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Meanwhile, in the solemn and majestic offering hall on the back mountain of Wuhun City.
Qian Daoliu, who was sitting under the giant angel statue and meditating with his eyes closed, along with several other worshippers such as Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Phoenix Douluo on either side, were suddenly awakened by the furious shout that shook the entire city.
The group suddenly opened their eyes and simultaneously turned their gazes toward the direction of Papal Mountain.
The domineering and familiarity contained in that voice was all too vivid for these old people who had lived through that era!
"Big brother, is that Tang Chen's voice?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed drastically, his voice filled with disbelief and solemnity as he sought confirmation from Qian Daoliu, who was sitting in the center.
Qian Daoliu, dressed in a simple white robe, slowly rose, gazing intently at the sky outside the hall, and nodded slightly.
"It's him. That voice, and the domineering intent it contains, there can be no one else in the world like him."
After answering Golden Crocodile Douluo's question, a playful thought arose in Qian Daoliu's heart.
"I didn't expect that dealing with a fake Tang Hao would actually lure out Tang Chen, who had been missing for decades. That's quite interesting!"
Qian Daoliu was fully aware of Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue's plan, and he had no objections.
Since Tang Hao had already died at Mu Ci's hands, using his death to enhance the reputation of the Spirit Hall would be a win-win situation, and Qian Daoliu had no reason to refuse.
What he didn't expect was that this ceremony, which he considered a small matter, would actually bring out his old friend who had been missing for many years.
"Big brother, since it's Tang Chen, should we go out together?" At this moment, Qingluan Douluo suggested to Qian Daoliu.
The appearance of a peerless Douluo made them extremely cautious.
"No need, I can go by myself!" Qian Daoliu waved his hand and walked out of the offering hall.
Even though he already knew that the person who came was the Invincible Ground, one of the three peerless Douluo on par with him, Qian Daoliu's expression did not change.
Although in many people's eyes, Qian Daoliu was slightly inferior to Tang Chen by one move.
But in reality, both of the peerless Douluo were fully aware of the truth.
If Qian Daoliu didn't want to lose, Tang Chen would never have been able to win that move in eight lifetimes.
If Qian Daoliu really wanted to win, he could have directly defeated Tang Chen by using the angelic power within him.
It's not impossible that they could even kill him outright!
Chapter 226 Unparalleled Standoff
Crimson lightning tore through the sky, the thunderous roar still echoing.
Two imposing figures, one red and one black, descended upon Papal Hill Square with terrifying force, creating two extremely conspicuous craters in the sacred wood square sculpted by Mu Ci.
"Uncle!" ×3
Tang San, along with the Fourth and Fifth Elders, erupted in cheers of surprise and joy almost simultaneously, piercing through the clamor of the square.
The shout was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly attracting countless astonished and uncertain glances from those around.
However, the Tang family members were too preoccupied to care about these stares at that moment.
Upon hearing the call, Tang Xiao first pinpointed Tang San's location accurately, then nodded slightly to the two elders in greeting.
However, Tang Chen, who was surrounded by a rich crimson glow, ignored everyone's calls.
The moment his body landed, without pausing for a moment, he transformed into a crimson streak of light that tore through space, his target aimed directly at Tang Hao, who was kneeling on the high platform!
Tang Chen was extremely fast; apart from a few titled Douluo and Mu Ci, almost no one present could clearly see his figure.
Just as Bibi Dong and Mu Ci were about to reach out to stop him, a golden beam of light suddenly fell from the sky, knocking Tang Chen's flying figure back dozens of meters.
Almost at the instant the golden pillar fell, the churning dark clouds in the sky seemed to be cleaved in two by an invisible great sword, creating a huge rift!
The sunlight poured in like a tide, instantly dispelling the gloom on half the sky.
The two peerless Douluo, standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world, each occupied a side, their powerful auras almost tangible, drawing a clear boundary in the sky.
Where the Thousand Streams stand, the sky is clear and cloudless.
A golden sun hung high in the sky, casting its radiant light upon the entire Papal Palace, making it appear magnificent, sacred, and solemn.
However, the situation was quite different for Tang Chen's half of the sky.
Thick, inky clouds surged wildly, with ferocious, blood-red lightning roaring and tearing through the sky.
The light and shadow cast on the faces of countless spectators in the square were uncertain, causing widespread anxiety.
“Old friend, you’re getting a little impatient!” Qian Daoliu stood in front of the crowd and said calmly, looking at Tang Chen, who looked somewhat different.
"Old friend? Haha!" Tang Chen laughed loudly upon hearing this, two points of blood-red light appearing in his eyes as he coldly looked at Qian Daoliu, who was dozens of steps above him.
"Qian Daoliu, we've known each other for over a hundred years, and this is how you treat my Haotian Sect?" A surge of bloody light erupted in Tang Hao's hand, and as he raised his right hand, a blood-red greatsword appeared in his grasp, pointing directly at Qian Daoliu.
