Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 391 Bibi Dong's final kick, Qian Renxue becomes a god

More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye. The border defenses of the Heavenly Dou Empire have suffered repeated defeats, and the iron hooves of the Star Luo Empire have trampled countless cities and passes.

Now, we are only two hundred miles away from the capital of Tiandou.

This once fertile land is now reduced to ruins, withered trees, scorched earth, and rotting, stinking corpses that could not be buried in time.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, where the fighting raged.

Bibi Dong is frantically drawing upon the destructive will on the battlefield.

A purplish-black halo that almost blended into the shadows enveloped her, and an invisible suction force permeated the air.

Amidst the negative energies of despair, hatred, and slaughter that permeated the battlefield, the will to destroy was subtly drawn in, ultimately converging into the complex, faintly visible mark between her brows.

After a long while, she exhaled a long, extremely slow breath.

The aura was so cold that it instantly covered the surrounding withered grass with a thin layer of black frost.

"Almost all of them are collected..."

She muttered to herself, a hint of almost fanatical satisfaction flashing in her eyes, "Only 30,000 more destructive wills are needed."

Bibi Dong didn't even need to actively sense it; the seed of destruction within her was already nearly full.

She only needs the last bit of nourishment to break free and give birth to her own source of destruction.

She stood up and looked at the defeated Tian Dou army in the distance, which was retreating hastily. Those figures, disheveled and in disarray, seemed to her like the prelude to the most dazzling fireworks.

Next, she needs a grander, more devastating battle, one with an even stronger sense of destruction.

She will perfectly condense the seeds of her own destruction at the height of countless lives lost, faiths crumbled, and nations overthrown!
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Wuhun City, Worship Hall.

In stark contrast to the outside world, where war rages and people live in fear, this place remains solemn, majestic, and silent.

The towering angel statues were bathed in golden light streaming down from the dome, appearing sacred and majestic.

Qian Daoliu stood quietly beneath the statue, dressed in a plain white robe, his golden eyes fixed on Qian Renxue, who was slowly approaching.

At this moment, Qian Renxue was wearing a magnificent set of golden divine armor, which perfectly outlined her slender yet powerful figure.

Her long, golden hair flowed like sunlight, styled in an elegant updo, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful; the last trace of girlish innocence had been replaced by unwavering resolve and holiness. Pure and fervent angelic power flowed around her, her aura vast and boundless, reaching the pinnacle of mortal existence.

"Xiaoxue, are you ready?"

Qian Daoliu's voice was gentle and deep, echoing in the empty hall.

Qian Renxue walked up to her grandfather, her beautiful face showing an unprecedented solemnity and determination.

She nodded slightly, her golden eyes burning with the flame of conviction: "Grandpa, I'm ready. Let's begin the ninth test!"

Her words were clear and firm, filled with anticipation of inheriting the divine throne and cleansing the world of its filth.

However, what she didn't know was that the ninth test of the Angel God required Qian Daoliu to sacrifice himself.

As Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter's energetic and determined appearance, a complex and indescribable emotion flashed across his eyes.

There was pride, joy, and anticipation in it, but deeper still, there was an unyielding affection and the sorrow of parting.

He raised his hand, seemingly wanting to pat his granddaughter's head as he did when she was a child, but halfway through, he simply brushed away non-existent dust from her divine armor. "Good, good... Xiaoxue, remember, after becoming a god, your divine power is vast, but you must also guard your heart. Although your divine body is immortal, it is not omnipotent. In all things... think carefully and never act impulsively. Also, remember... to take good care of yourself."

Qian Daoliu's voice was inexplicably hoarse yet gentle. He carefully examined Qian Renxue, as if trying to etch her image into the depths of his soul.

Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback, feeling that her grandfather's words today were a bit strange, and that his focus seemed to be completely misplaced.

She is going to inherit the divine position and take on the responsibility of saving the continent, so why is Grandpa worried about these trivial matters?

She couldn't help but smile, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness and confidence: "Grandpa, don't worry! Once I achieve the position of an angel, I will use my divine power to protect all living beings and stop this war that is spreading across the continent. At that time, everything will be alright!"

In her view, as long as she becomes a god, the war between the two great empires can naturally be mediated, and the glory of the Spirit Hall will reach an unprecedented peak because of her.

However, Qian Daoliu slowly shook his head.

"Xiaoxue, it's a good thing that you have kind intentions and want to quell the conflict."

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly.

"But the fate of the Tiandou Empire is now exhausted, and it is only a matter of time before the capital is destroyed. The unification of the continent by Xingluo is a foregone conclusion. Even if you forcibly intervene with the power of a god, you may be able to achieve a temporary balance, but you cannot reverse the will of the people and the general trend of the world."

He paused, his tone becoming exceptionally solemn, even carrying a hint of earnestness: "Xiaoxue, your grandfather has instructed you that you only need to ensure the Spirit Hall's position on the continent and in the world of spirit masters after the Star Luo Empire unifies the continent."

Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather's unprecedentedly solemn expression and nodded earnestly.

Upon receiving his granddaughter's promise, Qian Daoliu revealed a relieved yet incredibly complex smile.

It contains both the relief of fulfilling one's last wish and an endless sense of reluctance.

Next, Qian Daoliu actively drew upon the divine power contained within the angel statue.

"The Ninth Trial: Angelic Inheritance!"

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The Star Luo Empire's army, with its banners waving and swords and spears like a forest, exuded a chilling aura that soared to the heavens.

The endless ranks of soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see. Their armor gleamed, their morale was high, and their eyes were filled with a desire for victory and a passion for military achievements.

In the center, riding a tall horse, sat the Crown Prince, Davis, with a handsome face that carried a hint of gloom and innate majesty.

At that moment, he looked at the familiar mountains in the distance.

That's right, it's the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan's mountain gate that I've visited time and time again before.

Davis's expression turned extremely serious. He took a deep breath and ordered in a deep voice, "Order the vanguard! Put away all weapons and flags, lower the flags and drums, and proceed slowly! Bypass the Blue Lightning Sect's territory without disturbing the sect! Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

"Yes!" The messenger left quickly.

The order was quickly and strictly carried out.

When the well-equipped and menacing elite Soul Master legion of the Star Luo Empire marched to the foot of the majestic mountain range and saw the magnificent buildings of the Blue Lightning Sect faintly visible in the swirling clouds, the entire group involuntarily fell silent.

The soldiers instinctively slowed their pace, while the Soul Masters further suppressed the fluctuations of their Soul Power.

Even without being asked by their superiors, many Soul Masters and soldiers spontaneously bowed slightly towards the direction of the mountain range, performing a simple yet solemn salute.

PS: (_) The next chapter was blocked again. Let's see when the platform will approve it.

(End of this chapter)