Chapter 703: The Death of Qian Daoliu

"You..."

Qin Jian and the other two looked up, startled once more.

They saw that Qian Daoliu's head was now completely white, and he had transformed from his middle-aged appearance into an old man with white hair and a face full of wrinkles.

It was as if the breath in his heart had been cut off, and he no longer had the will to maintain his appearance.

"Tang Chen, with me..."

Qian Daoliu's voice was very hoarse.

"We were known as invincible in our generation, we looked down on each other, we never submitted to anyone, and what's more, we both fell in love with you..."

His expression was somewhat painful, yet somewhat relieved.

"He was more persistent than me; I still had my descendants as a source of comfort, but he went All-in, just to find you after becoming a god..."

Qian Daoliu smiled helplessly: "Thinking about it now, we were both too foolish, thinking that if we became gods, we could gain your favor..."

Poseixi touched her forehead, looking very troubled: "That was just an excuse, just a pretext! You both took it seriously?!"

Qin Jian silently interjected: "Actually, you could have just given him a 'nice guy' card, uh... never mind, given the extent of Tang Chen's muscle-headedness, he probably would have genuinely thought you were complimenting him..."

"People who are obsessed with power only see power in the end; when they can't obtain it, they assume it's because their own power is insufficient..."

Qian Daoliu looked at Poseixi: "After so many years of persistence finally shattered, I suddenly don't know what I've been doing..."

"Tang Chen's entire pursuit was for you..."

"And I, originally, was also for you, but slowly, it seems I became shackled in place..."

"Many things are like this, aren't they? Slowly drifting away from one's original intention, yet not necessarily realizing it oneself..."

He sighed: "This is for the best; it makes me recall my original intention, and recall the fervor and confidence of my youth."

"No longer for Xue'er, no longer for the future of the Qian family, and no longer wanting to reclaim the Spirit Hall..."

Hum!

The soul power on Qian Daoliu's body burned intensely, golden flames rising with determination, illuminating the entire world with his Angel Spirit.

"I will fight for myself! Relying on this final strength, I challenge you!"

The Holy Sword pointed directly at Qin Jian.

"Do you dare to accept my challenge? A challenge from a suitor of Poseixi!"

Qian Daoliu's voice echoed thunderously across the heavens and earth, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

This was just too bizarre...

Poseixi turned her head away, unable to bear watching: "These two people are sick in the head... They never once properly asked for my feelings, just fighting each other on their own, and now they are even forcing you to fight..."

Qian Daoliu's face twitched.

"Pfft!"

Bibi Dong burst out laughing again: "This is clearly a decisive battle determining the ownership of the Dalu, so how did it end up developing into a battle between romantic rivals? Qin Jian, does the style of everything change abruptly whenever it encounters you?"

Qin Jian: "..."

"Forget it..."

He waved his hand: "They are also two pitiful people, even if they are a bit foolish."

Hum!

Summoning the Silver Dragon Spear into his hand, Qin Jian's peerless aura at level 98 crashed down.

"Qian Daoliu, our grievances have lasted a long time, from the ambush in the Star Dou Great Forest seven years ago, to the ambush at the Pope Palace two years ago, you have tried to take my life time and time again..."

Qin Jian pointed the tip of his spear directly at the center of Qian Daoliu's brow: "Come! Shall I send you to a dignified death?"

"Hahaha! Good!"

Qian Daoliu laughed loudly, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

The Angel Spirit, burning with life force, lunged at Qin Jian, like a moth knowing it would die but still throwing itself into the flames.

When he realized that Qin Jian's level had reached 98, he knew he was doomed.

Because when Qin Jian was only a Spirit Douluo, he could already force a draw with him and escape repeatedly, so what concept was level 98, only one level lower than him?

"Boom, boom, boom!"

With spear shadows filling the sky and golden light exploding, the two's exchange was brief and intense.

When Qian Daoliu burned his last bit of life force to attack, Qin Jian also needed to use a Fusion of his Seventh and Eighth Soul Skill to fully block it.

"Boom! —"

Blinding golden flames fell in clusters, like the curtain falling on an era, tragic and desperate.

Countless people stared blankly at this scene, unable to calm down for a long time.

Qin Jian held the Silver Dragon Spear, standing silently high in the sky, watching Qian Daoliu's figure gradually being Devoured by the golden flames.

Even though he knew Qian Daoliu was Qian Renxue's grandfather, he still did not hold back at all.

Because he knew that Qian Daoliu himself no longer had the will to live; his conviction had already shattered the moment Poseixi said Qin Jian was her man.

In a person's life, having an obsession can be a good thing, but it can also be a bad thing.

An obsession can make a person, but in the same way, it can also destroy them.

Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen were destroyed by their own obsessions.

They could not accept that the person they had pursued for so long, the one for whom they had exhausted a hundred years of life, would end up falling in love with someone else.

"It's over," Qin Jian murmured.

Poseixi came to his side and asked softly: "Qin Jian, did I... do something wrong?"

"You? What did you do wrong?"

Qin Jian laughed in spite of himself.

Poseixi said with some emotion: "If I hadn't said those words in a fit of anger back then, perhaps I wouldn't have delayed their entire lives."

"Hmm... from that perspective, you are indeed somewhat in the wrong..."

Qin Jian pondered for a moment and said, "However, that was also because they were pestering you relentlessly; besides, you didn't expect those two would be so persistent, truly exhausting their entire lives just to become gods."

"Come to think of it, you are a bit like them. Does one need to have their own obsession to reach Limit Douluo?"

He suddenly shook his head and chuckled: "They exhausted most of their lives for you, and you also exhausted most of yours for that ethereal wait. You pity them, but who is there to pity you?"

Poseixi gently took his arm and sighed softly, "At least I obtained it in the end; in that way, it cannot be considered a waste."

She looked up at Qin Jian's profile and smiled faintly: "As such, even if I were to die now, I would have no regrets."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qin Jian said with dissatisfaction.

"Mm, I won't say it anymore."

Poseixi gently straightened his slightly messy collar for him.

"Qin Jian, this time it was you who saved me."

Bibi Dong finally drifted over slowly, interrupting the intimacy between Qin Jian and Poseixi.

Poseixi turned around.

Only now did she have the chance to properly look at this Female Pope, this woman who declared she would create her own God Position.

Bibi Dong was also looking at her.

She also felt a bit of curiosity toward this person who, as a woman, had reached the pinnacle of Spirit Masters.

"Long admired, Pope."

Poseixi smiled softly, without the slightest hostility: "I often hear Qin Jian speak of you."

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes shifted: "Oh? What does he say about me?"

"He said you are truly remarkable; despite having a God Inheritance, you were willing to take such risks to try and create your own God Position," Poseixi's face held deep admiration and respect: "You did what I never dared to do; you are truly amazing."

"That was also out of necessity..."

Bibi Dong smoothed her hair and glanced at Qin Jian: "Who told me to fall in love with this man? I had no choice but to give up that power which was within easy reach."

Poseixi said with some confusion: "Why does falling in love with him mean giving up the God Inheritance?"

Bibi Dong looked at her, her eyes gradually narrowing...

(End of chapter)