Doubting Life

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, Qian Daoliu floated in the air with a playful smile in his eyes.

"Junior, I don't know whether to say that you are too young, or whether you are reckless. If you fight on the ground, the old man's strength will definitely not reach the peak combat power.

But you just want to fight in the sky, this is the main battlefield of this old man, since I became a Titled Douluo, no one has ever defeated me in an air battle, hahaha..."

He immediately burst out laughing.

In his opinion, Wang Jingyu is now a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Whenever he wants to do it, he can do it, and he can tease the opponent however he wants.

He has absolute confidence, not to mention dealing with a junior like Wang Jingyu, even if he calls his teacher together, he can easily defeat them at his home field.

Taking advantage of his angelic real body state, he can have a large increased effect on killing Spirit skills.

Qian Daoliu's ninth Spirit ring lit up, and he planned to use his strongest ultimate move directly to teach this junior to be a man.

"Ninth Spirit skill, angel descends!"

His ninth spirit skill was a large-scale damage skill.

Although the scene of the arrival of the angel looked beautiful, it was not for saving the world, but for destroying the world and eradicating all heresies.

With the ninth spirit skill on display, the phantom of the seraph behind him burst into dazzling white light.

There were two rounds of scorching sun-like lights volleying in the sky simultaneously over the entire Spirit City, and the dazzling white light forced everyone in the city to quickly close their eyes.

Countless residents who witnessed this scene knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads reverently, knowing that the dazzling white light was not the sun,

But the patron saint and biggest reliance of Spirit City.

In their view, anyone who is an enemy of Spirit City, including invaders who threaten their patron saint, should be eliminated without hesitation.

They have no pity for their enemies.

They fervently hoped for the arrival of the great angelic god to pass judgment on heresy.

As the terrifying power surged around them, Wang Jingyu's mouth curved into a smile.

He disappeared from sight as countless people lost their vision.

After the dazzling white light faded, only the patron saint and the scorching sun remained in the sky.

The whole Spirit City was filled with excitement, as the heresy was finally eradicated, light had triumphed over darkness, and justice had prevailed over evil.

Listening to the commotion below, Qian Daoliu showed regret.

"It's a pity.

If it weren't necessary, I wouldn't have wanted to kill him.

It would have been great if we could have included him in our temple and used him for our cause. After all, the old man is old. Hey..."

At this moment, a mocking voice reached his ears.

"Oh? Really? Then I have to thank the great priest for his kindness."

Wang Jingyu suddenly appeared and attacked Qian Daoliu with lightning-fast speed.

He punched Qian Daoliu in the lower abdomen.

Qian Daoliu felt as if he had been hit in the stomach by Tang Chen with the Clear Sky Hammer, and the force sent him flying into the sky.

However, Wang Jingyu's flying speed was much faster than Qian Daoliu's.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Wang Jingyu clenched his fists and landed blows on Qian Daoliu's back.

"What kind of flying speed is this? How is it possible..."

After being hit in the back, Qian Daoliu spewed out a mouthful of blood.

!

The opponent's speed and strength were far stronger than his own, which made him fear for his life.

There was only one thought in his mind: he must defend himself at all costs, otherwise, he might be seriously injured or even killed.

As he fell towards the Spirit Hall below, he mobilized his Spirit power to defend himself from all angles.

However, before he had fallen ten meters, Wang Jingyu appeared in front of him once again, kicking him with both feet and sending him flying into the sky once more.

The powerhouses in the enshrinement hall below watched in amazement as the entire sky was filled with afterimages of Wang Jingyu's movements.

Qian Daoliu was tossed around like a ball, unable to defend himself effectively against Wang Jingyu's continuous attacks.

He kept spitting out blood, his injuries worsening with each blow.

Despite the pain, Qian Daoliu forced himself to stay calm and wait for his opportunity.

When Wang Jingyu approached him again, Qian Daoliu tried to use the Holy Angel Sword to launch a surprise attack, holding a sword flower and aiming for Wang Jingyu's heart at a tricky angle.

But Wang Jingyu was always on guard, and he swiftly sidestepped the attack, taking a few steps back to create distance.

Then, Wang Jingyu advanced again and resumed his previous assault, leaving Qian Daoliu with no choice but to defend himself.

Despite his best efforts, Qian Daoliu was gradually overwhelmed and beaten into a helpless state.

"Damn it, hateful!"

Once again reduced to a beaten ball, Qian Daoliu was filled with grief and indignation.

Filled with grief and indignation, Qian Daoliu realized that he was no match for Wang Jingyu at close range, as he couldn't release his powerful Spirit skills to fight back

In the past, he and Tang Chen were just one move away, but now his disciple was beating him violently like this, and he couldn't even defend himself,

If he could use his Spirit skills, maybe he would still have a certain chance of winning, but now Wang Jingyu was fighting him at close range.

He couldn't release his powerful Spirit skills at all.

In contrast, Wang Jingyu was like a beast in human form, flying at a terrifyingly fast speed during the fight.

This kind of close combat put Qian Daoliu at a disadvantage, as Wang Jingyu's beast-like physique was magnified in this situation.

Qian Daoliu felt aggrieved, to the point of going crazy.

But was it really as bad as he thought?

Maybe, or maybe not.

Regardless, Wang Jingyu had no interest in using his Spirit skills to fight his opponent.

Hand-to-hand combat was the best and most passionate way for him to fight.

The people of Spirit City watched in horror as their patron saint was being violently beaten.

They couldn't help but cover their eyes and look away, unable to believe what was happening.

"Boom..."

Qian Daoliu was hit by the hammer made from Wang Jingyu's hands.

The whole person lost the ability to fly and fell to the ground like a meteor.

If it wasn't for the loyal Second Priest who caught him, he would have become the first owner of the Seraphim spirit to touch the ground face first.

Qian Daoliu coughed several times in a row, spewed out a lot of blood, and was a little depressed.

When all the strong men in the hall of worship saw Wang Jingyu flying towards them, they all released their martial Spirit one after another to defend themselves.

Wang Jingyu's mouth curled up in a disdainful smile.

"Do you crooked melons and cracked dates really think you can stop me if the young master wants to kill him?"

He stood in the air, gazing down at Qian Daoliu with a condescending look.

"Old man, you don't have to pretend to be dead. I know a fight like that just now won't kill you.

Now this young master will give you a choice.

Recognize me as your master from today, and serve Dong'er well.

Maybe the young master can spare your life and even help you become a god in the future!"