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Chapter 295 A Battle to the Extreme Ends in a Draw
This phantom of the holy dragon was not a physical entity, yet it exuded a terrifying aura that could bring about the end of heaven and earth. It opened its enormous maw, which seemed capable of swallowing galaxies, and without uttering a sound, it unleashed an invisible "world-destroying breath" that seemed capable of bringing all things back to their origin, meeting the golden "angel's breath" with a thunderous roar!

This world-destroying breath is not a stream of dark energy, but a phenomenon. Wherever it passes, light is swallowed up, sound is annihilated, spatial structures disintegrate and return to nothingness without a sound, and even time seems to slow down and become disordered!
The sacred golden storm, upon touching this world-destroying breath, seemed to have encountered its nemesis, its purifying properties suppressed and neutralized by the more advanced "annihilation"!
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There was no earth-shattering explosion, only two diametrically opposed yet mutually affecting ultimate forces, silently and frantically canceling each other out, annihilating each other, and perishing together!
At the boundary between gold and black, a strange "nothingness zone" is formed. There is nothing there: no light, no darkness, no matter, no energy, only the most primordial chaos and disorder!

This confrontation will last longer and be even more dangerous!
Qian Daoliu's face gradually turned pale, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead. He could feel that his "Angel's Breath" could not easily purify the opponent's "World-Destroying Breath" as it could with ordinary darkness. Instead, it was being firmly resisted by the power containing the ultimate "World-Destroying" meaning, and there was even a faint tendency for it to be pushed back!

This horrified him. The darkness he was facing had become so profound that it could, to some extent, counteract the power of light.
Long Xiaoyao's face grew even paler, and his body beneath his black robe trembled slightly. Confronting a divine ultimate technique imbued with light was an immense burden for him as well.

But the dark flames in his eyes burned even more fiercely, a testament to his unwavering belief in his own path!

Finally, after a terrifying stalemate that lasted for nearly ten breaths, the golden "Angel's Breath" and the black "World-Destroying Breath" reached their limits at the same time, exploding with a bang and turning into countless fragments of light and darkness that slowly dissipated into the world.

Both of them groaned simultaneously, their bodies swaying as they each drifted back hundreds of meters, their auras greatly diminished. Clearly, this clash of ninth soul skills had consumed a massive amount of their soul power and mental energy.

Qian Daoliu took a few deep breaths, suppressing the metallic taste in his throat. His gaze towards Long Xiaoyao was filled with indescribable shock and... a hint of faint respect. To have cultivated the Path of Darkness to the point of being able to rival his divine light techniques—this person's talent, perseverance, and Dao heart were truly unparalleled!
"Fellow Daoist Long... you are indeed remarkable!" Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible fatigue, "You were able to withstand my 'Breath of Angels' head-on."

Long Xiaoyao adjusted his nearly depleted soul power and churning blood and qi. Upon hearing this, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, his voice returning to its previous hoarseness, yet still firm: "Fellow Daoist Qian's divine skill of light is indeed worthy of its reputation. Without this trace of divine power, my 'Holy Dragon Annihilation' might have a slight advantage, but divine power is ultimately divine power."

He readily admitted that his opponent was more skilled, but also pointed out that he was no less capable in terms of pure strength, even subtly implying that he might not lose if they were on the same level. This magnanimity and honesty moved Qian Daoliu deeply.

"Fellow Daoist is magnanimous." Qian Daoliu nodded, his gaze becoming even more profound. "In that case, this final move is the limit of what I can unleash with the divine power of the angels, and it can be considered the highest respect I can show to an opponent like you. After this move, regardless of victory or defeat, our sparring tonight will end here."

The golden light around him began to gather again, but this time, instead of bursting outwards, it contracted inwards, as if compressing all the light, all the holiness, and all the power into a single point. The phantom of the six-winged angel behind him slowly merged with his true form, and his figure seemed to grow infinitely tall, or perhaps transform into light itself.

An overwhelming pressure, far surpassing the previous "Breath of Angels," and resembling the descent of a true god, began to spread. In the sky, a sacred melody faintly played, and endless feathers of light drifted down.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Second Skill..." Qian Daoliu's voice seemed to come from the heavens above, carrying a magnificent echo. He slowly raised his right hand, and at the tip of his index finger, a golden point of light, condensed to its extreme and seemingly containing all the light and heat of the core of the Great Sun, was taking shape. "Angel... descends!"

As he uttered his last word, the golden light at his fingertip suddenly expanded! No, it wasn't an expansion, but rather a colossal angel statue, hundreds of meters tall, with twelve wings on its back, and an indistinct yet infinitely majestic face, composed entirely of pure divine light power, stepped out from the light and descended upon the world!

The statue held a greatsword of light, its eyes like two burning stars, looking down at Long Xiaoyao. In that gaze, there was only the purest holiness, judgment, and...destruction!
This is the strongest attack that Qian Daoliu can unleash with the help of the Angel God's inheritance! Although it is not a true divine skill, it is infinitely close!
Faced with this attack that seemed like the descent of a true god, Long Xiaoyao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the aura itself carrying a dense darkness. He knew that this was his opponent's ultimate strike, and also the ultimate test of his path of darkness.

He did not back down, but instead took a step forward. The remaining dark power around him, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged back into his body.

He slowly formed a complex hand seal in front of his chest. With each change, his face grew paler, but the dark flames in his eyes burned brighter!
"Ninth Soul Skill, Second Skill..." Long Xiaoyao's voice seemed to come from the distant end of time and space, carrying endless vicissitudes and determination, "Sacred Dragon Appears... Heaven and Earth... Breath!"

His hands, which were forming a hand seal, suddenly thrust forward!
There was no earth-shattering dragon roar, no enormous and terrifying dragon shadow.

Only a touch of pure darkness emerged from his palm, and then quietly spread.

Centered on Long Xiaoyao, an indescribable, silencing aura of stillness spread silently. The descending twelve-winged angel statue, its massive sword of light, slowed drastically the moment it touched this stillness. The brilliant divine light on the sword seemed to encounter invisible resistance, rapidly dimming and dissipating, being forcibly erased by this force!
The Holy Dragon Appears, Heaven and Earth Rest—This technique is not a direct attack, but rather uses its own dark origin to form a temporary domain, forcibly weakening, delaying, or even erasing all "non-dark" energy within the domain! It is an extremely powerful defensive and counter-attacking method against ultimate skills of holy and light attributes!
(End of this chapter)