragon of Light, flapping its wings and flying away.

Just a quarter of an hour later, the Holy Dragon of Light flew in from outside the valley again, carrying a lively silver-scaled fish in its mouth.

Over the past six months, Qian Renxue has fed it so much that its scales are now gleaming with gold. At this moment, it is placing its prey at her feet in a flattering manner, its tail swishing loudly.

"You glutton." Qian Renxue affectionately rubbed the dragon's horns.

……

In the afternoon, the two practiced swordsmanship in an open space in the middle of the valley.

Qian Renxue's Angelic Holy Sword unleashed a dazzling wave of light, its sword aura bursting forth like the blazing sun, attempting to suppress darkness with light.

Yu Xiaolie simply gripped the Asura Demon Sword horizontally, emanating a sword intent so pure it was chilling.

"Qiang!"

The moment the two swords clashed, Qian Renxue felt a violent killing intent, accompanied by sharp sword energy, explode along her arm, causing the Angelic Holy Sword to slip from her hand.

"I lost again." Qian Renxue rubbed her reddened wrist and asked in confusion, "Apart from my grandfather, I have never seen anyone on the continent with such powerful sword intent as you. How do you manage to wield sword intent with killing intent and control sword energy at will?"

Yu Xiaolie pondered for a moment, then placed the Asura Demon Sword in his palm.

Compared to six months ago, the blood patterns on the sword are more vivid, and the demon statue on the hilt is lifelike, exuding a chilling aura of slaughter.

"Okay."

He spoke softly, the tip of his sword tracing a mysterious path in the air.

In an instant, all the crystals in the valley lit up at the same time.

Countless crimson ice crystals burst forth from the sword's edge, then condensed into tiny sword shadows in the air.

Qian Renxue's eyes widened.

The sword shadows formed a roaring blood dragon, each scale a miniature sword aura!

"This is……"

"Control the sword with your mind".

Yu Xiaolie withdrew his stance, and the blood dragon dissipated into specks of light. "The purer your understanding of the sword, the stronger your sword intent—"

The words stopped abruptly.

Yu Xiaolie suddenly turned his head to look at the sky, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Before Qian Renxue could react, he shoved her backward: "Someone's coming."

Almost at the same moment, the distant clouds were torn apart by golden light.

Qian Renxue only had time to see Yu Xiaolie's black robe fluttering as his figure soared into the sky, the blood-red light from the Asura Demon Sword staining the sky crimson.

"and many more!"

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment before belatedly sensing that familiar and powerful sacred aura. Her heart tightened, and she quickly spread her six wings and chased after it.

Qian Daoliu was speeding along following his senses high in the sky when he was suddenly forced to stop by the overwhelming killing intent.

He landed on a mountaintop on the outskirts of Crystal Valley, his brow furrowed.

This level 99 Limit Douluo was shocked to discover that his Angel Domain had been suppressed and shrunk to only three feet around his body!
"How could such a pure and bright place be filled with such murderous aura and dark power?" The light energy in this valley was so pure as to be almost sacred, yet it was polluted by a dense aura of darkness and murder.

Qian Daoliu's heart trembled violently. "Oh no, Xiaoxue might be in danger!"

With a sudden flap of his six wings, he charged toward the source of the aura like a golden meteor, only to abruptly stop a second later.

For in the void ahead, a man in black robes stood holding a sword.

Without releasing any spirit rings, just the man and his sword caused space to subtly distort simply by the direction the sword's tip pointed!

"The successor of the Asura God?"

A thousand voices cried out in alarm, "Yu Xiaolie!"

"It really is you."

Yu Xiaolie, however, seemed to have expected this, and spoke calmly.

The eight spider spears behind him slowly unfurled, and the phantom of the Black Nether Dragon faintly appeared behind him, casting a ferocious shadow on the sea of ​​clouds.

Before Qian Daoliu could recover from his shock, he heard a familiar voice calling out, "Grandpa!"

