Douluo: Qian Renxue’s Road to Defeating the Gods

Chapter 620: Holy Sword and Star Crown (End)
A scream was heard in the sky, but it was not from Qian Yuling, but from the Evil Emperor Demon Lord. Looking at his burned and corroded palm, his face was distorted to the extreme.

"There's something wrong with this armor!"

That’s right, just when the Evil Emperor Demon Lord thought he had succeeded, the golden armor not only blocked his attack, but also burned his hands, causing serious injuries.

"I forgot to tell you, this is the sacred armor, Evil Emperor, your death is imminent!"

"What a joke! How can this god be afraid of a mere mortal like you?"

The Evil Emperor immediately transformed into a nine-headed giant snake and roared towards Qian Yuling.

"Holy Sword!"

But he could not resist the might of the Holy Sword, even if he had reached the Hundredth Level.

With a wave of his sword, all nine snake heads were chopped off. Looking at the fallen huge body, Qian Yuling finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Evil Emperor and the Demon Lord were dead, and this dark era was finally coming to an end.

"Even if I die, I will die with you!"

Just when everyone thought that the matter was over, the dying Evil Emperor Demon Lord actually flew out of a snake head, and he ignited his remaining divine power and vowed to go to hell with Qian Yuling!

"How dare you persist in your wrongdoings!"

Qian Yuling rushed forward with his sword, dragging the Evil Emperor and the Demon Lord away to prevent the people not far away from being affected...

"It's worth it to be able to drag you and so many people down with me! Hahaha..."

Qian Yuling, anxious and angry, sped at full speed, but her increasingly swollen body told her that it was probably too late.

“Star Crown…Seal the Clouds and Lock the Moon!”

A male voice suddenly came from the ground, and the Evil Emperor Demon Lord seemed to have been paused, standing still in Qian Yuling's hands.

"Tianxing, it's you!"

"Yuling, I can't lock him up for long, hurry up!"

Qian Yuling did not dare to delay and quickly transferred him to a sparsely populated area. Then there was a violent explosion, and the Evil Emperor and the Demon Lord completely disappeared into the world.

"Yu Ling... you took this sword after all."

After the dust settled, Xu Tianxing looked at the sword in Qian Yuling's hand with a gloomy expression.

"I took this sword, and I will take responsibility for it."

Afterwards, Qian Yuling took the holy sword and traveled to every corner of the continent, destroying all the injustices she saw. In order to prevent any omissions, she would preach truth and goodness wherever she went, and open martial arts spirits for everyone for free. Unknowingly, it developed into a huge church, and some rules have been passed down...

Later, with the power of faith, Qian Yuling broke through the shackles of level ninety-nine and became the God of Angels. When she ascended, she had suppressed the evil thoughts scattered in all corners under the holy sword again, and warned the descendants of the angels to never draw the sword and protect them from generation to generation...

When the memory ended, Qian Renxue opened her eyes and found that her hand was holding the Holy Sword of Angels. She was surprised and quickly withdrew her hand from the sword.

Staring at the Angel Sword quietly, Qian Renxue felt sad. She didn't expect the Holy Sword to have such a story. She shouldn't have pulled it out for her own selfish reasons. 'You backed down.'

"I can't draw this sword..." Qian Renxue shook her head. She seemed to be still immersed in her memories and had no intention of drawing the sword at the moment.

"Qian Renxue, if you want to change the current situation, you can't do without it. Also... do you know why the Star Crown has some connection with it?"

"What do you mean?"

Qian Renxue was a little puzzled. Yes, this was also a story about the Holy Sword. How could the Star Crown sense the Holy Sword? What was the meaning between them?

'Power! What is a crown? What is power? What is a sword? Strength! Having power or not having power is just empty talk. People all kneel down to worship the emperor. What are they kneeling down to? Are they kneeling down to the crown on the emperor's head? What are they afraid of? Are they afraid of the emperor's power to take other people's lives at will? In fact, what they kneel down to and what they fear is not the emperor himself, but power.'

'Who in the Spirit Hall doesn't respect you? Because you have power, you are a descendant of the Angel Family, and you are the daughter of Pope Bibi Dong. But you can't command them to work for you. Why? You lack power, a power that can make them fear you, and that sword is what you lack.'

'Take it, and you will have all the fame and the greatest benefit in the world! You only need to abandon everything...very insignificant, such as your kindness and mercy, your damn sympathy, and your conscience that has been tortured and shattered along the way. Take it and become a true king!'

Qian Renxue stared at the slightly dimmed Angel Holy Sword in silence and wiped the dust off the sword with her fingers. The sword emitted a soft sacred light, which made her feel extremely at ease.

"I can't give up all these! I can't accept seeing them suffering. I don't want to hurt countless broken hearts because of my indifference. I will never be able to pick up this sword..."

"Interesting man, aren't you going to take the sword?"

Suddenly, a strange voice appeared here again. It was a female voice, and this voice was exactly the same as the voice that the God Ancestor heard in his memory just now!
"Are you the senior who guards the Holy Sword?"

Qian Renxue asked in surprise, how is it possible? If that is true, how could she still be alive?

"The senior who guards the holy sword? Someone called me that a long time ago, and she was just like you. She left without drawing the sword the first time."

The voice seemed to be lost in memories, with a hint of vicissitudes and remoteness in it...

"There's something familiar about you. Who are you?"

Qian Renxue was startled, and said without hesitation: "Maybe I am the descendant of the God Ancestor. My name is Qian Renxue, and the Qian Yuling who drew the sword in the past is my ancestor."

"I see…"

"Senior, sorry to bother you. I will leave now." Qian Renxue quickly left the place after performing the salute. Everything returned to silence. Suddenly, a golden figure appeared in the empty Holy Sword Land. It looked like a condensed water droplet, emitting a golden light...

After Qian Renxue left, the holy sword dimmed again. The golden figure reached out to touch the holy sword, and seemed to be talking to himself in confusion: "I clearly felt a very familiar breath, but I can't remember what it is... But why are you like this? After she left, you are also more sad, right? But, what exactly does this sentence you left for me to comprehend mean?"

The golden figure waved his hand slightly, and a line of words appeared on the holy sword.

It says:

"This sword suppresses the suffering, plague, and evil in the world. Why do you want to take this sword? What do you do with it?"

"Sword Spirit, I have been protecting you since you fell asleep, but how long will it take for you to wake up? You said someone would see through this mystery and become your true master, but... countless years have passed, and still no one has... Alas..."