"You forced my Haotian Sect to close its gates, drove my son to his death, and put my grandson on trial. Do you think I, Tang Chen, am dead? That you can act with impunity now?"
At the same time, a powerful, almost tangible, blood-red killing intent burst forth from Tang Chen, sweeping across everyone's hearts.
Fortunately, almost everyone present today had a soul power lower than that of a Soul Master, and Tang Chen's killing intent was not directed at anyone else.
Otherwise, given that bloodthirsty killing intent alone, there wouldn't be many people who could stand still in the square.
However, this killing intent was directed at the High Priest of the Angel God, the invincible Sky Douluo, Qian Daoliu!
With a casual wave of his hand, Qian Daoliu released a pale golden light from his body, a warm feeling enveloping everyone.
All negative influences dissolve into nothingness.
Angel realm!
The clash between the two Limit Douluos has long since transcended the possession of martial souls or the release of soul rings; their abilities have been integrated and perfected over hundreds of years of cultivation.
Although Qian Daoliu dispelled the killing intent, the familiar aura caused Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes to narrow. She finally superimposed the person in front of her with the evil figure in her memory and immediately exclaimed in surprise.
"King of Slaughter!!!"
Although the figure looked very familiar, Bibi Dong had always believed that the person was Tang Chen, the long-lost Haotian Douluo.
He was not associated with the bloodthirsty King of Slaughter in Slaughter City.
But at this moment, the blood-red Asura Demon Sword and that terrifying killing intent directly merged the figure in Bibi Dong's memory with the Tang Chen in front of her.
Upon hearing this, everyone present who knew the details of the Slaughter City looked at Tang Chen with great fear.
The Killing City is a sinful prison filled with bloodshed and violence, where bloody killings are performed every moment.
Those who can enter that place are all desperate criminals who have committed unforgivable crimes in the outside world.
They were either captured by the deacons of the Spirit Hall and taken to the City of Slaughter, or they couldn't survive under external pressure and broke into the City of Slaughter on their own.
But regardless of the type, they must have committed heinous crimes.
Of course, there is another type of person who is extremely rare, like Bibi Dong and Tang Hao, who enter the City of Slaughter specifically to hone themselves for the earth-shattering opportunities within.
However, very few people knew the details of the last point; most of the people present only knew that it was a city of sin.
As for Tang Chen, since he is the king of slaughter there, he must be no different from the prisoners inside.
Even Qian Daoliu couldn't help but show a hint of surprise upon hearing this news.
Looking at the demonic sword in the other person's hand and the extremely bloody aura, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something.
It's just that I can't talk about that kind of thing in front of so many people.
Moreover, hearing Tang Chen's distorted words made Qian Daoliu's expression turn sour.
"Why did the Haotian Sect close its mountain? Why did your son die? And why is your good grandson Tang Hao being tried?"
Seeing Tang Chen's increasingly dark expression below the stage, Qian Daoliu immediately revealed a mocking smile and spoke.
"Isn't this all your own doing, you good grandson?"
Tang Chen was speechless for a moment. He had already asked Tang Xiao about the details of the incident on the way here.
Although Tang Xiao's answer was somewhat vague and carried a certain degree of self-positioning and emotional bias.
However, Tang Chen's life experience of over a hundred years naturally allowed him to discern the correct course of events.
Even so, Tang Chen could not stand by and watch his own grandson be publicly judged and nailed to the pillar of shame.
"Qian Daoliu, I'll just ask you one question: will you release Hao'er or not?" Tang Chen said no more, pointing the Asura Demon Sword forward, its blood-red sword light spitting out a tearing sound.
The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere froze to freezing point!
Upon hearing this question, Qian Daoliu subconsciously glanced at Mu Ci beside him.
Mu Ci understood immediately, a smile playing on her lips. She took a few steps forward, walked to Qian Daoliu's side, and looked down at Tang Chen, saying...
"I'm sorry, Senior Tang Chen, we may not be able to release Tang Hao."
As Mu Ci spoke, he casually snapped his fingers with his right hand.
"Snapped!"
At the same time, a bright light appeared on the soul tool in his hand.
"Because Tang Hao is already dead!"
As Mu Ci finished speaking, Tang Hao's body, who was kneeling behind him, instantly disintegrated.
On his right hand, a one-eyed, ferocious head with pale skin also appeared.
Then, under the ferocious, furious, crimson gazes of the five members of the Tang family, grandfather, grandfather, and grandson.
With a forceful pull, Mu Ci shattered Tang Hao's head, leaving only a piece of soul bone gleaming with a crystalline light.
"Hao'er!!!"
“Brother Hao!!!”
"Father!!"
"Soul bone!"
Chapter 227 Take action
"How is this possible? Qian Daoliu! Tang Chen! These two are actually still alive?" Sword Douluo Chen Xin stared at the figures confronting each other in the distance, his voice filled with disbelief.
Although speaking up in this setting seemed abrupt, no one paid him any attention at the moment.