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Chapter 296 A Final Battle Ends in a Draw (Part Two)

The angel statue's giant sword finally stopped less than ten meters above Long Xiaoyao's head. The divine light on the sword had dimmed considerably, and it could no longer strike. Meanwhile, the domain of Heaven and Earth, which had been resisting this divine attack, reached its limit and began to fluctuate violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The two sides were once again locked in a terrifying stalemate!

But this time, the stalemate lasted for less than three breaths.

puff--!
Almost simultaneously, Qian Daoliu and Long Xiaoyao both coughed up a mouthful of blood! Qian Daoliu's blood was tinged with a faint golden light. Long Xiaoyao's blood, however, was as black as ink, and when it fell to the ground, it corroded small pits into the rocks.

The twelve-winged angel statue in the sky shattered with a crash, turning into countless points of light that vanished.

The "Heaven and Earth Breath" domain surrounding Long Xiaoyao also quietly collapsed. He staggered and almost lost his balance. His aura plummeted to the bottom, clearly indicating that he was at his last gasp.

Qian Daoliu was in slightly better condition, but his face was ashen, his breathing was disordered, the angelic phantom behind him had long since disappeared, and his white robe was stained red with blood.

The two looked at each other across the distance, their gazes complex.

Silence, a deathly silence, enveloped the shattered Abyss of Fallen Gods.

Everyone was so stunned by this final clash of divine skills that they were speechless.

Tie!

Even with Qian Daoliu using the near-divine "Angel's Descent," Long Xiaoyao still managed to withstand it with his astonishing "Breath of Heaven and Earth," ultimately resulting in both sides suffering heavy losses!
"Cough cough..." Qian Daoliu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and broke the silence first. His voice was filled with deep weariness, but also with relief and admiration. "Fellow Daoist Long... your mastery of the Path of Darkness is close to divine. I... admire you."

Long Xiaoyao barely managed to steady himself, suppressing the churning pain and emptiness within his body, and said hoarsely, "Fellow Daoist Qian... you flatter me. Your divine might... is indeed extraordinary."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu slowly nodded and frankly admitted, "That's right. In terms of understanding and applying one's own attributes, fellow Daoist... may be superior to me."

This is the highest praise from a top expert of our time, a high-ranking angel!

Their conversation carried clearly throughout the silent canyon.

Looking at the two figures in the air, who were disheveled but still stood tall and upright, Ling Han finally revealed a deep, knowing smile in his icy eyes.

Although Long Xiaoyao was no match for Qian Daoliu, he had already achieved his goal.

Everyone will understand that tonight's epic showdown has no winners and no losers. But it has definitively declared two things to the entire continent:
First, the Beast God Pavilion possesses the Limit Douluo Long Xiaoyao, who is capable of directly confronting the Spirit Hall's highest combat power, Qian Daoliu!

Secondly, the landscape of the mainland will undergo earth-shattering changes starting tonight because of this "Dragon Emperor Douluo" who has suddenly appeared! And Qian Daoliu's calm statement, "Fellow Daoist may be above me," struck the hearts of everyone present like a final heavy hammer blow.

Within the Abyss of Fallen Gods, the wind howled, swirling up the lingering energy dust and fragments of rock. The shattered earth, the collapsed cliffs, and the faint, stinging wisps of annihilating energy still lingering in the air all testified to the astonishing nature of the battle that had just taken place.

After a brief silence, an irrepressible, tidal wave of hushed discussions and gasps of surprise erupted.

"A draw...a tie? Lord Sendou-ryu himself admitted it..."

"Is Long Xiaoyao really that strong? He can even withstand the High Priest's angelic divine technique?"

"The Beast God Pavilion... The Beast God Pavilion actually harbors such a figure! No wonder Ling Han is so fearless!"

"The landscape of the mainland... is truly about to change!"

Countless gazes, filled with indescribable shock, awe, fear, excitement, and calculation, were cast upon the two figures in the air who, though disheveled, remained as imposing as mountains. And even more gazes were directed toward the young man on the cliff, dressed in white, standing with his hands behind his back and a faint smile on his lips—Ling Han.

After tonight, the name of "Dragon Emperor Douluo" Long Xiaoyao will surely sweep across the entire Douluo Continent like a storm, and the weight and threat of the Beast God Pavilion behind him, as well as the mysterious young pavilion master Ling Han, will be raised to an unprecedented level in everyone's mind!
Bibi Dong hovered in mid-air, her purple-gold papal robes fluttering in the night wind. Her exquisitely beautiful face, now covered in frost, shifted with an unpredictable expression: shock, resentment, anger, fear, a hint of defeat… Ultimately, she forcefully suppressed all these emotions into the deepest recesses of her eyes, transforming them into an unfathomable darkness. Her nails had already dug deeply into her palms, causing a sharp pain, but this was far less intense than the turbulent waves churning within her heart.

A Limit Douluo capable of rivaling Qian Daoliu! This means that all her previous aggressive strategies against the Beast God Pavilion and Ling Han must be completely overturned and started anew!

In terms of high-end combat power, the Spirit Hall can no longer maintain absolute dominance. And besides Long Xiaoyao, does Ling Han have any other trump cards? Just how much power does the unfathomable Beast God Pavilion still conceal?

She took a deep breath, her icy gaze sweeping over Ling Han, then over Long Xiaoyao, whose aura was weak but whose eyes were still deep, and finally landing on Qian Daoliu, whose aura was also unstable but whose expression was complicated. Her mind raced, and countless schemes were quickly formed and then rejected.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stood a short distance behind her, their faces still pale. Resisting the aftershocks had worsened their injuries. Now, gazing at the sky, their eyes were filled with deep horror and lingering fear.

They understood Qian Daoliu's power better than anyone else, and for that very reason, they were even more terrified of Long Xiaoyao's strength. At the same time, an indescribable sense of defeat welled up in their hearts—with such a powerful figure in charge, the humiliation they had suffered before would probably be difficult to avenge in the short term.

Ling Han took in all the reactions from all sides, his mind clear. This was exactly the effect he wanted. Long Xiaoyao's sudden emergence was like a heavy hammer, completely shattering the "invincible" halo that the Spirit Hall had long instilled in the minds of various forces on the continent, and also winning the Beast God Pavilion the most valuable space for development and the right to speak.

He took a light step forward, soaring through the air to Long Xiaoyao's side. His icy blue soul power flowed slightly, supporting Long Xiaoyao's somewhat unsteady body. His voice was calm yet concerned: "Elder Long, how are your injuries?"

Long Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, his hoarse voice weak but still steady: "It's nothing, just a slight shock from depleted soul power. I'll recover in a few days. Fellow Daoist Qian, you showed mercy." His words were half truth, half a gesture of respect for Qian Daoliu. At their level, sparring that ended with a point, unless a life-or-death struggle ensued, rarely resulted in truly crippling the opponent, but some wear and tear and minor injuries were inevitable.

(End of this chapter)