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

The Thousand Streams are no longer what they used to be.

His perspective has gradually transcended the realm of ordinary people.

Ordinary people compete in strength, speed, techniques, and the depth of their spiritual power.

But at this moment, Qian Daoliu is competing in his comprehension of the laws.

Speed ​​and strength are merely the outward manifestations of the application of laws.

The divine laws of angels have long been thoroughly integrated into every inch of his flesh and blood, every strand of his divine power, and every swing of his sword.

He no longer needs to maneuver or rely on attrition; those so-called air combat advantages are now merely superficial and dispensable to him.

With the blessing of the ultimate laws, every block and every strike he made carried a rule suppression that was higher than that of mortals.

Tang Chen's all-out, extreme power, the Asura Slaughter, still remained at the level of a demigod's ultimate power.

Qian Daoliu, on the other hand, had already stepped halfway into the realm of gods, standing at the level of laws and overlooking the battle situation.

Play to your weaknesses and avoid your strengths?

Never has been.

It is the realm of Qiandaoliu, which has long surpassed the pattern of the past, and has completely eliminated any shortcomings or flaws.

He doesn't need to rely on the advantage of the sky to win, because his laws inherently suppress all killing and violence in the world.

High in the sky, a thousand streams stand tall amidst the clouds.

His expression remained solemn and calm throughout, neither argumentative nor impatient, neither hasty nor angry.

Faced with Tang Chen's increasingly ferocious Asura offensive, the rhythm of the Angelic Holy Sword in his hand became more and more steady and refined.

Countless tiny angelic runes flowed and converged on the sword's body, and the originally scattered divine laws began to rapidly gather, condense, and unify.

With each extreme collision, his long-standing demigod shackles, under the relentless pressure, completely loosened, cracked, and collapsed.

A terrifying aura, far surpassing that of ordinary demigods and infinitely close to that of gods, slowly rose from Qian Daoliu's body.

The divine light no longer spread across the sky extravagantly, but instead became extremely restrained, and the clamor and violence of the entire world were completely subdued.

The wind and clouds stilled, the air currents solidified, and the restless turbulent currents of the laws quietly subsided.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu seemed to merge with the entire sky.

He raised his eyes, his gaze calm as he looked at Tang Chen, who was filled with rage, and slowly raised the Angelic Holy Sword above his head.

There was no overwhelming momentum, no explosive pressure, yet everyone present felt an ultimate awe emanating from the level of gods.

"Brother Tang, this battle should end now."

His calm words, falling between heaven and earth, were like a divine decree.

The next moment, the divine light in Qian Daoliu's eyes completely condensed and became one.

One sword strike, and it falls!

This sword strike transcended the limits of demigods and touched the true divine realm!

The pure laws of angelic judgment are condensed into a single sword, stripping away all frills and superfluities, leaving only the most fundamental and supreme divine judgment.

This is no ordinary sword strike; it is a sword strike that reaches the true god!

In mid-air, a dazzling golden sword light pierced through the void, its trajectory simple and unadorned.

The speed may seem slow, but it carries an absolute judgmental will that is inescapable, irresistible, and unyielding.

All the murderous sword intent and immense power of the Asuras in front of him were no match for this sword of judgment.

Everything melted, disintegrated, and returned to nothingness in an instant, just like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

Tang Chen, who had been furiously attacking, suddenly had his pupils shrink, his hair stood on end, and he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis rising in his heart.

He finally clearly perceived the monstrous gap between the two!

It's not a difference in strength, nor a difference in speed, but an absolute crushing of realms and laws!

But it was all too late.

The sword of judgment arrived in an instant.

puff!

A dull thud of flesh tearing apart echoed through the sky.

The Asura Demon Sword in Tang Chen's hand trembled violently, and the dark red demonic patterns on the sword shattered inch by inch, unable to withstand this sword strike that resembled divine punishment.

The ultimate power of judgment pierced through the demonic sword's defenses and crashed down on Tang Chen's chest.

Golden light emanates from his body; judgment descends upon the world!

Tang Chen felt as if he had been punished by the heavens. His burly body stiffened instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of hot, bright red blood.

His once flawless and peak physical body instantly developed numerous cracks, and the violent Asura divine power ran rampant, dissipated, and decayed.

Boom!

