Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

"Chen'er, have you gone mad?!"

Bibi Dong grabbed Su Chen's shoulder and anxiously transmitted her voice: "Qian Daoliu is a level 99 Limit Douluo! He's the father of that beast Qian Xunji! If he senses that your martial soul poses a threat to his granddaughter Qian Renxue's status, he will definitely kill you without hesitation! You can't go!"

Feeling Bibi Dong's slightly trembling hands gripping his shoulders, Su Chen felt a strange warmth rise in his heart.

This tragic villain, driven mad in the original story, is now risking his life to protect himself.

"Teacher, believe me."

Su Chen patted Bibi Dong's hand and gave her a confident and composed look.

"My sword has never feared any so-called 'gods'."

"If Qian Daoliu was just testing the waters, that would be one thing."

"If he truly dares to harbor murderous intent..." Su Chen's lips curled into a cruel sneer, "I guarantee that after today, there will be no more angel statues in Martial Soul City!"

Madness!

Extremely arrogant!

A level 13 Soul Master actually boasted that he would make sure the Douluo Hall, guarded by a level 99 Limit Douluo, would be without any more divine statues?!

If it were anyone else, Bibi Dong would definitely think he was crazy.

But looking into Su Chen's deep, unfathomable eyes, and recalling his invincible posture of burning everything when he drew his sword, Bibi Dong felt an absurd sense of trust.

She took a deep breath, slowly released her grip, and her eyes sharpened as she stared intently at Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Alright. I'll accompany Chen'er to the Douluo Palace!"

"Golden Crocodile, you lead the way! If Qian Daoliu dares to harm a single hair on Chen'er's head, I will fight to the death today and raze your Hall of Worship to the ground!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo felt a chill run down his spine at Bibi Dong's crazed gaze. He snorted coldly and turned to fly towards the Douluo Palace.

……

Douluo Palace.

The most sacred hall of the Spirit Hall was now tightly closed.

Inside the hall, Qian Daoliu stood quietly beneath the hundred-meter-tall six-winged angel statue, his hands behind his back.

His golden eyes gleamed with an extremely complex light.

"High Priest, His Holiness the Pope and His Holy Son Su Chen have arrived." The respectful voice of Golden Crocodile Douluo rang out from outside the hall.

"Let Su Chen in alone. Bibi Dong, wait outside the hall." Qian Daoliu's voice was calm and authoritative.

Outside the hall, Bibi Dong was about to lash out when Su Chen gave her a reassuring look, then pushed open the heavy golden door and stepped inside.

"Boom!"

As Su Chen stepped inside, the door slammed shut instantly.

Only an old man and a young boy remained in the entire hall.

Qian Daoliu slowly turned around, his golden eyes, which seemed to see through all the illusions of the world, fixed intently on Su Chen.

"You are Su Chen?"

Qian Daoliu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible sacred majesty.

As his words fell, a terrifying pressure, ten or even a hundred times stronger than that of the previous Golden Crocodile Douluo, crashed down on Su Chen like a hundred thousand mountains!

Level 99 Limit Douluo!

A divine aura at the demigod level!

This oppressive force would be so overwhelming that even an ordinary Title Douluo would be forced to kneel and beg for mercy in an instant, let alone a level 13 Soul Master!

What Qian Daoliu wanted was to use this most direct and brutal method to completely destroy the boy's psychological defenses and force out the deepest secret of his martial soul!

"Kneel down! Before the glory of the angels, repent of your heresy!" Qian Daoliu shouted sternly.

however.

Under the oppressive power of this demigod, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Su Chen remained standing quietly in place, his back ramrod straight, like an unyielding, peerless sword.

[Absolute Calm] Passively and frantically operates, completely blocking all mental pressure that attempts to invade his brain.

However, the physical pressure is very real.

"Click...click..."

The hard diamond floor beneath Su Chen's feet began to crack inch by inch. His bones groaned in pain as they could no longer bear the weight.

But there was no sign of pain on his face.

What remained was only an increasingly intense and frenzied mockery and disdain!

"repent?"

"heresy?"

Su Chen lowered his head and suddenly let out a low laugh.

"Qian Daoliu, have you been in this dilapidated hall for too long? Has your brain rusted?"

"Your so-called angelic god, in my eyes..."

Su Chen suddenly raised his head, and his originally dark eyes were now faintly burning with dark red flames!

His right hand rested once again on the rusty hilt of the shallow-handled sword at his waist.

"He's just a birdman with bird wings... nothing more!"

"Clang—!!!"

As Su Chen's rebellious and almost blasphemous words fell.

The rusty iron sword, which had been in a semi-sealed state, was finally completely enraged!

"Boom!!!"

An extremely violent and intensely hot spiritual pressure, carrying the terrifying power to incinerate all things in the world, roared out from Asauchi's sword blade like an ancient fire dragon that had been dormant for billions of years!

It only lasted for a moment.

Qian Daoliu's demigod-like aura, powerful enough to suppress a titled Douluo, was instantly torn to shreds by this terrifying sword intent, like a fragile piece of paper!

The air inside the entire Douluo Hall was instantly sucked out!

The temperature is skyrocketing at an alarming rate!

The six-winged angel statue, which originally radiated holy golden light, actually emitted a "sizzling" sound in the face of this terrifying high temperature and destructive sword intent, and the holy golden light on its surface actually began to show signs of melting!

"What...what kind of power is this?!"

Qian Daoliu's usually placid face finally revealed an expression of extreme horror and terror.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the rusty iron sword in Su Chen's hand. His golden eyes reflected the most terrifying and unbelievable scene he had ever seen in his life!

......

Douluo Palace.

This sacred hall, which symbolizes the highest faith of the Spirit Hall and buries generations of Douluo-level powerhouses, is currently in an extremely eerie and terrifying state of deathly silence.

The hundred-meter-tall six-winged angel statue originally radiated a compassionate and sacred golden light, which was the majesty of a deity and a totem worshipped by countless soul masters throughout the Douluo Continent.

However, this statue, made of pure gold and immortal for thousands of years, is now... melting!

Yes, it melted!

Starting from the compassionate face of the statue, drops of golden liquid slid down like tears, dripping onto the polished marble floor with a chilling hissing sound, instantly scorching the hard stone slabs and leaving deep, charred pits.

The source of all this was simply the six-year-old child standing in the center of the hall, holding a rusty iron sword!

Qian Daoliu, the peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall who was hailed as invincible in the sky and only half a step away from godhood, was staring intently at the shallow strike in Su Chen's hand.

His once calm and serene golden eyes were now filled with extreme horror, disbelief, and even a trace of... trembling from the depths of his soul!

"What... what kind of flame is this?!"

Qian Daoliu's lips trembled slightly.