This time, the Angel God's descent to the mortal realm was likely not just for the Wuhun Empire, but possibly also for Gu Yuena.
Thinking of this, Qian Renshang's steps grew heavier.
Each step felt like carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.
He knew the power of the God Realm; it was an existence as unreachable and insurmountable as a vast galaxy.
In that endless divine realm, the power of the gods was almost omnipotent, and compared to them, the Soul Masters struggling in the mortal world, they were like ants to an elephant.
But no matter what, he would do everything in his power to protect Gu Yuena.
Gu Yuena was the love of his heart, the one he was willing to give everything for.
Even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, even if it meant facing the wrath of the gods, he would never back down.
The wind howled through the forest, ruffling Qian Renshang's hair, which danced wildly in the wind, but could not dispel the worry in his heart.
Worry, like layers of dark clouds, weighed heavily on his heart.
He gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and dashed out of the forest like a bolt of lightning.
His clothes fluttered wildly in the wind, like an unyielding battle flag.
The road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, but he was prepared to face all challenges.
His eyes were resolute, burning with an inextinguishable flame.
That flame contained his determination, courage, and hope for the future.
Qian Renshang could no longer wait; time was of the essence, and Qian Renxue was likely to become a god soon.
He was burning with anxiety, the veins on his forehead bulging like writhing earthworms, highlighting his extreme anxiety.
A resolute flame burned in his eyes, a flame that seemed to burn away all obstacles.
"I can't let her become a god so easily; I must do something to buy her some time!"
Qian Renshang roared inwardly.
His voice echoed deep within his heart, inspiring him like a war drum.
He flashed, transforming into a streak of light, and sped towards the Martial Soul Empire.
The wind howled in his ears all the way, a sound like a thousand horses galloping past, yet it couldn't disturb his thoughts.
His mind raced, searching for feasible solutions. Each idea was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brief yet dazzling.
Qian Renshang knew all too well that, facing the powerful Martial Soul Empire and the soon-to-be god-like Qian Renxue, he had to be extremely cautious in his actions.
The Martial Soul Empire was teeming with experts, its defenses extremely tight.
A single misstep could not only prevent him from achieving his goal but also plunge him into utter ruin.
But at this moment, he couldn't care less. Even with only a sliver of hope, he would fight tooth and nail for it.
As he approached the border of the Martial Soul Empire, Qian Renshang slowed his pace, concealed his aura, and cautiously infiltrated.
He moved like a prudent cheetah, each step light and silent.
Using his soul skill, Qian Renshang perfectly concealed his presence and continued his approach to Martial Soul City.
The twelve-winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul flickered behind him, its black wings radiating a mysterious, eerie light.
That light shimmered in the darkness, like a temptation from the abyss.
Unlike the righteous and holy aura of the six-winged angel, his Fallen Angel Martial Soul excelled at concealment and assassination.
Like a ghost in the night, it silently approached its target, delivering a fatal blow.
The darkness shrouded the earth, providing him with excellent cover.
The moonlight shone upon him, yet seemed to be swallowed by his figure, leaving no trace.
He moved through the shadows like a ghost, his form elusive and unpredictable.
His figure would sometimes blend into the darkness, sometimes flash past in the moonlight, making him impossible to fathom.
The patrolling soldiers along the way were completely unaware; some yawned, others stared blankly ahead, oblivious to the deadly threat that was silently approaching.
Even the hidden masters in the shadows failed to detect a single trace of his presence.
Qian Renshang's steps were light and agile, each step like a feather falling, making no sound.
He was like a dancer in the darkness, leaping lightly on the edge of death.
Several days later, Qian Renshang arrived at his destination!
His eyes were cold and sharp, fixed intently on the Martial Soul City ahead.
The city was brightly lit, countless lights intertwined, illuminating the streets and alleys.
But this light could not illuminate the darkness in his heart.
In this endless night, he was the ruler, the deadly hunter lurking in the shadows.
As long as he doesn't want to be discovered, no one else really can!
Meanwhile!
In the Hall of Offerings, several figures stood before several grave mounds, their faces filled with sorrow. Under the cover of darkness, they burned paper money. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that these were Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and Lion Douluo!
Qian Daoliu's once upright figure now appeared somewhat hunched, his back slightly bent, as if weighed down by an invisible mountain.
His face, illuminated by flickering firelight, revealed deep wrinkles that crisscrossed like ravines, each telling a story of hardship and inner torment.
His eyes were brimming with tears, which shimmered in the firelight, reflecting his profound grief.
His once bright and spirited gaze was now only filled with endless sorrow and weariness.
His hair was disheveled, a few strands of silver trembling in the wind, making him appear decades older. His hair had lost its former luster, appearing dry and fragile.
The Golden Crocodile Douluo's former majesty was gone; his hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white, the skin around his knuckles pale from the exertion.
His body trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the uncontrollable anger and pain within him.
His facial muscles were tense, etched with lines of sorrow, his voice hoarse and broken:
"These are brothers who risked their lives with me, how could they just leave like this..."
His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been ripped out, unable to accept the cruel reality before him.
Lion Douluo stood there blankly, motionless, like a wooden or clay sculpture.
His gaze was fixed on the burning paper money, muttering indistinct words.
Perhaps they were longing for his fallen brothers, perhaps they were accusations against fate.
His hair seemed to have turned completely white overnight, his once robust body now incredibly thin, as if ravaged by the merciless passage of time, his vitality rapidly draining from him.
The deaths of their brothers were utterly unbearable for them; this heavy blow almost completely crushed their spirits.
Golden Crocodile Douluo gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tense,
"These damned beasts, they made me lose so many brothers."
However, the thought that the culprit, Qian Renshang, was already dead brought him some relief.
(End of Chapter)
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