AWB Chapter 424 Tang Chuan Returns? All the Elders Attack Simultaneously!
Chapter 424 Tang Chuan Returns? All the Elders Attack Simultaneously!
Qian Renxue moved first; with a flap of her six wings, she instantly appeared in front of Tang San.
The angelic sword slashed down, its golden light like divine punishment, tearing through the Rakshasa's black mist.
Tang San's pupils contracted, and he raised his Rakshasa Demon Scythe to defend himself.
clang--!
The divine artifacts collided, and the golden holy fire and the eerie green Rakshasa flames exploded simultaneously, instantly cracking the earth.
The vegetation within a radius of several hundred feet outside the city was completely crushed by the energy impact.
Tang San was knocked back more than ten feet by a single sword strike.
His face grew even paler.
Qian Renxue is already a complete angel god.
He was merely the inheritor of the unfinished ninth test of Rakshasa.
If he hadn't possessed the Rakshasa Scythe, that sword strike would have been enough to severely injure him.
Qian Renxue clearly saw this as well.
"You are not a god."
Tang San sneered.
"So what?"
"If I can't kill you, can't I at least hold you back?"
He suddenly raised his hand.
"The Legion of the Dead!"
Black mist churned.
Seventeen undead titled Douluo rushed out simultaneously.
At the very front were the spirits of Tang Xiao and the five elders of the Haotian Sect.
Six gray-black Haotian hammers were raised simultaneously.
A terrifying pressure enveloped Qian Renxue.
Tang Xiao's ghost took a step forward, and the Haotian Hammer crashed down.
Qian Renxue said indifferently:
"Even the sect leader of Haotian Sect will not find peace in death."
"Tang San, you are disgusting."
She raised her left hand, and the angelic light condensed into a large golden hand.
boom!
The golden hand collided with the Haotian Hammer.
Tang Xiao's spirit was repelled.
However, the spirits of the five elders of the Haotian Sect were attacking from five directions simultaneously.
Five Haotian Hammers sealed off the void. At the same time, Bibi Dong's Undead Twin Spider Emperor Martial Soul unfolded, and black and purple spider silk wrapped around Qian Renxue's wings.
The Ghost Douluo spirit crept into the shadows, while the Chrysanthemum Douluo spirit's death petals slashed from all sides.
Ma Hongjun's spirit unfurled gray-green fiery wings, and the flames of the Netherworld Phoenix descended from the sky.
Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tailong, three powerful undead, charged forward head-on.
Seventeen undead spirits attacked simultaneously.
Even Qian Renxue had to stop her pursuit of Tang San.
"Angel Realm".
"Purify the world".
The golden area expanded instantly.
Wherever the holy light passed, the deathly aura of the Rakshasa was quickly purified. The Talon undead, who rushed forward the fastest, was the first to be affected. The deathly aura on their bodies was scorched by the holy fire, emitting a piercing shriek.
Qian Renxue unleashed a sword strike.
A golden sword light swept across.
Talon's spirit was cut in two.
Immediately afterwards, she waved her left hand, and the sacred fire transformed into a golden spear, piercing through the chest of Zhao Wuji's spirit.
Dai Mubai's spirit lunged forward, but Qian Renxue kicked it away.
But the next moment, the severed spirit of Talon miraculously reassembled itself in the black mist.
The wound on Zhao Wuji's chest was also stitched up by Rakshasa's death energy.
Dai Mubai's spirit rose from the ground and charged again.
Qian Renxue's gaze darkened slightly.
"Another one of those undead puppets."
Tang San stood at a distance, his chest injury flaring up again, yet he still sneered.
"What's wrong?"
"Even angels find it troublesome?"
"They are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of pain, and they will not betray you."
"Qian Renxue, can you kill them all?"
Qian Renxue did not answer.
She raised her hand and with a single sword stroke, incinerated all of Chrysanthemum Douluo's Death Flower Blades.
She then turned and struck with her palm, forcing back Bibi Dong's spirit. When she saw Bibi Dong's face, which had no intelligence whatsoever, the golden light in Qian Renxue's eyes clearly flickered.
mother.
Even though she already knew the truth.
She knew that her father, Qianxun, had died at the hands of Bibi Dong.
They knew that their relationship had long been so twisted that it was beyond repair.
But when she saw Bibi Dong being turned into a ghost by Tang San and used as a tool, an uncontrollable rage surged in her heart.
"Tang San".
"You don't even spare the dead."
Tang San said coldly:
"She was originally a successor of the Rakshasa."
"What's wrong with now that they've submitted to the Rakshasa?"
Qian Renxue's eyes turned completely cold as she said:
"What she owes me, only I can settle."
"It's not your place to turn her into a puppet."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Renxue's six wings fully unfolded.
The angel's divine power surged.
"Angelic Divine Skill".
"Holy Judgment".
boom!
A massive golden pillar of judgment descended from the sky, directly engulfing a vast number of undead.
The four undead spirits—Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Tailong, and Qin Ming—were instantly crushed by the golden light.
The grayish-white undead essence, exposed to the holy light, continuously emitted sharp hisses.
Tang San's expression changed.
