Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 116 Qian Daoliu VS Xue Di
For the sake of the world we dream of, some principles can be set aside, some concerns can be abandoned, and some sacrifices are inevitable.

Qian Daoliu slowly raised his hand, and holy and fiery angelic soul power began to gather in his palm. It was out of place in this extremely cold world, yet it carried a resolute meaning, as if it wanted to purify everything.

His gaze toward the Snow Emperor was no longer wavering, but unwavering as a rock.

"Your Excellency Snow Emperor, right and wrong are matters of different perspectives, so there's no need for further discussion."

His voice was powerful yet calm.

"Today, there is only one option—to fight!"

For the sake of the Hall of Rebirth, for the future of the deceased, and also for... the flame of faith in his heart that had long since vanished along with the Spirit Hall, yet which he longed to rekindle.

The moment Qian Daoliu finished speaking, the battle erupted in the most direct and violent way.

No temptation, no hesitation.

Facing an existence like the Snow Emperor, holding back would be disrespectful to both sides and would only lead to self-destruction.

"Om-!"

Qian Daoliu's body shone with golden light, and his vast and boundless soul power surged out like a golden ocean, making him look like a sun descending on an ice field.

Behind him, six enormous wings, composed of pure light and divine energy, unfurled with a thunderous roar. Each feather radiated golden divine light, sacred, majestic, and inviolable.

The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul has officially manifested.

At the same time, the remaining fifteen black-robed Title Douluos also lifted their cloaks, revealing their faces.

One after another, phantoms of martial spirits of various shapes soared into the sky, with colorful spirit rings shining and pulsating beneath their feet. The scene of more than a hundred spirit rings appearing at the same time painted half the sky with a bizarre and colorful light, echoing Qian Daoliu's movements.

Instead of joining the battle immediately, they tacitly dispersed, occupying advantageous positions around the snow-capped peak. Powerful auras intertwined to form an invisible net, firmly locking onto the Snow Emperor in the center of the battlefield.

They were not only supporting Qian Daoliu to prevent Xue Di from escaping, but also using their oppressive aura to continuously assault and disrupt Xue Di's mind, attempting to tear a tiny crack in the perfect battle rhythm of this Lord of the Far North.

However, Xue Di seemed oblivious to this.

In her eyes, there was only Qian Daoliu as her sole opponent at this moment.

"Emperor Han Tian·Xue Wu Yao Yang!"

Xue Di's clear, cold voice seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and she lightly touched the ice with her jade foot.

Without any grand fanfare, the rules of the world were instantly rewritten on the entire snow-capped peak, and even in the surrounding dozens of miles of sky and land.

Centered on her, the endless snow and ice no longer fall naturally, but transform into raging, living spirits.

The howling wind transformed into a visible pale blue storm of ice blades, each snowflake heavy as iron and sharp as a knife, spinning and cutting wildly.

The sky was completely dark, with only the stark white of the snow and the eerie blue of the ice blades as the dominant colors in this area.

The temperature plummeted at an irrational speed, and the extreme ice element permeating the air became so concentrated that it seemed to freeze time and space together.

This is the Snow Emperor's domain, where snow dances and the sun shines.

Within this domain, she is the absolute ruler. The enemy's speed, perception, and soul power circulation will be greatly suppressed, and every attack she makes will be enhanced by the entire domain.

"Sacred Realm - Angels Descend!"

How could Qian Daoliu sit idly by and watch himself be suppressed? He also let out a majestic shout.

Golden light expanded rapidly from him like mercury spilling onto the ground, colliding fiercely with the sweeping ice and snow domain.

"boom--!!!"

An invisible collision erupted at the boundary where the two realms met. There was no tangible sound, yet a soul-shaking impact swept across all directions.

Golden holy light and blue ice shards intertwined, annihilated, and eroded each other wildly.

The sky seemed to be torn apart, one half a sacred golden heaven, the other a desolate icy hell.

Within the sacred realm, hymns resounded, filled with purifying and warming power, constantly dissolving the invading extreme chill and providing Qian Daoliu with a continuous source of power and soul energy restoration.

This is a direct confrontation between attributes and domains.

Extreme cold and extreme holiness, two different forces, are engaged in the most brutal tug-of-war at the far north.

While the two were locked in a battle of territories, their attacks were also launched.

The Snow Emperor pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air.

A deep blue light burst forth from her fingertips, instantly condensing into a longsword about four feet long, its entire body resembling a piece of ancient ice carved over millennia.

The sword was crystal clear, with countless ice-elemental runes flowing inside. At the edge of the sword, the space itself showed subtle traces of being frozen and then quietly shattering.

A sharp sword intent, capable of severing everything, soared into the sky and locked onto Qian Daoliu.

Emperor Sword·Bingji Wushuang!

As soon as the sword was drawn, the raging wind and snow seemed to quiet down for a moment, as if paying homage to the manifestation of the rule of ice.

"Good sword."

A brilliant light flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes. Even though they were enemies, he couldn't help but applaud the purity and perfection contained in this sword strike.

The refinement of his sword intent and the sharpness of his sword technique were comparable only to those of Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who dedicated his life to the sword ten thousand years ago, throughout his long life.

No, perhaps in terms of "purity," the Snow Emperor's sword, which originates from the very source of heaven and earth and is perfectly in harmony with itself, surpasses even that.

Faced with this attack that could threaten his life, Qian Daoliu dared not be negligent in the slightest.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Angelic True Form!"

He let out a chant that seemed to come from heaven, and his entire body suddenly expanded, transforming into a six-winged angel tens of meters tall, composed entirely of pure divine energy.

Golden armor covered his entire body, his face was blurred yet majestic, and he held a huge lightsaber that was also formed from divine power.

A surging, sacred aura spread like a tsunami, temporarily pushing back the encroaching ice and snow.

Transforming into his true angelic form, Qian Daoliu's aura reached its peak.

He gripped the enormous angelic holy sword with both hands, and facing the Snow Emperor's seemingly small but powerful imperial sword, he slashed down fiercely.

"Holy Sword - Judgment!"

There are no fancy techniques; this is a head-on collision of strength against strength, rules against rules.

"Clang—!!!!!"

The Emperor's Sword and the Angel's Holy Sword finally clashed.

An indescribable roar, a mixture of metallic clang and energy explosion, instantly reverberated throughout the entire far north core.

The sound waves that form the sound spread in a circular pattern, and wherever they pass, the ice and snow that have accumulated on the snow-capped peaks for thousands of years are lifted up and thrown into the air, like a white tsunami.

(End of this chapter)