Quasidemigod, Demigod, Quasigod

"Mother, lucky that you're here. Otherwise, I'd have been in real danger today." Tang Wulin had already regained his composure. 

The Holy Dragon Douluo En Ci walked over to them. A faint, unusual radiance flashed past his eyes involuntarily upon seeing Yali. 

He could still clearly remember that, when he took the initiative to challenge that legendary figure many years ago, he had once met this person before his eyes. 

She was so attractive back in those years. At this exact moment, she had not changed at all despite so many decades passing. Instead, there was only additional maturity and a graceful bearing. When he thought about himself, he found that was already old beyond recognition. 

"Thank you for your helping hand, Your Excellency the Holy Spirit. At the same time, I would also like to congratulate Your Excellency on your promotion to Limit Douluo," said En Ci from the depths of his heart.