Chapter 186 A Slightly Dirty Hem
Qian Daoliu grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.
He recognized Jiang Bai’s swordsmanship; it was the Angelic Swordsmanship.
But in Jiang Bai’s hands, the originally agile and skillful Angelic Swordsmanship had become both fierce and unpredictable.
Each strike was swift and precise, each imbued with terrifying power!
"Clang—!!!"
Another clash ensued.
Qian Daoliu flicked his sword, sending Jiang Bai staggering back several steps.
He steadied himself and said in a deep voice, "Your swordsmanship...was it taught to you by Xue’er?"
"You actually intend to use it to defeat me?!"
Jiang Bai regained his footing and swung his longsword: "Then try this move!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
the nine red soul rings around his body simultaneously flew into his body!
His aura surged dramatically!
He sheathed his sword with his right hand and raised his left.
His left hand began to change.
His once normal palm was now as white as snow, crystal clear, as if carved from a piece of millennia-old ice.
The surrounding air suddenly cooled!
Snowflakes even began to fall!
These snowflakes, seemingly delicate, contained a terrifying chill!
Qian Daoliu’s pupils constricted!
This is...?!
He dared not be careless and immediately unleashed his soul power!
"Second Soul Skill, Angelic Holy Light!"
Golden holy light surged wildly from his body, forming a thick protective shield around him!
Jiang Bai’s left palm had already struck out!
"Emperor’s Palm—Great Cold Without Snow!"
A palm strike!
The falling snowflakes instantly became sharp!
They were like countless sharp flying knives, carrying terrifying chill, sweeping towards Qian Daoliu!
"Clang, clang, clang—!!!"
Snowflakes swept past Qian Daoliu’s protective golden light, sparks flying!
The golden shield trembled violently under the impact of the snowflakes, its light flickering erratically!
The snowflakes dissipated.
Qian Daoliu had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Bai raise his sword again!
His right hand was raised high, and above his head, a massive longsword, entirely formed of solidified ice crystals, appeared out of thin air!
The longsword was thirty meters long, its blade a pure ice blue, swirling with a dreamlike halo.
Jiang Bai swung the sword down!
"Emperor Sword—Peerless Ice Extreme!"
The giant sword slashed down!
It drew a fan-shaped arc of light in the air, changing from deep blue to light blue, then to pale blue, and finally to pure white!
That white was the color of extreme cold!
Where the sword’s light passed, the air condensed, and space froze!
Qian Daoliu’s expression changed drastically! "Seventh Soul Skill—Angelic True Form!!!"
Golden holy light surged wildly from his body, his form rapidly expanding within the golden light!
In the blink of an eye, a phantom of a six-winged angel, hundreds of meters tall, appeared behind him!
The phantom was holy and majestic, like the rising sun, dyeing the entire valley gold!
Three pairs of enormous wings were raised in front of him!
The sword light slashed down!
"Boom—!!!"
A deafening roar!
The sword light struck the three pairs of wings fiercely!
For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Then...
"Crack!"
Frost appeared on the surface of the wings!
The frost spread at a visible speed, freezing all three pairs of wings completely in the blink of an eye!
Countless ice crystals grew wildly from the wings!
Qian Daoliu’s face showed fear!
He was careless! He couldn’t move!
He desperately channeled his soul power, trying to shatter the ice covering his body, but found the ice crystals clinging to him like maggots!
He looked up.
He saw Jiang Bai, still preparing to attack.
"No way?! Again?!"
"You have that much soul power?!"
Jiang Bai ignored his shock.
He gripped the sword with both hands, frantically pouring his soul power into the blade!
The sword began to expand and extend.
Thirty meters, fifty meters, eighty meters, one hundred meters!
Finally, it transformed into a giant sword a hundred meters long!
Black and white light swirled on the blade!
"Raging Tide! Divide Heaven and Earth!"
The giant sword slashed down!