He immediately activated the Rakshasa altar.
A phantom of a purplish-black altar appeared behind him, forcibly dragging back the shattered undead essence.
Qian Renxue noticed this and her eyes narrowed.
"I see."
"Their true core lies within your altar."
Tang San snorted coldly.
"So what if you know? You can't break it."
Qian Renxue said coldly:
"Then let's give it a try."
Her figure suddenly disappeared.
Tang San's pupils contracted.
The next instant, Qian Renxue appeared above his head.
The Angelic Holy Sword, burning with pure golden divine fire, slashed directly at the illusory image of the Rakshasa Altar behind Tang San.
Tang San's expression changed drastically; he finally panicked for a moment.
The Rakshasa altar is his greatest asset now.
If the altar is destroyed, his undead army will never be able to be resurrected.
"Stop her!"
Tang Xiao's spirit and the spirits of the five elders rushed forward at the same time.
Six Haotian Hammers slammed down on Qian Renxue simultaneously.
The Haotian Hammer is powerful and domineering, especially the Tang Xiao ghost. Although it has no intelligence, under the power of the Rakshasa God, each strike carries extremely strong destructive force.
If Qian Renxue were to forcefully strike the altar, she would inevitably have to withstand the simultaneous attack of six Haotian Hammers.
But she didn't back down.
"roll."
The angelic sword swept across, its golden light slicing through.
The spirits of the five Haotian Sect elders were simultaneously blasted away.
Tang Xiao's undead spirit managed to block a sword strike, but his body was also scorched by the holy light and cracked open.
But their obstruction ultimately bought them half a breath of time.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tang San retreated, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe slashed out a spatial rift, forcibly widening the distance.
Qian Renxue's sword missed its mark, only shattering a corner of the altar's illusory image.
Tang San's face turned pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The altar was damaged, and he suffered the backlash as well, but he quickly laughed again.
"Qian Renxue, you are indeed much stronger than those mortals."
"Unfortunately, you're still too cautious."
"You're afraid of hurting the people in the city."
"You're afraid of destroying the land you just conquered."
"But I am not afraid."
After saying that, Tang San suddenly raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
Above Twilight Cloud City, a sudden burst of purplish-black death energy erupted.
He actually wanted to extend the Rakshasa Domain directly into the city.
Upon seeing this, Qian Renxue's expression changed.
She immediately turned around, unleashing her angelic domain to forcefully block the deathly aura of the Rakshasa.
Tang San seized the opportunity and led the undead army to retreat quickly.
"Thousand-foot Snow".
"Today is just the beginning."
"If you attack the city, I will massacre its inhabitants."
"If you want to unify the continent, I will turn it into a land of death."
"I'll see just how many people you, this angel god, can actually save!"
Qian Renxue's eyes blazed with killing intent as she roared:
"You can't leave."
She flapped her six wings, intending to give chase.
However, Tang San directly detonated a portion of the souls he had just collected.
boom!
The purplish-black vengeful spirits exploded outside Twilight Cloud City, transforming into vast swirling filthy death energy that swept into the city.
Qian Renxue had no choice but to stop, using her angelic holy light to purify the death energy and protect Muyun City.
Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, Tang San tore open a spatial rift in the Rakshasa.
Before leaving, he looked at Qian Renxue with a twisted smile on his face.
See you next time.
"I will show you with your own eyes that your angelic light cannot protect anyone."
The crack closed, and Tang San and the undead army disappeared.
Qian Renxue stood still, her golden wings slowly folding. Thanks to her timely arrival, the people and soldiers of Muyun City were spared from becoming another dead city.
But she felt no joy of victory.
Because she knew that Tang San was still alive.
Moreover, he has found the most disgusting and effective way to play.
I will not engage in a direct confrontation with her.
They kept launching surprise attacks on the rear.
They relentlessly slaughtered cities and devoured souls.
They kept pressuring her to save people, distracting her, and making her stop.
Qian Renxue slowly gripped the Angelic Holy Sword and said in a deep voice:
"Tang San".
"You can't hide for long."
Just then, a faint blue-gold light appeared on the distant horizon.
That's not the death energy of a Rakshasa.
It was not the light of angels, but the breath of life.
Qian Renxue looked up in that direction, her golden eyes narrowing slightly.
"Tang Chuan..."
Half an hour later.
The battlefield outside Tiandou City remained oppressively suffocating.
After Qian Renxue left, the Martial Soul Empire's army did not retreat. Golden Crocodile Douluo personally took charge, and several powerful figures from the Hall of Worship guarded the four directions, completely surrounding Heaven Dou City.
Outside the city, the Martial Soul Empire's army was in full force, with heavy armored legions forming an iron wall, soul master legions hovering in mid-air, and all siege equipment aimed at Heaven Dou City.
Inside the city, the Tian Dou garrison was on high alert.
Although Qian Renxue has temporarily left, no one dares to relax, because everyone knows that Tiandou City is still surrounded by the Martial Soul Empire's army.
More importantly, Dugu Bo, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Yang Wudi, and others had already been suppressed by Qian Renxue with a single palm strike.
