When Qian Daoliu transmigrated into Douluo Continent II, even the evil spirit masters were terrified

Qian Daoliu was increasingly confused, not knowing when he had offended the other party, who had inexplicably come to kill him.

But this is clearly not the right time to ask.

To prevent Long Xiaoyao from changing his mind, he suddenly made a move and looked at the two women beside him.

"Xue Ling, Xiao Di, you two find a place to hide first."

Upon hearing this, Yu Mengdi was very unwilling. She gripped the Sacred Heart Sword tightly, bit her lower lip, and said, "Teacher, I will stand with you through thick and thin!"

"I'm not afraid to die!"

Xue Di was quite clear-headed, knowing that if she and Yu Mengdi stayed here, they would not only be of no help, but would also be a burden to Qian Daoliu.

"Walk."

She grabbed Yu Mengdi's wrist and turned to leave.

Yu Mengdi initially wanted to struggle, but then she realized that as a Soul King, she was not worthy of standing with her teacher, so she had no choice but to let Xue Di pull her along.

As she was being dragged along, she turned back and shouted, "Teacher, please don't get hurt! Remember to come find us later!"

After watching the two disappear into the distant hills, Qian Daoliu looked up again at Long Xiaoyao in the sky. Their gazes met in the air, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

They were in perfect sync, staring at each other without saying a word, secretly observing the positions of the two women through their mental powers.

Qian Daoliu's divine sense, like invisible tentacles, followed the figures of Xue Di and Yu Mengdi.

Long Xiaoyao also sensed the movements of the two women.

They were all waiting for the two women to retreat to a safe position.

This continued for half an hour. After confirming that there was no one around and that the battle would not harm the innocent, Long Xiaoyao withdrew his spiritual power.

He looked down at Qian Daoliu and spoke calmly.

"If we had met a hundred years ago, we might still be friends."

"But today... I'm sorry."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Long Xiaoyao appeared a thousand meters in the air in a flash, his figure as fast as a ghost, leaving only a slowly dissipating afterimage in his place.

Two metal shells suddenly appeared out of nowhere at his previous spot.

The shell was dark silver in color, with dense array patterns engraved on its surface. Each flash emitted a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation.

Long Xiaoyao swiftly attacked, unleashing two consecutive punches.

The force of the punch burst through the air and struck the two metal shells precisely.

He didn't even glance at it again, and turned around to continue climbing.

Subsequently, cracks appeared on the surface of the two metal shells.

The cracks spread outwards from the point where the fist struck.

Finally, it exploded with a deafening roar!

In that instant, it was as if two suns rose from the ground, their blinding white light engulfing everything.

The violent energy swept around, and the shockwave swept outwards from the point of explosion, tearing up a thick layer of soil and sending up waves of earth dozens of feet high.

The trees within a radius of several miles were all reduced to dust in that instant, leaving not even a fragment.

Several small hills were leveled, mountains collapsed, and the mountain bodies cracked.

The stream evaporated instantly, and the riverbed dried up and cracked.

The nearby spirit beasts didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to nothing in the shockwave.

Two craters, each nearly a hundred feet in diameter, appeared at the epicenter of the explosion. The rocks at the bottom of the craters were melted into dark red magma by the high temperature, and the air was filled with a pungent, acrid smell.

The level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannons, when combined, have a power comparable to the full-force attack of a Limit Douluo.

Long Xiaoyao stood high in the sky watching this scene, his silver-white hair at his temples fluttering in the aftershocks of the shockwave, and a deep sense of shame showing in his eyes.

He felt it was despicable of him to have detonated the level-nine soul-guided cannon he was carrying while Qian Daoliu was distracted by the two women's retreat; it was a pure sneak attack.

But he had no choice but to do it.

After all, although he was stronger than Qian Daoliu in cultivation, he was weaker in martial spirit.

His Dark Holy Dragon is infinitely close to the ultimate dark attribute and is of extremely high quality.

But from Zhongli Wu's account after his last defeat, he knew very well that Qian Daoliu's Angelic Martial Soul had three attributes.

Holy, light, fire.

Moreover, all three attributes seem to have reached their peak.

Light and darkness are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, but their relationship is not actually one of mutual control.

But this is on the premise that the strength is about the same.

No matter how powerful the Dark Holy Dragon is, its inherent dark attribute is still a little short of the ultimate, so it will definitely be countered by Qian Daoliu's Angelic Martial Soul.

Therefore, in order to help Ye Xishui completely eliminate this potential threat, Long Xiaoyao chose to launch a sneak attack using two level-nine soul-guided cannons.

He got these two shells from Kong Deming just for this moment.

He knew that Qian Daoliu, as a Limit Douluo, would not die even so, but as long as he could injure the opponent, that would be fine.

At that time, Qian Daoliu's cultivation level was already inferior to his own, and coupled with his injury, even if he could restrain him at the level of martial spirit, he would surely die today.

Long Xiaoyao forced himself to calm down and stop thinking about whether it was despicable or not.

He looked down, his gaze piercing through the layers of smoke and dust, trying to assess Qian Daoliu's current state, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

But the next second, he was dumbfounded, frozen on the spot, his face full of disbelief.

Long Xiaoyao kept muttering "Impossible".

It even took a step back in mid-air.

His expression was one of utter shock, as if he had witnessed something that would shatter his worldview.

Subsequent events proved that Long Xiaoyao's shock to his worldview was indeed justified.

The smoke and dust were then dispersed by a gust of wind.

Two large craters were revealed, blasted out by the level nine soul-guided cannon.

The magma at the bottom of the pit was still bubbling.

Qian Daoliu stood in the very center, completely unharmed, except that he now wore a suit of armor.

The armor was pure gold throughout, perfectly fitted, with each piece shimmering with a liquid-like holy light, and its surface was engraved with intricate and ancient angelic runes.

A golden core was embedded in the center of the breastplate, radiating a warm and unshakeable holy light.

The shoulder armor spreads out to the sides, resembling folded wings.

The arm guards are engraved with an image of an angel holding a sword.

The combat boots covered up to the knees, with two small golden wings extending from the heels.

The helmet covered most of Qian Daoliu's face, revealing only his chin and a pair of golden pupils.

The helmet has a feather crest on top and three wing-like ear flaps on each side.

The entire suit of armor was sacred and majestic.

This made Qian Daoliu appear as if he were a god descended to earth.

"I almost got really hurt."

Qian Daoliu exhaled a breath of turbid air, still feeling lingering fear.

If I hadn't reacted quickly enough and assembled the Angelic Armor in time, I wouldn't have died, but I certainly wouldn't be standing here safely.

The power of those two shells truly exceeded his expectations.

Qian Daoliu slowly flew out of the pit and looked around. The ground nearby had been completely turned upside down, with scorched soil and broken rocks everywhere. Smoke was still rising from the two deep pits.

His mind raced, and he flashed to the opposite side of Long Xiaoyao, the two of them no more than ten meters apart.

He asked, "That was a level nine soul tool, right?"

In any case, apart from a level nine soul tool, Qian Daoliu couldn't find anything to describe it, since the power was simply too great. The combination of the two was even comparable to the full-force attack of a Limit Douluo.