"Oh my God! All the ten titled Douluo in the Warrior Hall were defeated, and even His Majesty the Pope was chopped away. Who was that white-haired man?!"

The audience was shocked, and countless people looked at Luo Xuanchen floating in the sky with horror on their faces, as if they saw an invincible war god descending from the sky!

Pope Bibidong's powerful strength is obvious to all, and it is enough to dominate the title level. However, now, Bibidong has joined forces with nine major titles to siege Luo Xuanchen alone, but he was swept away and lost in a mess. This kind of strength is really terrible!

"Is this a god?"

Everyone swallowed hard, looking at the white-haired man above the sky in awe and fanatical manner. The ordinary titled Douluo definitely does not have such powerful combat power. Many people believe that Luo Xuanchen may have broken through to the god level, or that he may be infinitely close to the gods, otherwise he would not be so terrible!

After Fang Xuan destroyed the Pope's Palace with one sword, Luo Xuanchen defeated Pope Bibidong and other titled Douluo with another sword. The people in the Wuhun Palace were in panic and were about to fall apart!

Buzz —

An ancient and vicissitudes of bell rang out. At the end of the distance, the most powerful and mysterious worship hall of the Martial Soul Hall, the gate of the vicissitudes of the dust that had been covered with endless years, finally slowly opened!

Under the gaze of countless astonishing eyes, a slender figure walked out, with a well-proportioned figure, a gray robe, simple and unpretentious, with long light gray hair neatly scattered behind her back, her face was elegant and calm, just like a lake.

This is a man in his thirties, with handsome facial features and unparalleled temperament. He always has a faint smile on his lips, looking confident and free and easy. He did not reveal any powerful soul power on his body, but it gave people a feeling of worshipping him.

He stood there, as if he was the only one in this world!

"Great worship! Great worship has come out!"

Looking at the gray-robed men, Ju Douluo, Gui Douluo and other titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall who came out of the worship hall, their faces showed ecstasy and their bodies were trembling with excitement.

Pope Bibidong was slightly stunned, frowned, and a hint of fear appeared in her eyes when she looked at the man in gray. There was no joy or sorrow on her face, and she did not say a word, but was silently repairing her body.

"That's... Qiandaoliu!"

Fang Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, looking at the gray-robed man in front of the worship hall. He could not feel any pressure from the latter, but his body couldn't help but tremble.

This is not only a huge gap in strength, but also essentially... the gap between gods and mortals!

This man in gray robe is the great worshiper of the Wuhun Hall. He is invincible with the ocean, invincible with Tang Chen on land, and is known as the sky, the ninety-nine-level extreme Douluo - Qiandaoliu!

The moment Qian Daoliu appeared, the entire Martial Spirit Hall was boiling, as if he had seen a savior, all of them were fiery and ecstatic.

"Great worship? Is that the great worship of our Martial Spirit Hall?"

"The legendary invincible existence, I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see it today!"

"It is said that the great worship was invincible in the world more than 20 years ago. Now I really don't know what level I have reached. Could it be that a god will be born in our Martial Spirit Hall?!"

The people in the Wuhun Palace were talking, sweeping away the decadent momentum just now, and their morale gradually became stronger, as if they were reborn.

If Pope Bibidong is regarded as the authoritative symbol of the Spirit Hall, then the great worship of Thousand Daoli will be the real pillar of the Spirit Hall, supporting the source of power for the prosperity of the Spirit Hall for a century!

"Buzz~"

With a slight tremor, in Fang Xuan's dantian, the floating six-winged angel suddenly opened his eyes and let out a high and gentle whisper, as if resonating with Qian Daoliu!

“Huh?!”

Qian Daoliu was slightly stunned, feeling the breath of the six-winged angel who was of the same clan as him, and showed a look of surprise. The six-winged angel is the inherited martial soul of their clan. It has the qualification to become a god. It has been passed down from generation to generation through bloodlines. It is logically impossible to be obtained by outsiders.

What's going on?

Feeling confused in his heart, Qian Daoliu raised his head as if he felt something, turned his gaze and glanced at the black-haired boy standing on the ruins of the Pope's Hall!

boom!

At this glance, Fang Xuanru was struck by lightning, her body collapsed, her bones burst, and her whole body seemed to be hit by a wild star. She flew out on the spot and hit a wall three hundred meters away, knocking the wall and buried her body under the ruins.

"Ahem...ahhhh..."

Fighting to get up from the ruins, Fang Xuan was filled with fear and fear. While circulating the Jiuxin Begonia to repair his injuries, he looked at the figure in front of the worship hall with fear: "What a terrible power, I almost killed me with just a glance. This thousand flow of water has long been beyond the mortal world and is infinitely close to the gods!"

"You finally want to give up..."

Above the sky, Luo Xuanchen's white hair was loose, holding a demon knife in his hand, looking at the man in the gray robe below, with an indescribable ecstasy, excitement and... fear on his face!

The blood in his body was boiling, and the violent soul power washed away the limbs and bones like a surging Yangtze River. Luo Xuanchen couldn't help but roar. He had been waiting for this battle for too long.

"Is the successor of Badao..."

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his vicissitudes of ancient wells without waves, and the terrifying scene of the sun and moon rotating, and the stars were destroyed. Strands of terrifying and boundless murderous aura began to leak, and the entire earth broke inch by inch!

"I miss you very much. I wonder how much you have the strength of your grandfather back then."

The gray robe floated up, and Qian Daoliu's body gradually rose into the air, with deep eyes, and a white divine light filled the whole body, sacred, warm and peaceful, making people feel the urge to worship.

"Haha, then you have to come and try it out in person!"

Luo Xuanchen smiled indifferently. Facing the strongest man in the world today, his eyes gradually became sharper, and a blazing flame ignited on the demon sword, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit.

The Badao Clan and the Angel Clan were once two super families in the Spirit Hall, and they jointly took charge of the Spirit Hall. The two major families have had grudges for hundreds of years. They have been aligned with each other and become brothers. They also fought for power, and blood flowed into a river.

It is impossible to explain who is right or who is not clear!

Decades ago, the contemporary clan leader of Badao was defeated by Qiandao Liu. Badao's family was slaughtered and regarded as a rebellion and was expelled from the Martial Soul Hall. Luo Xuanchen was the only survivor of the Badao clan!

The success of the king and the defeat of the enemy is the truth that will last forever!

After more than 20 years of storm and hardships, Luo Xuanchen finally achieved great success. Today, he came to the Martial Soul Hall with a knife. In addition to saving Fang Xuan, he also had to challenge Qian Daoliu to avenge his family's blood feud with the shame!

"During decades of storm journey, I don't know if the domineering sword is dull and rusty, but I still have a hint of domineering spirit back then? Come on, let me see... your knife!"

As Qian Daoliu's eyes opened and closed, a fierce fighting lightning burst out from his eyes, and shot out at Luo Xuanchen opposite him, sounding the horn of the war.

"Just to my wish!"

Luo Xuanchen's mouth raised slightly, his whole body was burning with fighting spirit. He roared wildly, his head was covered with white hair, turning into a war god that dominated the world, piercing through the void, waving the demon sword Hongyu, and storming towards Qiandaoliu!

Boom-

The sky collapses and the earth breaks, and the world turns back!
Chapter completed!