The sound wasn't loud, yet it possessed an eerie and imnsely penetrating force. Even Bear Lord, who had fled a considerable distance, could hear these seven words with perfect clarity. His massive bear body rolled across the ground several tis, crashing into a row of trees like a bowling ball. The Myriad tried to escape, tried to resist, but he tragically realized that all he could do now was think. His innate body and soul power had been completely frozen, as rigid as lead stone. He couldn't even so much as shake a branch.
A surge of sword light erged, appearing soft yet slicing into the Myriad King's massive body. Although the beam of light was a re fraction of the Myriad King's size, the mont it touched him, more than half of his enormous form instantly evaporated, delivering a devastating blow to his essence.
The Myriad King's once-resilient body was treated as if it were nothing, and his mighty vitality couldn't sustain regeneration. Everything about him gradually disintegrated under the sword light.
When the sword light dissipated, only about a third of the Myriad King's colossal body remained, devoid of any trace of life. The once indestructible branches now appeared as if they had undergone millions of years of erosion, becoming brittle beyond asure. Without external interference, they began to collapse under their weight, crumbling into dust.
A deep crimson soul ring appeared—Douluo Plane's confirmation of the Myriad King's demise.
At that mont, Chen Ming's spiritual power was drained by seventy percent, and his soul power and life force were depleted by ninety percent in an instant. After confirming the Myriad King's death and seeing Bear Lord flee in disgrace, Chen Ming lost the ability to sustain the flying soul skill granted by the Blue Silver Emperor's leg bone. Like a lifeless stone, he plumted toward the ground.
Even though Ah Yin did her utmost, rapidly returning the power she had absorbed from Chen Ming over ti, he still struggled to summon any soul skills.
However, just as Golden Crocodile Douluo prepared to catch the falling Chen Ming, a gentle green light surged from the void and directly infused Chen Ming's falling body. His nearly exhausted state was instantly healed to about seventy percent.
Before Chen Ming could comprehend the nature or origin of this gentle green light, a spatial rift suddenly appeared above him, and two massive hamrs flew out, smashing into him.
As Chen Ming's body collided with the hamrs, a stream of purple energy erupted from within them, engulfing both Chen Ming and the hamrs before gradually dissipating.
Just before disappearing completely, the purple energy seed to recall sothing, splitting off a strand that flew toward the Myriad King's remains. It devoured the Myriad King's soul ring and the soul bone hidden within the remains before vanishing entirely.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, still in shock and confusion, questioned whether he had just witnessed sothing real or had fallen under the influence of a ntal soul skill. Was he even in reality?
At that mont, a golden light slashed out from the void. The Angelic Sacred Sword erged, carrying Qian Daoliu as he stepped out of the spatial rift.
Sensing the lingering terrifying power, Qian Daoliu's expression turned grave. His soul power surged to its peak, and the aura of his demigod-level strength was fully unleashed. Within the Star Dou Forest, countless soul beasts cowered under the oppressive force of his angered divine power, recalling the fear imposed by the Angel God and the High Priests of generations past.
Although Bear Lord had fled a short distance, the traces he left behind were far too obvious. Unable to locate his true enemy, Qian Daoliu spread the three pairs of wings on his back and shot toward Bear Lord like a streak of light. With one swing of his sword, he struck the terror-stricken Bear Lord.
The Angelic Sacred Sword, left behind by the Angel God, could cut through almost any material in the Douluo World. Even Bear Lord's body, as tough as the ultimate gold, was as fragile as paper before the Angelic Sacred Sword.
In an instant, Bear Lord suffered a wound several ters long. The searing soul power corroded and burned the wound, preventing even a single drop of blood from flowing. The massive bear let out a pained roar.
He shouted Di Tian's na in desperation as he fled toward the Land of Great Peril, showing no intention of fighting Qian Daoliu. While Bear Lord dared to face a Rank 99 Ultimate Douluo, he didn't dare believe his mortal flesh could withstand the divine weapon once wielded by the Angel God. A High Priest with a divine weapon and one without were completely different entities.
A giant black dragon tore through the space, appearing before Qian Daoliu could land another strike on Bear Lord. The dragon's front claws radiated a nine-colored light, emanating the power of a divine domain.
Di Tian initially sought to negotiate, unwilling to engage the Angel God's High Priest—especially one wielding the Angelic Sacred Sword. However, Qian Daoliu, consud by rage, gave Di Tian no chance to explain. Since Di Tian stood in his way, Qian Daoliu swung his sword at him.
The divine power stored within the Angelic Sacred Sword erupted. Even without the Angel God's divine consciousness, it posed a significant threat to Di Tian, forcing him to abandon negotiation and fully unleash his Dragon God Claw to resist the Angelic Sacred Sword.
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anwhile, in the purple world, two figures—one purple and one green—appeared before Chen Ming.
The two figures radiated completely different divine powers. Strangely, when their forces collided, they didn't cancel each other out. Instead, they began to rge and transform. Though their attributes were opposites, surpassing even the conflict between water and fire or light and darkness, they sohow achieved perfect harmony.
To Chen Ming's eyes, these figures weren't human. One resembled a dark purple droplet of water, while the other was a massive green ancient tree.
rely gazing at these figures flooded Chen Ming's mind with unprecedented knowledge. The sheer magnitude of information and comprehension of the essence of existence caused Chen Ming to experience ntal pain for the first ti. No matter how much he tried to resist or avoid understanding, the seemingly infinite stream of knowledge poured into his consciousness.
These were manifestations of the universe's primordial essence—conceptual embodints of destruction and life. Together, they held within them the hidden power of creation, their re presence pointing to the mysteries of the universe's origin.
Sensing Chen Ming's intrinsic understanding of their essence, the Gods of Destruction and Life exchanged glances, noticing sothing unusually extraordinary about him.
Their divine powers surged, but their auras gradually diminished. In Chen Ming's eyes, the dark purple droplet and the massive green tree transford into two humanoid figures—one purple and one green. As they changed forms, the uncontrollable torrent of knowledge also ceased.
Chen Ming clutched his head, gasping for breath. It took him two to three minutes to regain his ability to think clearly.
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