Chapter 107: Angel God

As Zhou Heng observed the Angel Holy Sword, he felt as if the Angel Holy Sword was also observing him.

Within the flames entwining the Holy Sword, figures seemed to appear and cast their gazes toward Chen Ming, and Chen Ming's spirit was uncontrollably pulled into a strange world.

It was a world composed of light, fire, and holiness, within which hundreds of wills and sword intents were hidden.

Figures formed of faith appeared before Chen Ming, brandishing the long swords in their hands, demonstrating to Chen Ming the sword technique and will passed down by the Angel Lineage.

This set of sword techniques was incredibly wild, totaling only nine moves; aside from one move used for defense, the remaining eight were purely lethal strikes.

Its core essence was that nothing is unbreakable, only speed cannot be broken; no matter how many moves or styles you have, I shall break them all with a single sword.

Among them were moves aimed at physical destruction, as well as those aimed at soul power, mental power, and even destruction of the soul.

The nine moves of the sword technique, combined with the holy fire of the Angel Lineage, were enough to erupt with a powerful force that destroyed all evil and blasphemy.

It completely annihilated everything about the enemy, from their body to their soul.

Zhou Heng only watched it once before memorizing the nine moves of the Angel God's sword technique, and what appeared afterward were the derivations and refinements of this sword technique by generations of High Priests.

After all, even if they were all descendants of the Angel God and possessed the same martial soul, every generation of High Priest always had their own path.

And the development of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is omnipotent; whether it be power attack, agility attack, defense, control, or even support, all are possible.

Therefore, the swordsmanship of the successive High Priests was also different.

Some sword techniques were complex and varied, some were simple and clear, some focused on risking one's life, and some focused on controlling movement through stillness.

In this world, Zhou Heng felt as if he were being empowered by countless grandmasters of the sword path; his inner heart continuously welled up with his own feelings and insights regarding swordsmanship. Although he had not truly fought with a sword in hand, a hazy sword intent had already condensed within his heart.

The Angel God created nine moves of sword technique, and these sword intents and techniques of the High Priests, under Zhou Heng's own summary, became another nine moves of sword technique.

In total, there were eighteen paths of the Angel Holy Spirit Sword Technique; every move was the pinnacle of the Douluo World, and every move had been polished by countless people.

When Zhou Heng broke free from that strange world and opened his eyes, Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue were both looking at him in surprise.

Zhou Heng lowered his head and discovered that at some unknown time, the Angel Holy Sword that had originally been floating beside Qian Daoliu had entered his hands, and gentle holy power was continuously pouring out from the Holy Sword, compensating for the deficit caused by his massive loss of blood some time ago.

Feeling the embryonic form of the sword intent belonging to the Angel Lineage on Zhou Heng, Qian Daoliu was silent for a long time, looking at Qian Renxue, then looking at Zhou Heng.

Qian Daoliu warned himself repeatedly in his heart that his son, Qian Xunji, had only fathered one daughter—Qian Renxue—back then, and he did not have a grandson.

Just as Qian Daoliu was looking at Zhou Heng, in the God Realm, inside a pale golden palace, a beautiful woman wearing golden battle armor was being trapped in this palace by a blood-red Asura Divine Power.

Although the woman kept her head lowered, her pure and flawless face could not be hidden, and her long golden hair, though disheveled, still shone with a unique radiance.

If someone from the Douluo Continent could see this woman's face at this moment, they would discover that this woman was exactly the face of the Angel God erected in Wuhun City.

This deity, who had ascended into the God Realm tens of thousands of years ago, was currently revealing a state of utter disarray.

Originally, the Angel God, who had been keeping her head lowered, suddenly sensed something and abruptly raised her head, looking in one direction.

"How could this information be transmitted to me? Shouldn't it have been intercepted by that guy, the Asura God?"

The Angel God felt the information transmitted from the Divine Artifact left in her homeland, and hope rose faintly in her heart.

However, after fully receiving the information, the Angel God realized that this was a little fellow who had accidentally received the swordsmanship inheritance; if not for the mission she had issued in the past, the Angel Holy Sword would not have been able to transmit this little fellow's information over.

When the Angel God had sent the Angel Holy Sword to Douluo Star in the past, she had given the Angel Holy Sword an order: if it encountered a gifted genius, it should transmit the other party's information to her.

Now, the Angel Holy Sword had transmitted the information of a little fellow named Zhou Heng to her; perhaps she could still escape?

The Angel God thought of a method: as long as this little fellow could obtain her God Trial, she could, at the moment the other party obtained the God Trial, reverse-split a strand of Divine Sense to enter the other party's Spirit Sea.

It was just that the Divine Artifact she used to bestow the God Trial had been taken away by the Asura God; she only had a chance to send her Divine Sense down along with the God Trial at the moment she bestowed it.

In the past, it was not as if no one had obtained her God Trial, but those God Trials were too sudden, and she simply had no time to react.

Now, with the reminder from the Angel Holy Sword, this little fellow had already come into contact with the Angel Holy Sword; her descendants would certainly let the other party obtain the God Trial to improve his strength. She only needed to prepare during this time, and she would have a chance to cast her Divine Sense into the lower realm.

On the other side, Qian Daoliu looked at the awakened Zhou Heng and said, "Little Heng, Little Xue, let's go back first. What happened to you two?"

Qian Daoliu grabbed one with each hand, and the Angel Holy Sword floating beside him just trembled casually, carving out a spatial rift.

Qian Daoliu took Zhou Heng and Qian Renxue and, following the spatial rift carved by the Angel Holy Sword, arrived directly at the Offering Hall.

At this very moment, the six Honorary Elders, including Golden Crocodile Douluo, were standing solemnly before the sculpture of the Angel God, each with a cold and murderous expression.

Whether it was the child-like Guangling Douluo or the oldest among the Honorary Elders, Golden Crocodile Douluo, their eyes were all filled with killing intent.

It seemed that as long as Qian Daoliu gave the order, the various Honorary Elders who usually lived in seclusion in the Offering Hall and ignored worldly affairs would kill their way out of the Offering Hall directly, letting the entire Douluo Continent witness what the anger of a Super Douluo was.

Seeing Qian Daoliu walk out from the spatial rift, holding Qian Renxue and the previously traveling Zhou Heng, the killing intent in the eyes of the Honorary Elders converged slightly.

The seemingly most aged Golden Crocodile Douluo put away the ferocious look that had not appeared on his face for decades, put on a kind expression again, walked quickly to the front of Qian Daoliu, squatted down, and touched Qian Renxue's hair.

"Little Xue, didn't you go to the Heaven Dou Empire to go undercover? Why are you back now? Also, what is going on with the aura on your body? Are you injured?"