Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 67 The Remnant Soul of the Light Dragon King, Qian Daoliu: Come and fight, you descendant of angels, you are no weaker than anyone else! (Please continue reading!)
"But... this is fine."

Qian Yuhan's gaze deepened.

"With such a powerful martial spirit, the Wei family of this generation may truly be able to break through that constraint and reach a higher level that neither you nor I have ever reached."

"Wei Yuan, you truly are worthy of being your descendant!"

As Qian Yuhan spoke, her eyes fell into reminiscence.

“When you, as a descendant, break through to the realm of gods, you will surely be able to sense where you are and rescue you.”

Qian Yuhan was also unsure.

After being betrayed by Poseidon, Wei Yuan awakens his second martial soul, the Burial Sky Coffin, in a life-or-death crisis. Will it be able to save Wei Yuan's life?

Qian Yuhan held a pessimistic view on this.

The Second Continent of Sun and Moon / Dragon Tomb Continent.

This is the second territory of the Sun and Moon Empire.

The majestic palace stands atop the massive Dragonbone Mountain Range, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.

Inside the main hall of the imperial palace, Emperor Wei Yun of the Second Sun and Moon Empire stood side by side with Empress Ji Ruxue, their gazes fixed on the sky.

When I saw the words "[Light Dragon King, Victory!]" in large gold letters...

Wei Yun's usually handsome and dignified face suddenly surged with an uncontrollable joy, and even his hand holding the armrest of the dragon throne trembled slightly.

"We won! Our Emperor Ancestor won!"

Wei Yun suddenly stood up, his voice hoarse with excitement, but it couldn't hide his pride and respect.

"I knew it!"
In pursuit of ultimate power, the Emperor's ancestor resolutely passed the throne to his father, Emperor Wei Ang, and ventured alone into the Dragon Valley, where he remained for decades.

Now that it has appeared in the world, it is truly earth-shattering!

Empress Ji Ruxue was also utterly shocked, her beautiful eyes filled with deep awe:
"I never expected that the Emperor Ancestor would awaken a second Martial Soul?"
Moreover, it's at the God-King level!

Moreover, he was actually rated as a quasi-god by the Heavenly Curtain, making it highly likely that he will take that final step...

This is a height that even our ancestors never reached!

Wei Yun took a deep breath, calming his turbulent emotions, his gaze becoming incredibly deep and fervent:

"The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is the inherited Martial Soul of the Spirit Hall, representing the first-level deity, the Angel God."

Now, Grandpa's Light Dragon King completely surpasses the Six-Winged Angel in quality, which means that our Wei family possesses a foundation that surpasses the Spirit Hall, and even surpasses the Angel God!
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Dragon Valley small world.

Huge dragon bones are everywhere, as if telling the story of the dragon race's past glory and tragedy.

On atop a massive dragon head skeleton, Wei Linglong, clad in platinum armor, sat cross-legged.

Wei Linglong looks to be only about thirty years old, with exceptionally handsome features.

The light from the sky pierced through the barriers of space and shone into Dragon Valley.

Looking at the breathtaking contrast on the sky, Wei Linglong remained unusually calm, as if it were all within his expectations.

"Calm and undisturbed, with a heart as still as water."

"Indeed, Linglong, these decades of sitting in meditation have brought your state of mind to a state of perfection."

An old and majestic voice echoed in Wei Linglong's mind.

Immediately afterwards, a golden phantom floated out from Wei Linglong's body, transforming into a miniature version of the Light Dragon King, which hovered around him.

This is the remnant soul of the Radiant Dragon King, who has merged with Wei Linglong.

"Senior is so complimentary."

Wei Linglong slowly opened his eyes, a golden glint flashing in them, his voice deep and magnetic.

"Although the six-winged angels are powerful, they are ultimately just subjects in front of the true Dragon King."

This is something I have never doubted since the moment I stepped into Dragon Valley.

The remnant soul of the Light Dragon King let out a low laugh:

"Hehe, you're quite confident."

However, don't underestimate Qian Daoliu.

Although you won in terms of the quality of your martial soul, he is still a demigod, and as the High Priest of the Angel God, he must possess angelic divine power within him.

"And while your strength has broken through to the quasi-god level after adding nine spirit rings to your second martial soul, you haven't truly taken that step yet." Wei Linglong smiled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance:
“Cultivation can be developed, but the quality of one’s martial spirit is determined by fate.”

Throughout my life, I, Wei Linglong, have never feared a challenge.

Even if he is invincible in the sky, I will let him know that the dragon's might is not to be trifled with.

The remnant soul of the Light Dragon King nodded, a hint of appreciation in his eyes:
"well said!

The reason why the Dragon God chose you and allowed you to merge with me was precisely because he valued your character and potential.

When you become a god, I will also use your divine power to reshape my divine body.

"When we join forces, we will surely restore the glory of the dragon race!"

"That's natural."

Wei Linglong stood up, his posture as straight as a spear, his gaze fixed on the sky.

I felt a little sentimental.

"Qian Daoliu and I share the same ancestor. I never imagined before that our ancestor's descendants in Douluo Continent would grow to such an extent."

Although we cannot rival the Wei family, they at least worship deities; in this respect, our Wei family is inferior to a thousand other families.

"However, as a fellow descendant of the same ancestor, I'd like to see just how much your so-called 'invincible in the sky' really amounts to."

[This evaluation of the Light Soul has concluded.]

[The victors are: the Sun and Moon Empire, Wei Linglong, and the Dragon King of Light.]

[The loser, Qian Daoliu, Six-Winged Angel, from the Spirit Hall of Douluo Continent.]

【Qian Daoliu, shall you open the Sky Arena?】

Qian Daoliu's body trembled.

Sky Arena!

still have a chance!

"Big Brother..." Golden Crocodile Douluo noticed the intense fluctuations in Qian Daoliu's aura and couldn't help but step forward and call out in a low voice.

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, stopping Jin E from asking any more questions.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

I weighed the options in my mind.

Reason told him that this battle would likely end in more defeats than victories.

Wei Linglong has already entered the realm of quasi-god.

Even if he relies on the power of the angels, he can briefly exert the strength of a demigod.

But facing the Light Dragon King, who can even suppress six-winged angels, the chances of victory are probably less than 30%.

but……

Qian Daoliu's gaze swept over the majestic angel statue behind him, and then looked down at the countless citizens of Martial Soul City who were looking up at the Hall of Worship below the mountain.

If we retreat now, the Spirit Hall will lose not only the quality of its spirits, but also its invincible belief and the prestige to rule the continent!
More importantly, Wei Linglong came from the Sun and Moon Continent and, like him, was a descendant of the ancestor Wei Yuan.

"I must fight! I will have no regrets even if I lose!"

Qian Daoliu muttered to himself.

If the Sun Moon Empire were to cross the sea in triumph, the Spirit Hall would have no bargaining chips.

"If I win this battle, I will gain crucial confidence and leverage for the Spirit Hall and the Angel lineage in future negotiations with the Sun Moon Empire!"

"If I lose this battle..."

A relieved yet resolute smile appeared on Qian Daoliu's lips. The arrogance of "Invincible in the Sky" on his body reignited at this moment, even more intensely than ever before.

"If I lose, it means my Thousand Flow Technique is inferior to others!"
But my thousand sons would rather die standing than live on their knees!
As a descendant of the angelic god, how could I not even have the courage to draw my sword?!

"Come and fight!"

"I am a descendant of angels, no less than any human!"

(End of this chapter)