Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

This attack had a very wide range and was designed to blockade and coerce.

However, Qian Daoliu remained standing in place, not even the hem of his clothes was stirred by the sweeping golden flames.

The invisible aura that naturally flowed around him only slightly thickened, and the surging tide of holy flames was like hitting an invisible wall of sighs, automatically splitting to both sides half a foot away from his body, unable to penetrate even a little.

The ground beneath his feet remained its original color, a stark contrast to the surrounding Golden Flame Hell.

"The response is acceptable." Qian Daoliu's calm voice came clearly through the roaring flames.

Florian's eyes narrowed; he knew that conventional attacks wouldn't even scratch his teacher. His third spirit ring suddenly shone brightly!

"Third Soul Skill, Wings of Radiance!"

A burst of brilliant light energy erupted from behind him, instantly condensing into two broad, magnificent wings made of pure light elements.

With a gentle flap of his wings, accompanied by a sacred hum, Florian's speed suddenly increased several times over, transforming him into a golden lightning bolt that leaped and flickered in the air.

With the ultimate speed and agility granted by the Wings of Radiance, he launched a relentless offensive from all sorts of incredible angles.

Sometimes it swoops down, its radiant strikes raining down like drops of light. Sometimes it hovers, the aftershocks of its holy flames sweeping across the sky.

The golden figure left countless dazzling afterimages in the air above the hall. The connection between the soul skills was smooth and natural, without any hesitation, making full use of the aerial advantage.

The interplay of radiance and holy flames bathed the entire hall in a golden splendor, as if a divine kingdom had descended.

Faced with this dazzling three-dimensional offensive, Sendou Ryu finally stopped standing still.

He still didn't use his martial soul or soul rings, but his calm eyes reflected the golden light and shadows filling the sky.

His hands began to move, with small movements, sometimes pointing, sometimes palming, sometimes brushing, sometimes flicking.

Each strike appeared precisely in the path of a golden attack.

"Ding!"

"Oh!"

"Hey!"

The crisp sounds of collisions, the muffled thuds of energy annihilation, and the sharp ringing of soul power rubbing together filled the air.

The soul power that Qian Daoliu unleashed, whether in patches, lines, or condensed points, precisely intercepted, neutralized, or deflected Florian's storm-like attacks.

He seemed to be able to predict Florian's every change of direction and the timing and angle of every soul skill he released, always achieving the best defensive effect with minimal consumption at the last second.

The effortless and graceful demeanor of the man contrasted sharply with the swift and ferocious burst of power that Flori unleashed in the air, creating a breathtaking effect.

Despite his prolonged and unsuccessful attack, Florian was not discouraged; on the contrary, his fighting spirit grew even stronger.

He knew it was time to showcase one of the greatest results of his three years of arduous training.

The figure in the air came to an abrupt stop, his wings of radiance billowing to maintain his levitation. He formed a complex and sacred hand seal in front of his chest, and his soul power gathered in his palms like rivers flowing into the sea.

For the first time in this great hall, the black, ten-thousand-year-old soul ring beneath his feet unleashed its full majesty!

"Fourth Soul Skill: Holy Light Protection Barrier!"

A clear and melodious chant resounded throughout the hall.

Centered on Florian, a translucent golden spherical barrier, more than five meters in diameter and composed entirely of highly condensed light energy, instantly unfolded.

The barrier wall shimmered with light, and faint phantom images of angel wings and galloping unicorns flowed across it, exuding an indestructible and impenetrable aura of sacredness.

This is not only a powerful defensive soul skill, but also a domain of light and holiness. Within the barrier, Florian's aura becomes even purer and more expansive, and the power of all his soul skills seems to be amplified to a certain extent.

After unleashing his strongest barrier, Florian did not cower.

His eyes were clear and bright as he manipulated the massive holy light barrier, which, like a golden fortress, slowly and firmly pressed down on Qian Daoliu below.

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Even before the barrier arrived, the immense will to purify, suppress, and protect had already descended, as if to bring everything below it under the protection and confinement of light.

As Qian Daoliu watched the slowly descending golden barrier, a clear hint of approval finally flashed in his eyes.

"That's more like it."

This time, he didn't simply wave his hand in defense.

His left hand, which had been behind his back, was finally brought to the front. He raised both hands as if to support something upwards. He still didn't have any spirit rings, but the faint holy aura emanating from the six-winged angel statue in the hall seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gathering in his palms.

The next moment, he gently pushed his palms upward.

A condensed pillar of soul power, only as thick as a human arm, yet seemingly composed of liquid golden light, shot into the sky and silently struck the center of the slowly descending holy light barrier.

"Buzz!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a deep, long, resonant sound, like the tolling of a giant bell.

The entire hall seemed to tremble slightly at the sound.

The seemingly indestructible holy light protective barrier, with its flowing runes, trembled violently the moment it was struck by the golden beam of light.

The light on the barrier wall surged wildly, emitting a creaking sound as it struggled to bear the weight.

The downward pressure of the barrier instantly stopped, and was then slowly lifted upward by the seemingly small but unimaginably powerful golden pillar of light.

