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She used to chase after him, her mind filled with thoughts of family and marriage.

Now that my horizons have broadened, my mind has become simpler. Focusing on cultivation and improving my strength is more important than anything else.

The Spirit Hall has abundant resources, and Ye Longyue and his companions are incredibly strong. Competing with this team is far more meaningful than returning to Xingluo.

Ye Yunxue leaned closer and smiled, "That's great! With you here, our team's agility attacker position is secure."

Zhu Zhuqing smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

Sunlight fell on the training ground, and the young men and women were full of vigor.

This team, composed of elite members directly under the Spirit Hall, has already completed its training and is just waiting for the start of the competition to make a name for itself.

Inside the Papal Palace, Qian Daoliu walked in slowly.

"Bone Moon, do you know where Di Tian is right now?"

Ye Guyue put down the pill formula in her hand and looked up at him.

"Grandpa Qian, what's wrong?"

"I intend to challenge Di Tian."

Ye Guyue paused, somewhat surprised. He thought to himself, "Where did Grandpa Qian get this idea?" Although Qian Daoliu possessed the power of the Angel God and was a level 99 Peerless Douluo, only one step away from godhood.

But Di Tian is different. He is a ferocious beast, possessing the origin of the Dragon God. His strength far surpasses that of ordinary demigods. If they really fight, the difference is not small.

"I had several discussions with him in the Star Dou region before, and I gained some new insights into the fusion of spatial laws and divinity." Qian Daoliu's tone was calm, without a trace of joking. "You can't reach the limit just by discussing the Dao; you have to have a real fight to prove it."

Ye Guyue looked at him and saw that his expression was resolute, not like a momentary impulse.

Qian Daoliu has always been composed, so his willingness to speak must have its own considerations. It's just a friendly exchange, and stopping short of a full discussion might even benefit Qian Daoliu's progress in his divine examination.

“Since Grandpa Qian has made up his mind, I will send him a message now.” Ye Guyue condensed a soul power at her fingertips to send a message, “I will make it clear to him that we will stop short of harming his foundation.”

Qian Daoliu looked towards the sky outside the hall, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

It's rare to encounter an opponent like God, and even if the odds of winning are slim, he still wants to give it a try.

Not long after the message was sent, Di Tian arrived, breaking through the sky.

His black robes fluttered, and his dragon-like might was faintly visible. Upon hearing that Qian Daoliu wanted to spar, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

"Limit Douluo, it's been a long time since I've fought against any of the top human talents."

The two of them simultaneously leaped into the air and stopped a thousand meters above Wuhun City.

The clouds surged and the air clashed, causing the people in the palace below to look up.

Qian Daoliu's six wings slowly unfolded behind him, golden holy light spread out, and the angelic domain instantly expanded.

The holy light dispelled the clouds, and even the air became clear. He didn't hold back and immediately used his domain. Di Tian possessed dark attributes, which the Angel Domain could perfectly counter, making it his greatest reliance.

Di Tian snorted coldly, his body surging with black energy, and his dark domain suddenly expanded.

The golden light and the black mist collided in mid-air, hissing and dissolving into each other, with neither able to gain the upper hand for a moment.

Di Tian thought to himself, "It is truly rare for a human soul master to cultivate the power of light to this level. He is much stronger than those titled Douluo from before."

Qian Daoliu raised his hand and waved, and the Holy Light Judgment of the Angels descended.

A giant golden lightsaber cleaved through the black mist, striking directly at the top of Di Tian's head.

Di Tian neither dodged nor evaded, his right hand forming a claw, a jet-black light blade condensing, the Dragon God Claw colliding head-on with the light sword.

With a deafening roar, the lightsaber shattered, the aftershocks spread out, and the clouds were completely dispersed.

Qian Daoliu swayed, his heart sinking. His most prized offensive move was easily parried by his opponent, who didn't even retreat a step.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Six-Winged Angel True Form!"

Qian Daoliu let out a low shout, his entire body was covered in golden divine armor, his wings were fully spread, and his aura surged several times over.

Angelic light and feathers rained down, each feather carrying purifying power.

Di Tian's figure flickered, the space was activated, and his figure disappeared from the original spot, appearing behind and to the side of Qian Daoliu.

He raised his hand and conjured the Black Dragon Sword. The thousand-foot-long black giant sword, cracked in space, slashed out horizontally.

Qian Daoliu quickly conjured an Angelic Holy Light Shield. The giant sword struck the shield, and the golden light barrier instantly dented, cracks spreading outwards.

Qian Daoliu was sent flying backwards for a hundred meters, his chest heaving with blood and qi.

