Douluo's Flame Spear: Chongli's Demise and Heart Flame's Overpowered Power

"But you are my grandfather; how can you bear to abandon Xue'er and sacrifice yourself for your beliefs, just to abandon me?" Qian Renxue knew that what she was saying was selfish, but it was the best way to persuade Qian Daoliu.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood silently in front of the Hall of Worship, his hands behind his back, watching the surging holy radiance of the angels in the sky.

Qian Daoliu looked at the angel statue above, which had changed drastically, and slowly revealed an indescribable expression in his eyes; then he looked at Qian Renxue.

He said bitterly, "Xue'er, my centuries-old faith is hard to change; only by sacrificing myself for my faith can I find the best ending."

"Angel God, my faith is on the verge of collapse; before my faith disappears, will you just stand by and watch my grandfather suffer this torment?"

Qian Renxue stared wide-eyed at her grandfather.

"Grandpa, you..."

Qian Daoliu smiled reassuringly and came to Qian Renxue, placing his large hand on her head: "Silly girl, your grandfather has served the angels for hundreds of years; how could he not notice the changes in you? But these changes may not necessarily be a bad thing for you."

"Xue'er, it's a pity I won't see the day you become a god; but I'm content to have paved the way for you to become a god with this crippled body, and I'll die a worthy death."

After he finished speaking, Qian Daoliu radiated a dazzling light, like the fleeting brilliance of a sun that had fallen to earth.

Qian Renxue's expression changed, but it was too late to grab Qian Daoliu's hand: "Grandpa, no!"

The voice of the fallen angel echoed in Qian Renxue's heart: "Don't let Grandpa's sacrifice be in vain; I will help you successfully inherit the position of the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel of Light."

Immediately, a stream of dark energy followed the light of a thousand streams and entered the angel statue.

In an instant.

The world seemed to be divided into two colors: light and darkness, with the angel statue half in the light and half in the darkness.

Subsequently, the energy of Sendou Ryu and the fallen angel manifested in darkness and light.

Qian Renxue released the twelve-winged Fallen Angel of Light martial spirit, and slowly merged the two-colored angelic sword into the statue of the Fallen Angel of Light.

Golden Crocodile Douluo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and held it in his heart. After hundreds of years of being together, he finally witnessed the fall of his good brother.

At this moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo could no longer remain calm and disappeared in front of the Hall of Worship in a flash.

Three days later.

As Qian Renxue, bearing both light and darkness, stepped out from the statue of the Fallen Angel of Light, her powerful aura instantly sweeping across Wuhun City and even subtly affecting the surrounding cities.

"This is the power of the gods; truly powerful." Qian Renxue clenched her fists, her entire body clad in dazzling golden angelic armor, surrounded by ten divine halos as she stood proudly in the void.

Suddenly, Qian Renxue's gaze turned toward the direction of the Papal Palace; there, an extremely powerful and strange evil energy was gathering and was constantly growing stronger.

"That is the divine succession of the Rakshasa God." Bibi Dong's face flashed through Qian Renxue's mind.

He snorted coldly and shouted, "Where is the Angel Legion?"

Countless fallen angels of light flapped their wings and soared into the sky. After thousands of years of evolution and experimentation, the optimal soul ring ratio and corresponding soul skills for angelic martial souls have long been determined.

Flying is the most basic skill.

"Follow my lead."

Just as Qian Renxue announced her intention to take control of the Martial Soul Empire and launch a counterattack, a powerful aura suddenly appeared at the location of the Papal Palace.

She was several degrees inferior to the previous Qian Renxue.

Bibi Dong, clad in her Rakshasa divine armor, soared into the sky, facing Qian Renxue from afar: "Deal with the external enemies first, then we can discuss other matters."

Qian Renxue thought for a moment and then agreed.

The two sides calmed down for only a moment before the aura of a deity emanated from another direction; to those who had already become gods, it was as dazzling as the sun in the darkness.

Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong exclaimed simultaneously, "Asura God? How is this possible?"

Bibi Dong's face darkened: "Tang Hao, she definitely inherited the position of the God of Asura; I never expected that Tang Hao could become a god after Tang San died."

A smile suddenly appeared on Qian Renxue's face, and a face involuntarily came to mind.

"I'd like to know, how would you handle this situation?"

"What are you thinking about?" Bibi Dong blurted out when she saw the amused look on Qian Renxue's face.

Qian Renxue was taken aback at first, then the smile on her face disappeared and she returned to her indifferent expression; with the power of the fallen angels, the Angel Legion was more powerful than ordinary Soul Masters.

However, since Tang Hao has become the God of Asura, let's send him to investigate the true strength of the Breaking Heaven Sect first.

The Star Luo Empire is nothing more than a dog of the Breaking Heaven Sect. This dog bites but is not fatal; the key is the sect leader of the Breaking Heaven Sect, namely Yang Yun.

Qian Renxue had a strange feeling that even if she became a god, she might not be able to defeat that guy; she didn't know if it was because she had been suppressed all along.

As her thoughts drifted off course for some reason, Qian Renxue said irritably, "Restrain the power of the fallen angels and stop thinking about all that nonsense all the time."

The fallen angel chuckled and said, "I wonder who it was that day, sitting taller and stronger than me, almost breaking someone's body with their foot and making a really loud noise."

Qian Renxue snorted coldly and stopped arguing with the Fallen Angel, this crazy guy with no moral bottom line.

The City of Slaughter.

To be precise, it's the entrance to the Killing City.

Yang Yun stood alone at the entrance and exit of the City of Slaughter. Since Tang Hao's succession to the divine throne, the entrance and exit of the City of Slaughter had disappeared and were no longer to be seen.

However, the aura of the Asura God was right here just now, so there's no doubt that the entrance and exit of the City of Slaughter have merged into one.

"Tang Hao, wasn't Haotian Douluo supposed to be unparalleled in the world? Why are you still cowering inside and refusing to come out even after becoming a god? This is very damaging to the dignity of the five great god-kings of the Asura God."

Yang Yun raised his hand and unleashed a giant fire dragon that hurtled towards the entrance of the Slaughter City.

Containing destructive power, this Soul Bone Skill - Fire Dragon Bite Explosion directly hit the entrance and exit of the City of Slaughter; the collision of destructive power and Asura divine power caused ripples to spread throughout the surrounding space.

"boom"

Endless crimson mist erupted from the point of impact, enveloping Yang Yun like a volcanic eruption.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

With a whooshing sound, a large hammer flew from the blood-red mist toward Yang Yun.

"break!"

Yang Yun gave a light shout, and the Flaming Spear Chongli and the Haotian Hammer collided with a crisp sound; the next second, more than a dozen figures appeared around Yang Yun.

"First Soul Skill - Ten-Headed Beast Spirits"

Eighteen fiery figures chased after the evil soul masters and madmen of the Slaughter City, who kept passing by in eight directions. They went straight to the front and blocked the way for all the evil soul masters. No one could get out of the encirclement of the ten-headed beast spirits.

The three spirits of Di Tian, ​​Xiong Jun, and Chi Wang stood proudly in the void.