Although they did not die, they were all seriously injured.
On the city wall.
Dugu Bo leaned against a broken section of wall, his face pale and blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth.
Ning Fengzhi sat on the makeshift wooden chair, with the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda floating in his palm, but its light was noticeably dimmer than before.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin gripped the Seven Kill Sword, its blade still bearing fine cracks. Bone Douluo Gu Rong's aura was somewhat weak, and the illusory image of the bone dragon behind him appeared and disappeared as if it might vanish at any moment.
Yang Wudi's Soul-Shattering Spear was stuck in the city wall bricks. He held the spear with one hand, his chest heaving violently, and his face was equally pale.
Avalanche stood not far away, his face pale, his gaze sweeping across the distant horizon.
He is waiting.
Waiting for someone who is almost impossible to get back in time.
Tang Chuan.
In Tiandou City today, no one can truly stop Qian Renxue.
If Tang Chuan doesn't come, Tian Dou City will fall sooner or later.
Just then, Dugu Bo suddenly raised his head.
His emerald green pupils suddenly contracted.
"They're here."
Ning Fengzhi was taken aback.
"Who?"
Dugu Bo did not answer.
Because in the next moment, everyone felt that a vast and indescribable life force was approaching at an astonishing speed from the distant horizon.
That aura was different from the sacred majesty of angelic power, and also different from the cold evil of Rakshasa power. It was gentle, profound, and vast, like the ocean, or like the ever-renewing earth.
Immediately, a streak of light, interwoven with cyan and gold, tore through the clouds and stretched across the sky.
The dark clouds above Tiandou City were forcibly parted by that stream of light.
Countless soldiers looked up.
A young man appeared high in the sky, walking through the air.
With his blue hair flying and robes billowing, he held the ancient and heavy Trident of the Sea God in his right hand, and nine spirit rings behind him were faintly visible, each exuding a heart-palpitating pressure.
Especially those golden spirit rings, which seemed like real divine rings floating behind him.
"Tang Chuan!"
A surge of wild joy suddenly erupted in Dugu Bo's eyes.
Ning Fengzhi also forced himself to stand up, and the gloom on his face finally dissipated a little at this moment.
"He's back."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin gripped the Seven Kill Sword tightly, a complex sense of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.
"It's not too late."
Bone Douluo grinned, his voice hoarse:
"Any later, and we old folks really won't be able to hold on."
Yang Wudi looked up at the figure in the air, and his tense body finally relaxed slightly.
"This kid... his aura has gotten stronger again."
The avalanche was so excited that it almost lost its composure.
"Tang Chuan!"
"Tang Chuan is back!"
On the walls of Tiandou City, the morale of countless Tiandou soldiers, which was on the verge of collapse, seemed to be rekindled the moment they saw Tang Chuan appear.
They didn't know whether Tang Chuan could actually stop Qian Renxue.
But they know that, at least for now, they are not alone.
However, the army of the Martial Soul Empire outside the city changed color at this moment.
Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly looked up, his aged face showing an unprecedented solemnity.
"Tang Chuan..."
Of course he recognized Tang Chuan.
This young man was no longer an ordinary Soul Master.
In some ways, he is even more troublesome than Tang San. Tang San has fallen into the Rakshasa realm, and although he is ferocious and strange, he has completely stood on the opposite side of the world.
But Tang Chuan is different; he walks the path of life and the sea god.
He not only possesses formidable combat power, but also has countless people willing to believe in him and follow him.
What alarmed Golden Crocodile Douluo even more was that Tang Chuan's aura was much stronger than before.
That trident...
Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Poseidon's Trident?"
Although he had never seen the real artifact of the sea god, the pressure emanating from the sea and the divine position could not possibly be fake.
Tang Chuan has already pulled out the Trident of Poseidon.
In other words, he is probably only one step away from truly inheriting the position of the Sea God.
Thinking of this, Golden Crocodile Douluo's face darkened completely.
With Qian Renxue absent, if Tang Chuan is allowed to enter Tian Dou City, then the siege of Tian Dou City by the Spirit Empire will completely lose its meaning.
"Stop him!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo shouted sternly.
"We must not let him into the city!"
As soon as the words fell, several powerful figures from the Hall of Offerings simultaneously took to the air. The Azure Phoenix Douluo transformed into a streak of azure light, his Azure Phoenix Martial Soul unfolding behind him. He was the fastest and rushed towards Tang Chuan first.
With a roar, the Lion Douluo unleashed a golden lion phantom, its domineering aura shaking the heavens.
The Light Feather Douluo drew his ice crystal longbow, and a series of cold, gleaming arrows locked onto Tang Chuan.
Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo attacked simultaneously, their Panlong Staff and Jiangmo Staff soaring into the air, carrying overwhelming momentum as they attacked from both sides.
Golden Crocodile Douluo directly released his Martial Soul True Form, and a huge phantom of the Golden Crocodile King appeared behind him, its terrifying golden scales gleaming with a heavy light, and all nine of his Soul Rings lit up at the same time.
Several deities acted simultaneously.
Such a lineup would be enough to terrify any sect on the entire continent. (End of Chapter)