Spatial abilities are too troublesome. He knows that no matter how strong he is in aerial combat, he can't figure out the opponent's spatial teleportation and will be on the defensive at every turn.

Di Tian's power was far beyond imagination; his pure physical strength actually overwhelmed his divine power.

Di Tian didn't chase after him, remaining suspended in place. He could sense that Qian Daoliu hadn't used his full strength yet, and this sparring match wasn't over yet.

"Ninth Soul Skill!"

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and raised his hands high. Golden light gathered in the sky, and a massive angelic divine power descended, as if a true god had come to earth.

This was his trump card, borrowing a trace of the divine power of the angel god, its power approaching that of a demigod's strike.

The golden beam of light crashed down, purifying all darkness in its path.

Di Tian's eyes narrowed, and he finally became serious.

"The sun and moon shine brightly!"

A black sun and a purple moon appeared behind him, his Yin and Yang dual soul cores erupted with full force, darkness and spatial power merged, and his aura surged.

With its claws clasped together in front of its chest, the Dragon God Claw was unleashed at full power, its dark claw shadow tearing through space as it fiercely grabbed at the golden pillar of light.

Chapter 239 Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun sighed, "Not quite dead yet?"

When two extreme forces collide, there is no loud noise, only silent annihilation.

The pillar of light was forcibly torn apart by the claw shadow, splitting in two and dissipating into the sky.

The aftershocks spread, and Qian Daoliu could no longer hold on. His angelic form disintegrated, golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body plummeted downwards.

Di Tian flashed over, reached out and helped him to the ground.

Upon landing, Qian Daoliu's face was pale, but he showed no sign of dejection.

"I lost," he said softly, but his eyes revealed a clear understanding.

In this battle, he truly grasped the threshold above the god level, and gained new insights into the fusion of spatial laws and divinity. The loss was worthwhile.

Di Tian withdrew his aura and said calmly, "You're not bad. You're the first human to be able to withstand my Dragon God Claw."

He was also a little surprised. He thought Qian Daoliu wouldn't last more than a few moves, but he didn't expect that the opponent's divine power of light was extremely resilient and could be enhanced by divine power, making him much more durable than expected.

Below, Ye Guyue walked slowly over.

"Stop when you've hit the mark."

Qian Daoliu gazed at the horizon.

"Let me think about it for a while longer, and then I'll ask you for your guidance later."

Di Tian raised an eyebrow: "I'm available anytime."

the other side.

Within the Star Luo Empire, the newly built Shrek Academy covers a vast area, and the training grounds are filled with shouts and cheers from the students, showing that it is beginning to take shape.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun stood on the high platform, looking at the training team below, their expressions not exactly relaxed.

The academy is almost fully established, with teachers and students in place. Following Shrek Academy's path, it may well regain its former glory in time.

However, both of them had things weighing on their minds and felt no joy at their accomplishment.

When the news of Tang San's death came, they were stunned for a long time; it would be a lie to say they weren't saddened.

The brothers who came out of Shrek Academy together, from obscurity to fame across the continent, ended up like this, which is truly lamentable.

A more pressing issue is that without Tang San, the path to ascending to the God Realm is essentially cut off.

In the past, when they followed Tang San, they always felt that with the Sea God's inheritance as a safety net, they would be able to ascend together sooner or later and become immortal gods.

Now that the main pillar has collapsed, everything has vanished.

“Fatty,” Dai Mubai spoke first, his voice somewhat deep, “Now we can only pray that one day a god will take notice of us.”

Ma Hongjun twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile bitter. He used to be extremely lazy, always thinking that with his third brother paving the way ahead, he could just follow along. He never thought of venturing out on his own.

Now that their dreams have shattered, they are truly panicked.

“Yes.” He sighed. “Otherwise, in the end, all we can do is grow old, get sick and die, spend a hundred or so years on this continent, and finally turn into a handful of dust.”

Dai Mubai gazed at the distant horizon, his fingertips tightening slightly.

He was the prince of Xingluo, possessing power, status, and wealth, but what a soul master ultimately seeks is immortality.

Stuck at the Title Douluo realm, no matter how glorious one is, one cannot withstand the erosion of time. He once thought that ascension was a sure thing, but now he realizes that it was just because he borrowed the light of others.

A gust of wind swept across the platform, ruffling the robes of the two men. The sounds of training from the students below filled the air with youthful energy, but for the first time, the two men standing at the top felt a profound sense of uncertainty about the future.

"Let's focus on the present first." Dai Mubai withdrew his gaze. "If the academy survives, at least it can pave the way for future generations. As for the God Realm... we'll see how far we can go."

Ma Hongjun nodded and said nothing more. At this point, all they could do was take it one step at a time.

Ma Hongjun said softly, "That's the only way."