Chapter 472: Domineering Defeat of the Goddess, Qian Renxue Cried??_1

"Boom!"

Qian Renxue's delicate body was covered in radiant Angelic Armament as she summoned her Martial Soul True Body, fully activating the Angel Domain.

Raising the Holy Sword that burned fiercely with golden flames, she slashed towards Luo Yu head-on.

"Roar!"

Luo Yu's eyes narrowed sharply as six distinctly different earth-shaking dragon roars emanated from within his body simultaneously.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The six colorful golden Soul Rings surrounding him began to pulsate rapidly.

An astonishing transformation occurred.

His arms, torso, legs, and wings shimmered with light, radiating an overwhelming presence as if phantoms of Dragon Kings were coursing through them.

Luo Yu's aura continued to rise, his entire body exuding a torrent of qi and blood.

The elemental energies representing the Six Great Dragon Kings also converged from all directions.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

First, red and blue armor adorned with burning flames and spreading frost appeared on his arms.

Then, his legs became encased in black and white armor where the forces of light and darkness surged.

His torso shimmered with a robust brown glow as the armor enveloped it.

The transformation was still ongoing.

The armor, brilliant as if forged from divine light, seemed to melt like liquid and fused together.

With a boom!

A blinding light burst forth, fully cloaking the wilderness in a spectrum of colors.

Qian Renxue witnessed this scene with her own eyes.

Surprise inevitably flickered through her cold purple pupils, but her sword strike had already been unleashed, and there was no turning back.

She charged forth, mercilessly cutting down towards that dazzling array of colors.

The sacred golden flames incinerated the air, creating a sizzling sound, as the terrifying fluctuation swept across the land.

Confidence flashed in Qian Renxue's purple eyes with her current cultivation level, coupled with the enhancement of the Angelic God Attire.

This sword strike could cleave even a Titled Douluo in two if they dared to intercept it.

Luo Yu could only dodge; he would never dare to confront it head-on.

The Holy Sword plunged into the colorful luminance where Luo Yu stood.

"Clang!"

For a moment, the sound of gold striking iron echoed through the wasteland.

The reverberations spread, crystal clear, lingering for a long time.

"How can this be?"

Qian Renxue's gaze trembled as she stared intently at the Holy Sword, her voice filled with astonishment.

"How can it be like this?"

The release of the strongest soul ring, the drive of the Angel God Attire, the boost of the Angel Domain.

How could that fearsome sword strike have been blocked outright?

"Impossible!"

Qian Renxue's purple pupils contracted as she exerted force once more, with the Divine Armament bursting forth with divine radiance and her Soul Power operating to its limits.

However, the Holy Sword remained immovable as if it were firmly locked in place, unable to advance even an inch.

"This..."

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes stared fixedly into the colorful glow, trying to discern what exactly was happening.

"Having fun?"

A magnetic, hoarse male voice rang out.

All the colorful radiance drew inward, finally revealing the man's figure.

With one arm raised, he was actually grasping the burning blade of the Holy Sword with his palm.

The six-colored golden Divine Armament covered his body, each inch of the armor seemed to be scorched by flames or gathered with frost, constantly shifting between six elemental attributes.

A pair of dragon wings on his back were circled by powerful whirlwinds.

His black hair flowed freely, his starry eyes sparkled brilliantly, and his face was handsome.

A mischievously confident smile played at the corner of his mouth.

The qi and blood emitted unintentionally were explosively powerful, giving off a suffocating sensation.

Qian Renxue stared intently at Luo Yu, her eyes full of shock that she could no longer conceal at this moment.

"You... you actually have Divine Armament too?"

"How is this possible!"

Luo Yu slowly shook his head, denying:

"No, this is not Divine Armament."

Qian Renxue bit her red lip tightly.

"Impossible, such a powerful surge, how can it not be Divine Armament."

The corners of Luo Yu's mouth lifted.

"It's not Divine Armament, it's better than Divine Armament."

Qian Renxue shook her head repeatedly as if her confidence had been struck.

"I don't believe it!"

"Boom!"

She raised her sword and struck again.

Luo Yu stood still on the spot, motionless, not even glancing at the descending attack.

Instead, he looked down at his palm.

His palm clenched twice, feeling the terrifying force within it, and he sighed softly.

"In this state, I'm really a bit scared,"

"I might end up killing you with one strike."

"What a joke!"

Qian Renxue rebuked coldly, as her attack arrived.

Luo Yu clenched his fist, bent his arm, intending to strike with full force, but he hesitated before the attack and held back five-tenths of his strength.

"Boom!"

For a moment, the punch tore through the air, and the six dragons roared as his qi and blood burst forth.

Surrounding elemental energies were instantly sapped, as if all converged in that single punch.

"Collapse!"

Sword and fist collided, the explosion spreading.

It was as if the end of the world had arrived, a dazzling bright light erupting from the wasteland.

The ground shook violently, stones on the surface bouncing and vibrating.

Crack crack.

A series of web-like deep fissures appeared.

Luo Yu still stood in place, holding his striking pose.

And Qian Renxue's Angelic Holy Sword, ablaze with Bright Holy Flame, was shattered into pieces by the punch, turning into golden fragments.

The Angel Domain was forcefully dispersed, the Angelic True Body collapsing into nothingness.

The Angel God Attire emitted a mournful cry, a fist imprint indented in the center of the chest armor.

She flew like a shooting star, smashed a kilometer away, scraping the ground, and splattering into the earth beneath.

The ensuing storm from the energy explosion swept across the wasteland, swirling and ravaging the land.

The intense light from the collision, like daylight, caught even the distant Tiandou City's attention.

...

The violent winds gradually subsided, and the earth was a scene of devastation, with cracks and charred traces everywhere.

Along one long track that extended for a kilometer.

As if plowed by a great force.

At the end of the track lay a beauty with dim armor, her eyes closed, covered in dust and dirt, her exquisite face unnaturally pale.

"Cough cough cough!"

The woman's frail cough sounded, her long lashes trembling slightly.

She slowly opened her purple pupils.

And saw the figure of a man, peerlessly graceful, who had come to her side at some unknown time, standing and gazing down at her prostrate form.

"I... I lost?"

Qian Renxue's voice was hoarse, everything felt like a dream to her.

She had gone through nine deaths to inherit the Angelic powers, breaking through to Titled Douluo level, and acquired five pieces of the Angel God Attire, but now, going all out, she wasn't even a match for this guy?

This made it unbelievable for her.

Even as she lay in the dirt, feeling the pain from every inch of her skin, she still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, you lost,"

Luo Yu didn't help Qian Renxue up, nor did he utter any taunts, just silently looking down at her, his gaze calm.

Qian Renxue's tender body trembled.

Her eyes lost focus, wandering.

"Why... did I lose."

Luo Yu thought for a moment, then seriously replied,

"From the moment you decided to challenge me, your defeat was already sealed."

Qian Renxue's body shook even more violently.

She parted her lips, but couldn't muster a single retort.

A bitterness welled up from within her.

Because if she remembered correctly, the other party had even pulled his punches at the last moment.

"Am I... really so weak?" Qian Renxue mumbled.

Luo Yu shook his head.

"If you had caught my punch,"

"I would be the one doubting my life."

Qian Renxue bit her lips fiercely, her purple pupils trembling, her pale, exquisite face contorting.

The proud and aloof demeanor of the Goddess faded away.

Moisture veiled her eyes.

Luo Yu was instantly taken aback.

Why... why is she crying all of a sudden?

I didn't do anything, did I???