Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Bibi Dong's eyes widened in shock, and her hands, gripping the scepter, trembled uncontrollably.

impossible!

That's absolutely impossible!

That man was clearly dead by his own hand!

She killed him with her own hands, devouring his soul and body!

He's dead beyond any doubt, how could he possibly be alive and well here again?

The darkness, humiliation, and despair in the secret room... those painful memories, like venomous snakes, frantically tore at Bibi Dong's nerves.

She was breathing heavily, her face pale.

She desperately wanted to rush over and see clearly whether it was really Qian Xunji or just her imagination.

However, the energy storm generated by the collision of the two unparalleled powers in front of her was too terrifying, and in her current state, she dared not approach it easily.

More importantly, the instinctive fear of Qian Xunji deep in her heart was like an invisible chain that firmly pinned her legs.

She could only stand there stiffly, staring intently at the blinding white light, waiting for the final outcome when the smoke cleared.

Just as Bibi Dong was gripped by panic, several powerful auras surged forth from the Spirit City below.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, along with the other elders of the Hall of Worship, flew into the sky in shock. They sensed that the Grand Elder was going all out and instinctively wanted to rush forward to help.

However, just as they approached the edge of the battlefield...

A silver figure appeared out of thin air and stood directly in front of all the worshippers.

It is Heaven.

Her silver hair danced in the wind, and her strange silver eyes coldly swept over the several Super Douluo before her.

"Stop." Huang Tian's tone was icy, devoid of any emotion.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was furious and was about to make a move, but Huang Tian was faster than him.

She slowly raised her hands.

After devouring Di Tian, ​​she has perfectly integrated the power of light and darkness.

Suddenly, the skin on her left hand was covered with a layer of crystal-clear white dragon scales, transforming into a white dragon claw that radiated extreme light;

Her right hand was covered in jet-black scales, transforming into a black dragon claw surging with extreme darkness.

The interplay of light and darkness, combined with absolute dragon might, directly locked onto all the worshippers present.

Huang Tian's hands hung down, his two dragon claws, one black and one white, trembling slightly.

She stood alone in front of several powerful humans, ready to fight them all at any moment.

She would never let anyone go and disturb Qian Xunji.

......

High in the sky, the turbulent energy currents gradually subsided.

The blinding white light and the billowing smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the figures of Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu.

At this moment, the two were in completely different states.

Qian Xunji hovered in mid-air, her chest rising and falling slightly, and she was a little out of breath.

The attack just now forcibly sacrificed the light attribute of his soul ring, which did take a toll on him, but his overall condition was still very good, with bright eyes and a steady breath.

On the other hand, Sendou Ryu's situation was extremely dire.

The Heaven-Measuring Sword in his hand had vanished, his magnificent robe was torn, and a gaping wound was clearly visible on his right chest.

Fresh blood was slowly flowing down the wounds on his chest and back.

Clearly, the outcome of this battle, representing the highest combat power of the angelic lineage, is already decided.

Qian Daoliu did not continue to force himself to stay.

He hovered in the air, immediately closed his eyes, and began to slowly heal himself by mobilizing the remaining power within his body.

However, the residual power of that attack was preventing his recovery.

Without hesitation, he directly used a portion of the angelic power accumulated in the temple.

Golden, holy light covered the wound, and within a few breaths, the terrifying penetrating wound stopped bleeding and recovered to about 70-80%.

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him with a very complicated expression.

There was disappointment, relief, and a weariness of having a heavy burden lifted.

He sighed deeply, his voice sounding somewhat aged:

"The future is yours, I agree."

Qian Xunji nodded slightly, withdrew the oppressive aura emanating from him, and calmly said:

"A wise choice. Rest assured, Your Excellency, I will not let you down."

Qian Daoliu nodded silently.

He turned around and looked down at the Golden Crocodile Douluo and several other retainers who were being blocked by Huang Tian in the distance.

"Go back now," Qian Daoliu ordered the anxious worshippers.

Without saying anything more, he transformed into a golden light and fell back into the offering hall below.

Although the elders were filled with doubt and shock, they dared not disobey the Grand Elder's order and could only put away their martial spirits and retreat.

Qianxun turned her head and looked at Huangtian not far away.

Huang Tian maintained his fighting stance with two dragon claws, one black and one white.

Her intuition told her that the woman in purple in the distance was suspicious, and if things went wrong, Huang Tian would not hesitate to tear her apart.

Seeing her protective attitude, Qian Xunji couldn't help but smile and called out gently:

"Alright, Emperor, withdraw your power and let's go."

Upon hearing Qian Xunji's voice, Huang Tian removed the dragon scales from his hands, nodded silently, and flew to his side.

At this moment, Qian Xunji followed Huang Tian's gaze and looked in that direction.

A kilometer away, there was another woman standing.

He recognized the other person at a glance.

Dressed in a magnificent papal robe and holding a scepter, she was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of the mortal realm.

The moment Qian Xunji looked over, Bibi Dong was also staring intently at him.

Qian Xunji slowly turned around and looked at Bibi Dong across the distance.

The moment Bibi Dong saw that face clearly, she felt her blood freeze.

She would never forget that face, even if it turned to ashes.

It really is Chihiro!

Bibi Dong's heart pounded wildly.

If she had just held onto a sliver of hope, thinking it might be a hallucination or someone who looked alike, now the deep-seated fear had completely shattered her illusions.

What made her even more desperate was that the power in front of her Qian Xunji was definitely not that of the useless person she had devoured back then!

Just now, she witnessed with her own eyes how this man severely injured Qian Daoliu, who was at level ninety-nine, with just one move.

To severely injure Qian Daoliu with a single move—what kind of strength is that?

Her psychological defenses completely collapsed, and the fears hidden deep within her surged up like a tidal wave, making it impossible for her to maintain the composure and dignity of a pope.

Bibi Dong didn't even utter a harsh word before her soul power erupted, and her figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"You're lucky you ran fast."

His most important task right now is to begin the Angelic Trial; he has no time to deal with a woman who is already terrified.

"Let's go."

Qian Xunji said something to Huang Tian beside him, and the two of them transformed into streaks of light, falling directly from the sky and returning to the Hall of Worship.