With a dull thud, Tang Chen's burly body could no longer maintain its balance, and like a kite with a broken string, it plummeted heavily from the sky and crashed into the ground below.

Dust erupted, rocks crumbled, and a massive earthquake created a huge crater.

The once invincible supreme expert, who had just returned to his peak, was severely injured by this deadly sword strike that took him half a step to godhood!

After decades of fateful rivalry, the outcome has now been decided.

High above, Qian Daoliu stood with his sword in hand, his divine light contained, his posture as upright as a divine mountain in the sky.

The terrifying pressure of a half-step true god slowly enveloped the entire world.

The pressure continues to rise.

Qian Daoliu has seized this opportunity and is determined to break through to the Divine Realm in one fell swoop!

As a person with a divine martial soul like the Six-Winged Angel, Qian Daoliu has the assistance of Lu Yan in terms of laws.

Once they break through level 100, they are far beyond the reach of ordinary level 100 god-level experts.

Instead, one can directly grasp a powerful law authority.

Such judgment brings light, purification, and so on.

Qian Daoliu now possesses the strongest law, which is Judgment!

The battle is over.

This was Qian Daoliu's final judgment on Tang Chen, and also the end.

This sword strike did not kill Tang Chen, but he was severely injured and did not have enough time to erase the traces of the laws, so there was no possibility of recovery.

Just like the Silver Dragon King was severely injured by the Asura God's sword and was never able to recover.

In Lu Yan's words, that was a Dao injury.

Poseidon glanced at the spot where Tang Chen had fallen, then looked at Qian Daoliu high in the sky.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and ultimately did not take any action.

Meanwhile, Tang Hao and Tang San were already rushing towards Tang Chen's location at top speed.

So be it.

Poseidon ultimately made a firm choice.

Chapter 397 Inviting the Ancestor to Return to Heaven

Boom—

Dust churned in the deep pit, and gravel tumbled down.

Tang Chen, who had just been severely injured by Qian Daoliu's Judgment Sword that had reached the Divine Realm, collapsed in the ruins at the bottom of the pit.

His body was covered with fine golden cracks, his originally condensed and powerful Asura divine power was completely disordered, and the terrifying through wound in his chest kept leaking blood essence.

Due to the suppression of the Judgment Law, Tang Chen was completely unable to move for a time.

Even the leakage of semen and blood could not be stopped.

He didn't even have the will to stop it; he lost.

Completely defeated, Tang Chen lay at the bottom of the pit, his eyes vacant as he looked at Qian Daoliu, whose oppressive aura from the heavens was growing stronger, his heart filled with unspeakable bitterness.

"grandfather!"

A sharp whooshing sound rang out. Tang Hao, his expression anxious and his heart filled with worry, immediately swooped down into the deep pit and rushed to Tang Chen's side, reaching out to check his injuries.

At the same time, he was also mobilizing his own Asura God Power, which was much weaker than Tang Chen's, in an attempt to temporarily suppress the influence of the Judgment Law on Tang Chen.

did not expect……

Grandfather had just returned to his peak, displaying the unparalleled glory of the old era, when he was severely injured by Qian Daoliu's sword.

Decades of obsession led to this one battle, which ultimately ended in such a tragic outcome.

How tragic, how unwilling!

Tang Hao felt a mix of emotions, including regret for his grandfather's crushing defeat and shame for his own incompetence. There had been a time when he had even harbored the delusion of surpassing his grandfather.

Alas, he had witnessed his grandfather's strength firsthand.

Unexpectedly, even with his grandfather's strength, he was still defeated by Qian Daoliu.

I am far inferior to Qian Renxue, and now, my grandfather has been defeated again.

For a moment, Tang Hao felt gloomy and didn't know what the future held for the Haotian Sect.

Following closely behind Tang Hao, Tang San landed silently and stood quietly at the edge of the deep pit.

His face showed no trace of the worry or fear of a junior, only an extreme pallor and deathly stillness.

Deep within his eyes surged a madness and resolve unseen by others.

Throughout, only one unsolvable dead end lingered in his mind—the eighth trial of the Sea God: to kill the King of Slaughter.

The King of Slaughter has long since vanished; the person before you is Tang Chen, the ancestor of Haotian, who has regained his senses after shedding his evil aura.

But for Tang San, becoming a god is more important than anything else!