The soaring sword light tore through the night sky!
That single strike seemed to cleave heaven and earth in two!
Qian Daoliu felt as if the world was turning black and white!
This kid... does he really want to kill him? !
Without hesitation, he frantically unleashed the last of his power!
"Ninth Soul Skill—Angel’s Breath!!!"
The six-winged angel phantom opened its mouth, gently exhaling a breath of golden holy light!
That holy light was the purest divine judgment power of an angel!
The golden tide of light collided violently with the black and white sword light in mid-air!
"BOOM—!!!!!!!!!!"
A deafening explosion!
A terrifying shockwave spread wildly from the point of impact!
The surrounding rocks instantly turned to dust!
The entire valley trembled violently!
The clouds in the sky were blasted apart by the shockwave!
The moon, hidden in the clouds, revealed its face, illuminating this breathtaking scene!
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
The valley was a scene of utter devastation.
Qian Daoliu stood there, panting heavily.
He had more than a dozen wounds on his body.
Blood soaked through his grey robes.
Countless golden feathers lay scattered on the ground.
Across from him.
Jiang Bai, though his clothes were disheveled and his hair slightly loose, was generally unharmed.
Behind him, a gigantic rainbow dragon appeared.
The rainbow dragon opened its mouth and exhaled a mouthful of pure nine-colored energy, which surged into Jiang Bai’s body.
Jiang Bai’s depleted soul power recovered at a visible speed.
...
In the distance.
Dozens of figures streaked across the night sky, flying towards this direction.
Leading them was Qian Renxue.
She had just been reviewing official documents in her study when she suddenly sensed a terrifying fluctuation of soul power emanating from outside the city.
The strength of that fluctuation terrified even her!
She flashed into the air, looking in the direction from which the soul power fluctuation originated.
Immediately afterwards, figures emerged from the Hall of Offerings and the Hall of Elders.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, Light Feather Douluo...
Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Demon Bear, Spirit Kite...
A dozen or so Title Douluos gathered in the air.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.
Who dared to make a move outside Martial Soul City?
Qian Renxue took a deep breath: "Let’s go see."
A dozen figures flew towards the valley.
When they arrived above the valley and saw the scene below, everyone was stunned.
Qian Daoliu stood there, covered in wounds.
Those wounds, though not fatal, were all deep enough to expose bone.
Behind him, the phantom of the six-winged angel had dimmed and lost its luster.
Golden feathers were scattered on the ground.
On the other side.
Although Jiang Bai’s clothes were disheveled and his hair was a little loose, he seemed to be unharmed.
Behind him, a gigantic rainbow dragon was replenishing his energy.
Nine-colored light swirled, illuminating his handsome face.
The elders and retainers exchanged bewildered glances.
This is...
The Grand Elder...lost?
Lost to Jiang Bai?
A level 99 Peerless Douluo lost to a level 92 Title Douluo?
How could this be?!
But the scene before them didn’t lie.
Qian Renxue stood in the air, watching this scene, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
She looked at her grandfather, covered in injuries, then at the composed Jiang Bai.
For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath and slowly descended.
She walked to Jiang Bai’s side, looking him up and down: "Are you... alright?"
Jiang Bai shook his head: "I’m fine. Just a little tired."
Qian Daoliu, standing to the side, nearly coughed up blood upon hearing this.
Are you tired?
You beat me up like this, and you’re telling me you’re tired?!
But he opened his mouth, and finally...
He said nothing.
He simply looked at Jiang Bai, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
There was shock, helplessness, and a hint of... resignation.
After a long while.
He sighed.
"Jiang Bai..."
His voice was hoarse: "You won."
"The elders of the Hall of Offerings... you can decide how to move them... you decide."
With that, he turned and staggered towards Martial Soul City.
His back, bathed in moonlight, appeared exceptionally old and desolate.
The elders and other members of the Hall of Offerings watched his retreating figure in silence.
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