Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

She couldn't hear what they were saying, nor should she.

She was just a maid and shouldn't concern herself with the affairs of the Martial Soul Empire.

She lowered her head, looking at her toes, a vague unease welling up inside her.

Inside the hall, a purple light suddenly surged from Ling Feng's arms, illuminating the entire hall.

The token of the God of Destruction was glowing, the light growing brighter and brighter, like a harbinger of an impending volcanic eruption.

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

Golden Crocodile Douluo straightened up from the pillar, Thousand Pound Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo stopped talking, Azure Phoenix Douluo lowered his hands from behind his back, Lion Douluo opened his eyes, and the light crossbow bolt in Light Feather Douluo's hand started spinning again.

All eyes were on Ling Feng, and on the glowing token.

Purple light surged from the token, condensing into a phantom image in the center of the hall.

The God of Destruction, with long purple hair and purple eyes, is surrounded by an aura of destruction.

His figure was more solid than ever before, as if a real person had descended to earth.

He looked at Qian Daoliu, at Golden Crocodile Douluo, and at everyone in the Hall of Worship, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Qian Daoliu,” the God of Destruction’s voice was deep and resonant, like an eternal thunderclap, “I have something to tell you.”

Regarding the angel god Qian Yuhan, and the god of asura.

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted slightly.

Qian Yuhan, the first Angel God, the source of the Spirit Hall's faith, and the ancestor of the Qian family.

Her name was known to everyone in the Spirit Hall, but the cause of her death remained a mystery.

Some say she failed to break through to the God King realm and her soul was scattered.

Some say she was assassinated by her enemies and perished in the realm of gods.

Some say she voluntarily gave up her divine position and was reincarnated.

Qian Daoliu pondered this his entire life, but never understood it.

How did Qian Yuhan die?

The voice of the God of Destruction was calm, as if stating a fact.

"It's not a failed breakthrough, not a plot by an enemy, not a reincarnation."

"It was the Asura God who killed her."

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Azure Phoenix Douluo closed his eyes, while Lion Douluo sat cross-legged on the ground, motionless, though his fingers trembled slightly.

The Light Feather Douluo stood in the corner, the light crossbow bolt in his hand stopped spinning, and his face was expressionless.

Qian Daoliu stood up, his white hair as white as snow, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

"why?"

The God of Destruction looked at him.

"Because Qian Yuhan's authority to judge overlaps with the Asura God's authority to kill."

The Asura God wanted to recruit her, to make her submit to him, and to share the power of judgment.

Qian Yuhan refused.

She wants to walk her own path, to break through the God King's barrier, and to shatter the rules of the divine realm.

On the surface, the Asura God did not obstruct her, but at the crucial moment of her breakthrough, he severed her divine will.

Her soul vanished in the realm of gods, leaving not even a last word.

Her divine status remains, but her consciousness is gone.

That divine position will gradually become vacant over time until it is replaced by a new god.

He looked at Qian Renxue, a complex light flashing in his purple eyes.

"The new God is her."

The angel has chosen your granddaughter, Qian Daoliu.

It wasn't because of her talent, nor because of her bloodline, but because, like Qian Yuhan, she refused to accept her fate.

Qian Daoliu's body trembled slightly.

He recalled many years ago.

"The future of the Spirit Hall is in your hands," Qian Yuhan said softly.

He dared not speak.

Qian Yuhan looked at him and smiled. "Don't be afraid."

I won't misjudge people.

Later, Qian Yuhan perished.

Having lost the protection of the gods, the Spirit Hall can only survive in the cracks by relying on its own strength.

Qian Daoliu dedicated his entire life to developing the Spirit Hall from a small spirit master organization into the strongest force on the continent.

Chapter 243 The Destruction of the Killing City

"Asura God".

Qian Daoliu's voice was very low, as if it were squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"He killed the patriarch."

The God of Destruction looked at him. "Do you want revenge?"

Qian Daoliu looked at him. "I want to."

The God of Destruction nodded. "Alright."

I'm giving you this opportunity.

He raised his right hand, and six purple lights appeared in his palm.

That light contained the primal power of destruction, a power at the level of a god-king.

"I can elevate you to godhood and make you my divine servants."

You do not need to submit to me, you only need to accept my power.

This power is meant to kill the Asura God.

He looked at Qian Daoliu. "Are you willing?"

Qian Daoliu stared at the six purple lights and remained silent for a long time.

His hands were trembling slightly.

He thought of Qian Yuhan, of the silver-haired, golden-eyed woman, and of the golden light that streaked across the divine realm when she perished.

He thought for a long time, so long that the candlelight in the hall flickered several times.

"I refuse." Qian Daoliu's voice was calm. "My power was given to me by the Spirit Hall."

My life was saved by Qian Yuhan.

"I don't need the power of a god to kill the Asura God."

The God of Destruction looked at him. "You can't kill him."

He is a god-king, and you are a mortal.

You couldn't even kill Tang Hao, let alone the God of Asura.

Tang Hao was only level 96 back then, and he escaped from your Spirit Hall time and time again.

Now he has inherited Tang Chen's City of Slaughter and the divine power of the God of Asura, and his cultivation has broken through level 100.

What will you use to kill him?

Qian Daoliu fell silent.

Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke up. "I am willing."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing, "I have lived for over a hundred years and have never asked anyone for anything."

But I beg you, give me strength.

"I will personally kill the God of Asura to avenge Qian Yuhan."

Qianjun Douluo also spoke up. "I am willing as well."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo didn't speak, but simply stepped forward.

Azure Phoenix Douluo stood with his hands behind his back. "I am willing."

The Lion Douluo sat cross-legged on the ground and opened his eyes. "I am willing."

The Light Feather Douluo stood in the corner, the light crossbow in his hand beginning to spin again. "I am willing."

Qian Daoliu looked at them, at these old brothers who had followed him for decades.

Some of them are young, some are old, some are silent, and some are taciturn, but they all have one thing in common: they refuse to accept their fate.

Qian Daoliu recalled Qian Yuhan's words, "The future of the Spirit Hall is in your hands."

He led the Spirit Hall to where it is today, nurturing geniuses like Ling Feng, Qian Renxue, and Jin Chen.

He cannot fall here, he cannot bow down before the Asura God.

"I am willing too." Qian Daoliu's voice was soft, but firm.

The God of Destruction nodded.

Six purple rays of light flew out from the palms and entered the bodies of the six worshippers.