Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 294 The Final Battle

On the other side, Long Xiaoyao had already dispelled his Dark Holy Dragon true form and transformed back into a humanoid figure in black robes. His face was even paler than before, and there was even a faint, almost invisible trace of dark blood at the corner of his mouth, but it was quickly wiped away by the dark aura surrounding him.

Although the area of ​​darkness surrounding him had shrunk somewhat, it had become more refined and profound, like black iron that had undergone tempering. He stood there silently, like an ancient, dark abyss, his aura even more unfathomable and mysterious.

In that head-on clash just now, the two were evenly matched, and neither of them gained the upper hand!
"Cough cough..." Long Xiaoyao coughed lightly, his voice still hoarse and low, but with a strange admiration in it, "Fellow Daoist Qian's Angelic Holy Sword, the intent of light and judgment is pure and vast, I admire it."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, calming the surging soul power and blood in his body. Upon hearing this, a complex smile appeared on his face, containing joy, admiration, and a touch of fateful emotion: "Fellow Daoist Long, you flatter me. Your Dark Holy Dragon, with its pure darkness and domineering devouring and annihilation, is something I have never seen before in my life."

"To have cultivated the dark attribute to such a state of perfect simplicity, fellow Daoist's talent and ability are unparalleled throughout history."

His words came from the heart. At their level, they were rarely moved by external things, but the absolute control and profound understanding of dark power that Long Xiaoyao displayed truly made him feel unprecedented pressure and... a faint hint of excitement. It was the long-lost feeling of encountering a fellow traveler while climbing to the pinnacle of martial arts.

"However," Qian Daoliu's tone shifted, his gaze sharp as he looked at Long Xiaoyao, "while your dark power is strong, my light martial soul is precisely its counter. If we were to stop here and call it a draw, what would you say, fellow Daoist?" His words were both a test and, to some extent, an acknowledgment and respect. He acknowledged Long Xiaoyao's strength but also pointed out the fact of elemental advantage.

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao's usually impassive face revealed a faint, yet chilling, smile for the first time: "Attribute counter? Fellow Daoist Qian is correct. Light is indeed the enemy of darkness. However..." He slowly raised his head, his deep eyes seeming to burn with black flames, "Where the Dao lies, even with counters, it can be broken by force! My path has never been about avoidance, but rather... devouring all Daos, becoming the sole ruler!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resolute, unquestionable determination and arrogance! It was absolute confidence in his own path!

Qian Daoliu's eyes gleamed brightly! Far from being angered by Long Xiaoyao's 'arrogance,' he clapped his hands and laughed: "Good! What a 'devouring all paths, only I remain in darkness'! Fellow Daoist's unwavering Dao heart is truly admirable!"

"Since that's the case, I will no longer hold back! The next move is what I've learned after a hundred years of study. Please, fellow Daoist, take a look!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Daoliu's entire aura changed abruptly! If he was a majestic and holy god of light before, then at this moment, he seemed to have transformed into light itself, the embodiment of the rules!

He slowly opened his arms, as if embracing the entire sky, and the slightly dim six-winged angel behind him suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant divine light!
The light was so intense that it seemed to turn the entire Fallen God Abyss and even the night sky within a hundred miles into daylight!
Countless fine, golden runes, imbued with sacred mysteries, flew out from his body and merged into the surrounding realm of light.

"Ninth Soul Skill..." Qian Daoliu's voice became grand and solemn, as if echoing the heavens and earth. Every word he uttered resonated with the surrounding light energy. "Angel's Breath!"

He gently blew a breath in the direction of Long Xiaoyao. This breath, initially faint, seemed like an ordinary inhale. But the instant it left his lips, it transformed into a sacred storm that swept across the heavens and earth!
That was no ordinary wind, but a breath composed of the purest, most concentrated divine power of light, as if it had been tempered by divine fire!

In the golden storm, countless tiny angelic phantoms danced, prayed, and sang, radiating a complex divine will that purified everything, blessed all beings, or judged sins and burned away evil!

Wherever the breath of the angels passes, space is no longer distorted, but is directly "melted" and "purified"!
The dark realm seemed to have met its nemesis, emitting a violent hissing sound as it was rapidly evaporated, purified, and dispelled!
The dark energy surrounding Long Xiaoyao began to boil and dissipate involuntarily, as if he had encountered a natural enemy!
This is not merely a soul skill; it also embodies Qian Daoliu's lifelong understanding of light and a faint trace of divinity from the angelic divine position! Its power far surpasses any previous soul skill!

At the edge of the canyon, all the spectators, friend or foe, felt a tremor from the depths of their souls and... an urge to prostrate themselves in worship! It was a power approaching the realm of gods!

"Lord Sendoryu... actually used his ninth soul skill!"

"This is terrifying! This aura... I feel my own martial spirit is groaning in agony!"

"Is this the ultimate power of a Limit Douluo...?"

Ling Han's pupils also contracted sharply. He could clearly feel the terrifying purifying power contained within the angel's breath, a power that was absolutely incompatible with the dark attribute!

Even from this distance, a slight tremor ran through the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor's soul core within him—an instinctive reaction to a high-level threat. He clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fixed intently on Long Xiaoyao's figure. He knew the real test had begun!

Faced with this "Breath of Angels," which seemed capable of purifying all darkness in the world and carried a hint of divine power, Long Xiaoyao's expression remained eerily calm. He even slowly closed his eyes, as if sensing the overwhelming, intense, and divine power emanating from it, like a solar storm.

Just as the golden storm was about to completely engulf him, he opened his eyes!
Before my eyes, all that remained was a pure... void of darkness!
"The ninth soul skill," Long Xiaoyao's voice, no longer hoarse, became incomparably grand, ancient, and majestic, "Sacred Dragon... Annihilation of the World!"

hold head high--! ! !
A dragon's roar, more desolate and ancient than before, seemingly carrying the weight of endless ages and the will to end all things, suddenly erupted from Long Xiaoyao's body!

The dark domain around him, which had been suppressed by the "Breath of Angels," did not continue to dissipate. Instead, it seemed to be infused with boundless vitality, violently boiling, contracting, and condensing!
The next moment, endless darkness erupted from his body, but instead of spreading, it gathered and compressed wildly in front of him!
A phantom of a world-destroying holy dragon, larger and more solid than the previous true form of the Dark Holy Dragon, and seemingly composed entirely of the purest "dark matter," materialized!

(End of this chapter)