Chapter 71

The Spirit Hall is immensely large; merely the Jiaohuang Qin Gong occupies an area of several hundred meters.

In the air, Qianxunji's expression was solemn, his sharp eyes gazing at the thunder in the high sky.

Bang…… bang…… bang……

In the high sky, myriad miles of dark clouds roiled, countless lightning crackled and exploded within.

At the center, a tremendous apocalyptic thunderbolt was gathering and emerging.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder roared, a thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket, carrying apocalyptic might, boomed down toward Qianxunji below.

Where the thunder passed, space emitted a mournful hiss, turning into a patch of darkness; everything beneath the thunder was utterly annihilated.

Holy shit, that's brutal!

Qianxunji watched the apocalyptic thunderbolt boom down from the high sky; his handsome face changed drastically, and he couldn't help blurting out a profanity.

He felt that under a single apocalyptic thunderbolt, even a god, if it came, would surely be severely injured here.

Even the fleshly body of a hundred-level Divine Abode would have to be blasted to death under this apocalyptic thunderbolt.

Ha!

Seeing the apocalyptic thunderbolt boom toward him, Qianxunji bellowed, all nine soul rings on his body fully manifested, and the twelve-winged Fallen Angel martial soul appeared behind his body.

Kill!

Qianxunji gave a cold shout, his body not retreating but advancing, flying toward the thunderbolt shooting down from the high sky.

Second soul skill, Fallen Demon Sword!

As his body shot forward, Qianxunji directly used the soul skill attached to his million-year soul ring, achieving the divine skill of the Fallen Demon Sword.

Instantly, rolling demonic qi gathered, a huge demon sword appeared in Qianxunji's hands, and he slashed it at the boom-down apocalyptic thunderbolt.

In the distance, Qian Daoliu witnessed this scene, gazing at the apocalyptic thunderbolt shooting down from the high sky, the corners of his eyes moist.

As a demigod, he had already seen that this apocalyptic thunderbolt's attack would directly kill even a Divine Abode.

Moreover, it's only Qianxunji at level ninety-seven.

Yes, he saw that Qianxunji's soul power level had already reached 97.

He clearly remembered that a few days ago, when Qianxunji brought Tangyuehua back, his soul power level was only 95.

And after just a day or two, Qianxunji's soul power level jumped two levels straight to 97.

Such a terrifying cultivation speed, he had never even heard of it.

If he continues cultivating like this, Qian Daoliu is absolutely certain that his son Qianxunji will surely break through level one hundred and become a Divine Abode.

Becoming the first in tens of thousands of years on the Douluo Continent to break through level one hundred and become a Divine Abode Soul Master.

But Qian Daoliu couldn't feel happy at the moment, for he knew that under this apocalyptic thunderbolt, even a Divine Abode would undoubtedly die, let alone Qianxunji at only level ninety-seven.

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu's eyes became especially moist.

Just then, Qianxunji gripped a three-zhang huge demon sword and slashed it at the apocalyptic thunderbolt.

Boom!

With a booming crash, the huge demon sword cleaved the apocalyptic thunderbolt; the thunderbolt merely trembled once before shattering the demon sword into nothing.

The next instant, the water-bucket-thick apocalyptic thunderbolt directly slammed into Qianxunji's body.

Boom!

Instantly, Qianxunji's body was struck by the apocalyptic thunderbolt, blasting him into the middle of the secret chamber below.

Boom!

A deafening roar rang out, and the huge secret chamber instantly turned to dust.

At the same time, a thunder shockwave rapidly surged outward.

The next moment, the Jiaohuang Qin Gong within a radius of several hundred meters was instantly reduced to ruins.

Meanwhile, the thunder shockwave continued to surge outward.

A kilometer away, Qian Daoliu watched the thunder shockwave boom toward him; his nine soul rings all over his body instantly appeared, and behind him a beautiful golden six-winged Angel martial soul manifested.

Angel Glory!

Qian Daoliu bellowed, and the huge angel behind him emitted a shockwave that slammed into the incoming thunder shockwave.

Bang!

The huge golden light directly shattered most of the thunder shockwave; the remainder slammed into Qian Daoliu's body.

Bang!

Qianxunji felt as if struck by a hammer weighing hundreds of thousands of catties, his ribs all broken, his body like a severed kite crashing to the ground.

Cough… cough…

Qian Daoliu coughed violently twice, ignoring his own severe injuries, he struggled to rise and shakily stood on the ground.

Because the residual power of the thunder shockwave was so terrifying, he could hardly imagine how dreadful an attack the Qianxunji at the epicenter had endured.

Qian Daoliu anxiously gazed toward the Jiaohuang Qin Gong; everywhere was filled with drifting rubble and smoke, obscuring his view.

Son, don't die! Please, don't die!

Qian Daoliu shouted while trembling, his body slowly walking toward the sleeping palace.

Bang!

But, severely wounded, he collapsed straight to the ground.

Cough cough… cough cough…

Qian Daoliu coughed violently twice, spitting out several mouthfuls of hot blood.

Although he was already severely injured, worried about Qianxunji, he still forced himself, bearing his wounded body, to walk shakily toward the sleeping palace.

Boom… boom…

Just then, the thunder in the high sky gathered again, and a more terrifying thunder was being formed.

Qian Daoliu saw this and knew that Qianxunji was still alive.

But right now, Qianxunji hasn't flown out of the ruins; he must be severely injured, and his injuries are definitely worse than mine.

Gazing at the more terrifying apocalyptic thunder being formed in the high sky, Qian Daoliu despaired,

He knew that under the impending apocalyptic thunder, Qianxunji would certainly die, without any chance.

"Grand Elder!"

Just then, Bibidong flew from afar, directly supported Qian Daoliu, painfully glanced at the ruins in the opposite direction, then looked at Qian Daoliu and said with difficulty:

"Grand… Elder, I'll take you away; otherwise, under this coming apocalyptic thunder, you will surely die."

"Get lost!"

Qian Daoliu waved his big hand, but the severely injured him couldn't shake off Bibidong's tightly gripped hand, and he said coldly:

"Jier is about to die under the apocalyptic thunder; how can I, as his father, leave alone."

"Foolish!"

Bibidong shouted coldly, and said coldly:

"I have never not wanted to resist this apocalyptic thunder together with my master, but that would be futile."

"Although it seems my master will surely die under this apocalyptic thunder."

"But we should hold hope for her, even if it's a sliver of impossible hope, we must not give up."

"So now I will take you away from here; if your master gets even slightly distracted here, it could destroy that sliver of impossible chance to survive."

Qian Daoliu heard this, his eyes moist as he looked at Bibidong, and said:

"How could I not know that staying here would affect Jier, but the coming apocalyptic thunder is even more terrifying; Jier has absolutely no chance of survival, not even a god could."

"So I will go find Jier, even if I am willing to die together with him."

"Slap!"

Suddenly, Bibidong slapped Qian Daoliu across the face, knocking him senseless.

"Foolish, although no one on the continent can survive this apocalyptic thunder, we should have faith in our master."

"I, Bibidong, will not allow anyone to disturb my master in the slightest, even if you are the Grand Elder!"

As her words fell, Bibidong grabbed the severely injured Qian Daoliu with one hand and flew swiftly toward a point five kilometers away.

As she flew away, her gaze fell upon the indistinct ruins, two lines of tears streamed down, and she choked out:

"Master, you must survive; otherwise, after you die, Donger will come keep you company……"

(End of chapter)