Qian Renxue arrived breathlessly, her hair disheveled by the high-altitude airflow.

She instinctively wanted to move closer to Yu Xiaolie, but froze in her tracks under Qian Daoliu's sharp gaze.

"Little Snow."

Qian Daoliu's voice was deep as he glanced at the angel mark on his granddaughter's forehead, which had turned into a pale gold color.

Seeing his granddaughter standing side by side with Yu Xiaolie, his eyes suddenly sharpened: "You have already completed the seventh test of your divine examination, why have you not returned yet?"

Qian Renxue opened her mouth, her ear tips visibly turning red, her voice barely audible: "I..."

This reaction made Qian Daoliu instantly understand everything. Rage instantly overwhelmed his reason. He drew the Angelic Holy Sword in his hand with a whoosh and pointed it at Yu Xiaolie, angrily shouting, "It was you! You tripped her up!"

The last word was still echoing in the air when nine golden sword lights had already struck Yu Xiaolie's face!

This attack, unleashed in fury, even tore tiny cracks in space itself.

"Qiang——!"

The Asura Demon Sword blocked the attack, and Yu Xiaolie used the force to retreat a hundred meters, his black robe fluttering in the shockwave.

Where he had stood, nine bottomless sword marks were etched in the void, unable to heal for a long time.

"grandfather!"

Qian Renxue was so anxious that she tried to rush forward, but was blown away by the aftershock of their collision.

By the time she regained her footing, the battle in the sky had reached its climax.

However, this was the first time Qian Daoliu had fought Yu Xiaolie in such a state.

Only then did he see clearly Yu Xiaolie's nine soul rings, each over 100,000 years old!
All eight spirit rings were dark red, with some showing a few golden patterns, and the seventh spirit ring was even crimson gold!

As the High Priest, he knew best what these spirit rings meant.

However, in his moment of distraction, Yu Xiaolie's sword was already upon him.

Qian Daoliu hastily raised his sword to parry, only to see the opponent's sword momentum suddenly change. The demonic sword wrapped around the angelic holy sword as if it were alive, and the bloody light spread up the sword!

"Ding!"

With a crisp cracking sound, Qian Daoliu was forced back hundreds of meters, staring in shock at the fine cracks on the holy sword.

What alarmed him even more was Yu Xiaolie's sword intent.

There are no fancy soul skills, no dazzling lights and shadows, only the purest and most primal killing intent, and sharp and domineering sword intent.

He had only ever read about this kind of realm in the Asura Gods recorded in ancient books.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The dense clanging of metal echoed through the valley.

Qian Daoliu's swordsmanship is grand and righteous, each strike like the blazing sun, attempting to purify darkness with light;
Yu Xiaolie's swordsmanship is unpredictable and fierce, sometimes like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, sometimes like a whirlwind sweeping away leaves, always able to break through defenses from the most tricky angles.

"Divine Judgment of the Angelic Realm!" Qian Daoliu roared, his six wings fully unfurled, and a golden domain enveloped Yu Xiaolie. Countless light blades descended from the sky, determined to completely purify him.

A hint of disdain flashed in Yu Xiaolie's eyes.

The yin-yang vortex within his body spun rapidly, the power of darkness and light intertwining at the blade to form a black and white sword aura:

"Asura Breaks Illusion!"

The crimson sword energy pierced through the sky composed of light blades and struck Qian Daoliu's Angelic Holy Sword with precision.

Qian Daoliu was struck as if by a heavy blow, sent flying backward, his long silver-white hair flying wildly, and a trace of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. —He had actually been defeated by a junior using his most ferocious sword intent? Impossible!

When Qian Daoliu suddenly turned around, ready to get up and fight again, he saw that the demonic sword was already three inches away from his throat, and the bloody light emanating from the sword tip stung his skin.

The outcome has been decided.

With just a slight movement, Yu Xiaolie could take Qian Daoliu's life.

But the next moment.

"Xiao Lie, don't kill my grandfather!"

(End of this chapter)