Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Clay, the Creator of All Things

Bibi Dong did not stop him; he was just a peak Douluo, not someone she took seriously.

Moreover, at this moment, Qian Daoliu had completely locked onto her aura.

If she were to attack the Golden Crocodile, Qian Daoliu would not hesitate to use his full strength against her.

Even now, this old man still makes her feel a huge threat.

The situation remained deadlocked for a moment until Tang Hao's two bodies had completely merged.

His injuries have fully healed.

"Tang Hao, make your move!" Bibi Dong shouted coldly.

However, the next moment, Tang Hao's figure retreated instead of advancing, instantly disappearing into the distance.

Tang Hao has made a runaway!

If we don't leave now, when will we?

With Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu restraining each other, Tang Hao was not about to let go of such an excellent opportunity to escape.

He's not stupid; neither Qian Daoliu nor Bibi Dong are people he can fight against.

Once you get caught up in their fight, you won't even know how you died!

As for the so-called joint action or alliance?

Anyone who believes that is a fool!

Tang Hao was certain that no matter which of the two won, he would not have a good outcome!

When it comes to running away, Tang Hao is a professional!

Whether in the original storyline or now, Tang Hao's moments of glory are all about running away!

Haotian Douluo, he should be called the Runaway Douluo!

"Tang Hao, you're asking for death!" Bibi Dong was instantly enraged by Tang Hao's behavior!

And it was in that moment of distraction that a thousand streams flowed!

In that instant, his figure transformed into a golden streak, falling to the side of the angelic holy sword on the ground.

The angelic sword fell into his hands once more.

The golden angelic power shone brightly once more, completely dispelling the remaining alien divine power on the angelic holy sword.

Once again wielding the Angelic Holy Sword, if it weren't for the still gruesome wound on his waist and abdomen, Qian Daoliu would have been almost back to his peak condition.

"Old man, why struggle in your death throes!" Bibi Dong's expression turned serious as she faced Qian Daoliu, who had once again grasped the Angelic Holy Sword.

I dare not be distracted again, lest joy turn to sorrow.

Because she sensed that Qian Daoliu had actually released the pressure on his wounds.

It even forced all the mottled angelic power within its body onto the wound.

Despite his worsening injuries, the old man was able to unleash power comparable to his prime in a short period of time.

"The light will not compromise, nor will I. If you want my life, then take me down with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the holy light emanating from Qian Daoliu suddenly surged, dazzling like the blazing sun.

"Hmph! Stubborn fool!" Bibi Dong sneered and swung the Asura Demon Scythe in her hand.

This time, the battle between Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu was devoid of any conspiracy or scheming.

Only pure power clashes!

A head-on confrontation!

From noon to dusk, their battle swept across an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

The earth was in ruins, and even the clouds in the sky were completely shattered.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed half the sky red.

Bibi Dong's aura dropped by more than ten percent, and her hands holding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe were trembling slightly.

In this battle, she even used her immortality to heal her injuries more than once.

But even without Tang Hao's assistance.

In the end, she managed to drag that old man, Qian Daoliu, to his limit.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Qian Daoliu was like the setting sun, with only its remaining rays.

"Old man, you should die!" Bibi Dong looked at him, who was now on the verge of death, his breath weak, and unable to even maintain flight.

Qian Daoliu, barely supporting his body with the Angelic Holy Sword, spoke in a cold voice.

"Hehe... It's a pity... I couldn't take you with me..." Qian Daoliu's voice was hoarse and weak.

“Bibi Dong…Xiao Xue…Xiao Xue…”

On his deathbed, this old man was no longer the invincible Angel Douluo of the sky.

He was just a grandfather on his deathbed.

He looked at Bibi Dong with hopeful eyes, his words unfinished, but the meaning was self-evident.

In this world, no one can stop Bibi Dong's progress anymore.

He hoped that Bibi Dong would not harm his daughter.

“Xiaoxue, she…she has always longed for…your approval.”

The weak voice, like a wisp of smoke, drifted away in the afterglow of the setting sun, almost inaudible.

But Bibi Dong heard it.

She remained silent for a long time, and finally a complex sigh escaped her lips.

“I know, I’ve always known.”

The Asura Demon Scythe slashed down with incredible speed, accompanied by that sigh.

In the distance, a blue silver grass swayed in the wind in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Chapter 347 Lu Yan: Me? Angel God?

Just as the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was about to strike Qian Daoliu.

A gentle breeze swept by, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, a fair, jade-like hand with distinct knuckles appeared out of thin air.

With a gentle grip, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe suddenly stopped, motionless.

The next moment, it extends from the palms to the arms, to the shoulders and torso, until the whole body.

A tall and slender young figure appeared out of thin air between Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.

The young man was dressed in a white outfit with gold trim; he had a handsome face and an ethereal air.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Yet it gives people a strange sense of time.

It feels as if the sun is just rising.

The warm red sunlight shone on the young man, making him gleam. For a moment, Bibi Dong was in a daze before she could see his face clearly.

"Lu Yan?!" Bibi Dong exclaimed in surprise.

"Your Holiness, how have you been?" Lu Yan smiled slightly, his tone indifferent.

"You dare to interfere in my affairs?" Bibi Dong's expression instantly turned cold, her tone chilling.

At the same time as he spoke, his soul power surged wildly into the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and his hands gripping the scythe handle suddenly exerted force, intending to sever Lu Yan's hand directly.

Lu Yan's ability to catch the blade barehanded without being injured truly shocked Bibi Dong.

It should be noted that she hadn't used much power in her previous attack on Qian Daoliu with her scythe.

It was just a casual swing of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

But, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe is, after all, a divine weapon!

Lu Yan caught it with his bare hands without getting hurt at all, without even moving an inch!

This behavior caused Bibi Dong to feel a sudden pang of unease.

Because she simply couldn't understand how Lu Yan had done it!

It was as if the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was just a toy in Lu Yan's hands.

This is a magical artifact!

Do you understand what a magical artifact is?

Shocked as she was, Bibi Dong reacted swiftly.

Regardless of how Lu Yan did it, catching a divine artifact with his bare hands was far too presumptuous!

Do you really think of her as some kind of pushover?

Since you don't want your hands anymore, I'll grant your wish!

A cold glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

However, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe remained completely still the next moment.

The soul power that was frantically poured into it seemed to have no effect whatsoever, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

"Alas, Your Holiness, this puts me in a difficult position." Lu Yan sighed softly, "Old Man Qian is Xue'er's grandfather, so he's also my grandfather in a way."

Do you think I would let anything happen to my own grandfather?

"Stop now, and I will not pursue this matter with you for the time being."

Lu Yan's tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable authority, as if he were bestowing some kind of favor upon Bibi Dong, giving off a sense of superiority.

"Arrogant!" Bibi Dong, as the Pope of the Spirit Hall and the successor of the Rakshasa God, has always been the one bestowing favors upon others from a high and mighty position.

When did it become someone else's place to treat her like this!

Lu Yan's words, when they reached Bibi Dong's ears, were clearly a provocation.