Doulou Dalu 85

The sky was ablaze with golden feathers, each one carrying a devastating power far beyond the angelic blade from earlier. Lin Fan's eyes narrowed as he sensed the overwhelming force.

"This isn't good…" he muttered under his breath.

With the combined strength of their enemies, even the formidable double armor of the Purple Night Hades wouldn't hold for long.

Before Bibi Dong could summon the Spider Emperor's clone, Lin Fan stopped her with a calm yet firm voice.

"Don't use it. Let me handle this."

Without hesitation, he controlled the Purple Night Hades, propelling it toward the two six-winged angels hovering above.

The golden feathers descended like a celestial storm, their brilliance blinding. But Lin Fan showed no fear. Raising the purple flaming spear high, he lunged at the six-winged angel's head with precise intent.

A shimmering angelic shield materialized instantly, blocking the attack. However, its once radiant glow was noticeably dimmer than before.

Qian Xunji, sensing Lin Fan's relentless assault, roared in fury.

"You're courting death!"

A divine light erupted from the angel's sword, slashing toward the Purple Night Hades. Simultaneously, another wave of golden feathers surged forward, intent on obliterating everything in their path.

The battle unfolding in the sky was nothing short of spectacular. The disciples from major sects watched in awe, their breaths held in anticipation. In the VIP seats, high-ranking dignitaries and powerful figures leaned forward, their eyes glued to the clash.

It was rare to witness a battle of such magnitude—even among Titled Douluo.

Among them, experienced warriors recognized the sheer destructive power of the golden feathers and the divine light. If the Purple Night Hades were to take the full brunt of these attacks, it would be utterly annihilated.

Just as the divine light struck, something incredible happened.

The massive form of the Purple Night Hades shimmered and became translucent.

"A stroke of genius…" someone in the crowd gasped.

Lin Fan had activated Li Bai's second skill—allowing him to phase through the attack. At the same time, a brilliant sword formation erupted around the six-winged angel.

Six enormous swords materialized in the air, each several times larger than the ones Lin Fan had previously summoned in the tournament ring. They were purely formed from energy, pulsing with raw destructive force.

In his phased state, the Purple Night Hades remained untouchable. The golden feathers and divine light passed through him harmlessly. Then, to everyone's shock, the divine light—meant to obliterate Lin Fan—ended up purifying the golden feathers instead.

"What?! How is this possible?!" Qian Xunji's face twisted in shock and disbelief.

His chest heaved, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The realization hit him like a sledgehammer—his own ultimate skills had been used against him. The dual abilities of his eighth soul ring, unleashed at great personal cost, had been completely neutralized in an instant.

Lin Fan smirked, his eyes filled with mocking amusement.

"Qian Xunji, do you even have a brain? You used up so much energy, and what did you accomplish? Nothing!" Lin Fan's voice rang through the battlefield. "Oh, I remember now… your position as Pope was handed to you by your father, wasn't it? No wonder you're such an embarrassment."

Qian Xunji's face turned deathly pale, his fists trembling in rage.

Lin Fan continued with a taunting grin, "Honestly, you'd be better off raising pigs than leading the Spirit Hall. How about you step down and let my wife take over? I might even spare your miserable life."

Laughter erupted among the crowd. The once-mighty Pope of the Spirit Hall was now being mocked like a fool in front of the entire world.

But Lin Fan wasn't done.

The six ethereal swords hovering in the air struck down, slicing into the six-winged angel's true body. Each impact sent violent tremors through the massive celestial figure, causing its protective shield to flicker and crack.

The audience held their breath. Could the shield withstand such an onslaught?

For seven grueling seconds, the six swords continued their relentless assault. Forty-two devastating slashes later, the once-impenetrable angelic shield finally showed visible fractures.

Lin Fan, seeing his opportunity, commanded the Purple Night Hades forward. With his flaming spear gripped tightly, he aimed directly at Qian Xunji's weakened form.

Qian Xunji coughed up another mouthful of blood. His once-majestic figure was now a pitiful sight. He had one last ace up his sleeve—the final strike of Angel's Divine Light.

Clutching his golden holy sword, he mustered what remained of his strength. His eyes burned with desperation and fury.

"This is my last chance…" he thought.

But Lin Fan wasn't worried. He had been waiting for this moment.

With a smirk, he muttered under his breath, "Super Blood Rage…"

The battle was far from over.

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