Florian groaned, his face paling slightly, clearly under immense pressure.

He gritted his teeth and pushed his soul power to its limit, trying to stabilize the barrier.

The angel and unicorn runes on the barrier shone brightly, attempting to resist the rising power.

The two sides were locked in a brief but thrilling stalemate. The golden pillar of light remained as steady as a rock, advancing step by step; the holy light barrier flickered, stubbornly resisting.

A few breaths later, a hint of "this is the end" flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

With his supporting palms, he flicked his right index finger very lightly and quickly at the top of the golden pillar of light.

"Boom."

A soft sound, like a bubble bursting.

The golden pillar of light, which seemed capable of supporting the sky, vanished instantly.

The holy light protective barrier, which had been locked in a stalemate with it, seemed to have lost all its power to resist. Its light suddenly dimmed, and with a soft "snap," it shattered into countless golden specks of light that slowly dissipated into the air.

Florian's radiant wings also dissipated, and he landed gracefully, staggering slightly before regaining his balance. His chest heaved, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, indicating that his soul power had been greatly depleted.

But he immediately straightened his back, looked at Qian Daoliu, and there was no discouragement in his eyes.

Silence returned to the main hall, with only the slowly falling, not-yet-completely-dissipated golden specks of light indicating the brief but highly sophisticated clash that had just taken place.

Qian Daoliu slowly lowered his hands and put them back behind his back.

He gazed at his disciple, who was slightly out of breath, and a clear, satisfied smile finally appeared on his calm face. The smile was faint, yet it seemed to shine brighter than all the golden radiance that had just shone upon him.

"very good."

He spoke, his voice still steady, yet carrying a heavy weight.

"Your soul power is solid and your foundation is firm. Your mastery of soul skills has reached a high level, with seamless transitions and adjustments. Your adaptability in actual combat is also commendable. Especially this fourth soul skill... the Ten Thousand Year Holy Light Barrier, which integrates offense and defense and carries your beliefs, you have grasped its essence."

Qian Daoliu strode up to Florian, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate his body and look directly at the origin of his martial spirit.

"Fifteen years old, level forty-nine, with such combat power... Florian, you have not wasted this talent, nor have you wasted these years."

His gaze swept over the boy's still clear and determined azure eyes, his tone slightly heavy, carrying an instruction and a deeper meaning.

"Maintain this spirit and vigor. The Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies is imminent. It will be a broader stage and a more complex trial. Do not tarnish the prestige of the Spirit Hall, and do not forget the light in your heart."

Florey calmed his breathing and bowed solemnly: "Yes, teacher! Your student will remember."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, said no more, and turned to look at the angel statue deep in the hall.

The test was over, and the results were very satisfactory. This disciple had grown into the sword of light he had envisioned, and even surpassed it.

He will be a force to be reckoned with in the storms of the future.

The legacy of the temple and the glory of the angels may find an even stronger foundation in this pure light.

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Deep within the Spirit Hall, in the Papal Palace, it is completely isolated from the sunlight and noise of the outside world.

Under the high dome, the light was filtered through the stained glass windows into dark, mottled colors, falling silently onto the cold, smooth obsidian floor.

Bibi Dong sat alone on the papal throne, a symbol of supreme power, one hand supporting her forehead, the fingertips of her other hand tapping the armrest intermittently, producing a dull but rhythmic sound.

Her gaze seemed to fall on empty space, but it had already pierced through the thick palace walls and landed on the delicate and tense situation of the Spirit Hall.

Once upon a time, everything was still under her control.

Qian Renxue went to Tian Dou and went undercover as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, which was almost a complete departure from the core of the Spirit Hall's power.

Qian Daoliu remained steadfast in the Hall of Worship, seemingly detached, but in reality, he was indifferent to worldly affairs, spending his days immersed in his faith in the angel god and his laughable affection for his juniors.

The vast Spirit Hall, from its overt administration, branch halls in various regions, and spirit master legions, to its covert intelligence and resource allocation, is all in the hands of Bibi Dong.

That is absolute control of power and strength.

She, in particular, had already reached an even higher level: the Rakshasa God Test.

In her original plan, she would complete this supreme inheritance and ascend to godhood. At that time, the Spirit Hall, the foundation she had built over many years, would naturally be handed over to her carefully nurtured disciple, Hu Liena.

Everything should have been so logical and natural.

Until... a series of unexpected events followed.

First, there was Qian Renxue, the daughter she didn't know how to face, who gave birth to a daughter in the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Not only is he exceptionally talented, but he also possesses the extraordinary twin martial souls of a snow-capped swan and a six-winged angel!

When the news reached her, Bibi Dong crushed her most beloved glass cup.

She couldn't quite describe the emotions surging within her at that moment. Was it disgust? Anger? Surprise? Or... a chilling feeling of being utterly outshone, a feeling she herself didn't want to admit?

The child's existence was like a thorn, piercing her otherwise perfect plan.

Immediately following was the Thousand Streams.

The old man then discovered another young man in Wuhun City, Florian, who possessed the Light Unicorn Martial Soul and innate full soul power.

Chapter 380 What Belongs to Her