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Upon hearing those words, Gold Crocodile Douluo's face, already gloomy from heavy injuries and frustration, turned even uglier. A murderous light flickered in his eyes as he abruptly looked back at the faintly visible blue streak of light and roared, "This little animal, does he really think he has us cornered? Damn it, let's fight him! Even if I'm heavily injured, I'll tear a piece of flesh off him!"
In the next second, the remaining golden spirit power around him fluctuated violently, showing a tendency to turn around and face the battle. As the Second Worshipful Elder of Spirit Hall who had traversed the continent for a hundred years, when had he ever suffered such humiliating treatment as being chased like this?
"Grandpa Gold Crocodile, you mustn't! You are all heavily injured, and your strength is greatly reduced. If you turn back to fight now, the outcome is uncertain. Furthermore... who knows if there are other experts following him? Tang Chen's actions are strange and unpredictable; how do we know this isn't a scheme to lure us out? The priority now is to return to Spirit City as quickly as possible and stabilize the situation."
Qian Renxue's cold voice rang out just in time, carrying an unquestionable tone. At this point, she paused, her gaze sweeping over the increasingly clear blue streak behind them with a complex expression, her tone carrying a hint of concern that she herself might not have fully realized.
On the surface, these words were a calm analysis of the situation to dissuade Gold Crocodile Douluo from taking risks, but deep within her heart, there was an indescribable worry. She feared the heavily injured Priests would be no match for Tang Chen and meet with disaster.
More so, she feared that if it truly became a life-and-death struggle, Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others might, in their rage, do whatever it took to kill Tang Chen, even at the cost of their own lives.
Although Gold Crocodile Douluo had a violent temperament, he was not brainless. Hearing this, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, also feeling that what Qian Renxue said made sense. However, the pursuer was already upon them. If this continued, being caught was only a matter of time.
Just at this dilemma, a peaceful and majestic voice, gentle as if it could wash away all anxiety, clearly reached each of their ears.
"You go first, I will stop him."
The voice was not loud, yet it carried a strange soothing power, instantly calming the panic in everyone's hearts.
"Grandfather!"
Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes lit up, and her tense heartstrings relaxed as she blurted out instinctively.
"High Priest!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others also felt their spirits lift. Most of the gloom on their faces dissipated, replaced by absolute trust and awe. With him taking action, there would be no problem at least stopping Tang Chen and buying time for their withdrawal.
Without any hesitation, Gold Crocodile Douluo made a prompt decision and shouted to the Priest carrying Qian Renxue, "Go! Full speed ahead, return to Spirit City!"
The Priests responded in unison. With no more worries, the spirit power within their bodies erupted without regard for the cost. The originally somewhat dim golden light suddenly became solid and dazzling, their speed abruptly increasing as they streaked toward Spirit City like several true meteors, tearing through the clouds. In an instant, they pulled further away from the rear.
The very next moment after they accelerated away, a figure emerged without warning in the Void Realm ahead, as if the water were rippling, standing quietly above the clouds. He wore a wide golden robe, his long golden hair draped over his shoulders.
He appeared to be only thirty or forty years old, handsome and peaceful. His clear eyes seemed to reflect the sky and the sea of clouds, profound and boundless. Although no powerful spirit power fluctuations were visible around him, he naturally merged with heaven and earth, as if he belonged there.
He was the High Priest of Spirit Hall, the Angel Douluo known as invincible in the skyāQian Daoliu. He did not look at the departing Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others; instead, he slowly turned around, his calm gaze fixed on the blue streak of light rapidly approaching, carrying a sky full of chill.
At the same time, Tang Chen's gaze also pierced through the clouds and distance, clearly capturing the golden figure standing still in the Void Realm.
Qian Daoliu. This name represented the horizon of an era, the most unfathomable foundation of Spirit Hall, and the sky-invincibility of a Level 99 super Titled Douluo.
However, in Tang Chen's eyes, which were as deep as a cold pool, only a cold and calm lake was reflected. There was no awe, no hesitation, only strong Battle Intent.
He had already made his choice even when he was still a thousand meters away from Qian Daoliu. That was to attack! He wanted to see just how powerful this Qian Daoliu, known as one of the two peaks of the Spirit Master's world, truly was!
Immediately after, a blue-gold light so brilliant it was suffocating rose from Tang Chen's body. Eight full spirit rings emerged in sequence, a configuration enough to make any Spirit Master in the world lose their mind.
Red, red, red, red, red, red, platinum, red! The first six were blood-red, symbolizing the hundred thousand year level! The seventh was platinum, flashing with a holy luster that transcended cognition, and the eighth was still a deep blood-red!
With the eight rings appearing together, the energy between heaven and earth seemed to worship him and tremble! Especially that platinum spirit ring; its mere existence radiated a mysterious pressure that stood above ordinary hundred thousand year spirit rings.
The moment the light of these eight spirit rings illuminated the sky, the deep blood-red eighth spirit ring beneath Tang Chen's feet suddenly lit up, its brilliance even overshadowing the other rings!
"Eighth Spirit Ability, Sky Azure Annihilation Lightning!"
With a low shout, Tang Chen's right hand suddenly rose, and then his five fingers spread open, his palm aimed at the distant Qian Daoliu, as if he were grasping a descending heavenly punishment.
The thunder did not strike down from the clouds, but from his palm. From that blood-red spirit ring, a bolt of lightning of indescribable color burst forth! When it first appeared, it was an extreme azure, as if it had condensed the purest and most violent wind and thunder power from the Nine Heavens.
But the moment it shot out, deep purple light merged into the azure, finally turning into a three-colored pillar of azure, purple, and black thunder over ten meters in diameter, entwined with the aura of destruction!
This thunder pillar appeared without warning, and its speed surpassed the concept of ordinary lightning. It seemed that as soon as it left Tang Chen's palm, it had already pierced through a thousand meters of the Void Realm. The space along the way was scorched with distorted burn marks, emitting a continuous, tooth-aching sound of shattering!
Before the thunder arrived, that terrifying concept of destruction that annihilated all things and made even the soul tremble had already gripped the entire airspace where Qian Daoliu was located like an invisible giant hand! This strike was no longer a simple elemental attack; the true meaning of destruction contained within it was enough to make any energy defense useless, pointing directly at the Soul's Origin!
Facing this destructive thunder pillar capable of instantly vaporizing a mountain peak, a slight ripple passed through Qian Daoliu's clear eyes, which seemed to contain the entire sky. In the next second, nine spirit rings emerged from beneath his feet.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red! The first eight were all ten-thousand-year spirit rings that exceeded the optimal ratio, deep as an abyss. The ninth was a red hundred thousand year spirit ring with a vast aura!
When the destructive thunder pillar tore through space and arrived with a momentum that made the sky dim by three points, Qian Daoliu suddenly moved. He raised his right hand, not making a fist or a palm, but with his palm facing upward and fingers slightly curved, as if he were supporting something.
"Eighth Spirit Ability, Holy Flame Canopy."
Qian Daoliu's voice sounded gentle and peaceful, yet it carried a sense of majesty as if his words were law, clearly resonating in the sky shrouded by the thunder's murderous intent. As soon as he finished speaking, a golden flame, pure to the extreme, warm but not scorching, quietly leaped from his upturned palm.
Following that, this spark of fire grew with the wind. In an instant, it transformed into a golden flame light curtain a hundred meters high and dozens of meters wide, standing across him.