In the sky, inside the towering golden angel statue, Qian Daoliu's face was as green as ink.
Anger! The endless rage almost burned away his sanity.
But what is worse than the anger is a deep shame and humiliation!
Because, he really felt it.
Just in the building below, the aura of the angel god’s inherited soul bone appeared!
The breath is extremely weak, like a candle in the wind.
But who is he?
He is the high priest of the angel god in the human world, a ninety-nine-level priest who has served the angel god all his life!
The resonance that comes from the deepest place of blood and martial spirit is absolutely unmistakable!
It’s true!
This group of audacious thieves not only stole the most valuable treasure from his Spirit Hall, but they also dared to put it up for auction so blatantly in front of the eyes of the entire continent!
How arrogant this is! What a shame!
This is no longer provoking Wuhundian, this is trampling on the dignity of the angel lineage, and trampling back and forth on Qian Daoliu's face!
So he came, and as soon as he came, he sacrificed his martial soul's true form without any reservation.
Negotiation?
Question?
Those are the actions of the weak.
What he has to do is to use the most absolute and domineering power to completely wipe out this building that dares to offend the divine power, together with all the ants inside, from this world!
Let the entire continent see clearly the consequences of blaspheming the gods!
The divine power is like a prison, covering the whole city.
In Soto City, the ordinary people and low-level soul masters who were kneeling on the ground could not even think of resisting. They could only pray with the trembling from their souls that they would not be crushed into powder by the aftermath of this fight between gods.
But, not everyone is so miserable.
In the crowd, powerful soul power fluctuations erupted one after another.
· Rays of light of different colors soared into the sky, stubbornly resisting the divine pressure falling from the sky.
"Good guy... what a Sendaoliu!"
A strong man with a body as tall as an iron tower, with eight soul rings around his body moving up and down, and he straightened his waist.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Instead of fear, there was a light of excitement in his eyes.
"It’s worth dying to see the true form of a ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo’s spirit once in this life!"
Beside him, a gentle sect master was running his soul power to protect the disciples around him. , while exclaiming:
"It is worthy of being 'invincible in the sky'. This pressure alone is enough to kill an ordinary soul king."
"But... Liulitian doesn't seem to take him seriously at all."
All the soul masters who had forced themselves to break away from the pressure were now setting their sights on the auction house.
Shrouded in the heaven-destroying divine light, the building made entirely of unknown glass crystals stood quietly without opening any protective cover or making any sound.
Like an eternal island, no matter how the tsunami surges into the sky, I remain unmoved.
This extreme silence is more provocative than any shout.
"I see, this play is becoming more and more real."
In a corner, a soul saint dressed as a wealthy businessman lowered his voice and muttered to several allies around him,
"Do you think that if something is really stolen, Liu Litian would dare to be so arrogant?"
"This must have been discussed with Wuhun Palace. One is a good person and the other is a bad person. The purpose is to scare us all, so that they can raise the price of soul bones to an astronomical figure!" > 「等千道流『无功而返』，琉璃天再出来说点场面话，比如『我们顶住了压力，维护了客户的利益』，到时候这名声不就打出去了？」
「价钱还不是他们说了算？」
然而，也有人并不这么想。
An elder from a marquis family in the Star Luo Empire, his face was pale at the moment, and there was cold sweat on his forehead.
He quietly pulled the sleeves of his young master and said in a mosquito-like voice:
"Young Master, the situation is not right, we have to find a way to escape! What if this is not an act, but a conspiracy of Wuhun Hall?"
"Conspiracy?" The young master frowned.
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"By then, won't the top forces in the entire continent be leaderless? If Wuhun Palace wants to do something more, wouldn't it be done?"
As soon as these words came out, several eavesdropping sect leaders around them suddenly took a breath of cold air, and the more they thought about it, the more creepy they felt.
yes!
The ambition of Wuhundian is known to everyone!
They can definitely do this kind of thing!
For a time, several eyes began to wander among the crowd without leaving a trace, figuring out which direction had the greatest possibility of breaking out.
All living beings have different attitudes and thoughts.
As for Qiandaoliu above the sky, his patience was finally exhausted in Liulitian's deathly silence.
He laughed out of anger. The face that should have been extremely majestic under the golden divine light now showed a hint of coldness.
Good.
What a Liulitian.
What a bunch of ants who don’t know how to live or die!
Since you choose to respond to a peerless Douluo’s question with silence, then remain silent forever!
Hum."
Hum. A cold hum, as if it was the prelude to death.
The huge seraph statue slowly raised its left hand that was not holding the sword.
"Buzz——!"
In an instant, at Qian Daoliu's feet, the eighth soul ring suddenly lit up!
An energy that was more terrifying, more condensed, and full of destructive aura than before began to converge crazily towards the left palm of the angel statue.
The sky turned completely dark at this moment.
Neither the afterglow of the setting sun nor the lights of the city can compete with the light of the one hundred thousand year soul ring.
The whole world seemed to be left with only the golden statue of God, and the divine punishment brewing in His palm that could purify all the sins in the world!
"The eighth soul skill, angelic purification!"
On the ground, the experienced and knowledgeable veteran titled Douluo exclaimed, his voice filled with unbelievable horror.
This... This is Qiandaoliu's strongest single-target attacking soul skill!
Humours say that once this move is performed, everything will turn to ashes, and even the space will be distorted and collapsed by the ultimate sacred flame!
He actually wants to take action! And once he takes action, it’s a sure kill!
"Crazy! He's really crazy!"
"Run!!"
Those who were still guessing that it was an act before, now the blood on their faces suddenly faded away.
That aura of destruction cannot be faked, it is the power that really wants to kill people!
What kind of traps, what kind of acting, what kind of raising prices... At this moment, everything was thrown out of the sky!
The instinct of survival overwhelms everything else!
However, it was already too late.
The corners of Qian Daoliu's mouth curved into a cruel arc.
His voice is no longer the roar of thunder that resounds throughout the world, but turns into a cold and biting death sentence, clearly reaching the ears of every strong man below:
"Thief, suffer death!"
The moment the voice fell, the left hand of the Seraphim statue suddenly pressed down!
A golden energy ball that was concentrated to the extreme, as if it was composed of pure light and fire, came out of his hand.
It didn't make any sound, nor did it bring any howling wind.
It just fell quietly but extremely quickly.
The space along the way, in front of it, is as fragile as tissue paper, twisting and folding, and even burning with golden flames of nothingness.
Everyone's pupils are completely filled with the ever-expanding "sun".
Time seems to be stretched infinitely at this moment.
It’s over.
This is the thought that comes to everyone's mind.
Liulitian is over, Sotuo City is over, and they, the fish in the pond who have been affected, are also over.