Douluo: I Can Summon Goddesses Across the Multiverse

"Regret? Why would I regret anything? It's you, Qian Daoliu—your good days are over starting today! Yao Xuan, I leave it to you!"

Hearing Qian Daoliu's taunts, Bibi Dong's smile remained composed. She turned to Yao Xuan by her side, her eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation as she made her request.

For over a decade, Bibi Dong had endured silently, waiting for the day she could exact revenge on Qian Daoliu. To strengthen herself for this moment, she had even undergone the trials of the Rakshasa God, enduring a transformation that left her neither fully human nor ghost.

Yet, even after breaking through to the rank of Titled Douluo, Bibi Dong knew there remained a chasm between her power and Qian Daoliu's—a gap as insurmountable as the heavens.

After all, while Qian Daoliu could never ascend to godhood himself, as the Angel God's priest, he could channel a portion of the Angel God's divine power, placing him above the realm of even peak Douluos.

Only by completing the Rakshasa God's trials and inheriting the mantle of the new Rakshasa God could she ever hope to confront him directly—a process that would require at least another ten, perhaps twenty, years.

But now, times had changed.

Though she still wasn't Qian Daoliu's match, with Kesha—a true deity surpassing the Rakshasa God—on her side, suppressing Qian Daoliu was a trivial task.

Becoming Yao Xuan's subordinate no longer seemed like such a bitter fate.

With this thought, Bibi Dong felt her resistance to submitting to Yao Xuan dissipate, and she found herself looking at him more favorably.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. Kesha, take action!"

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Yao Xuan responded with a confident smile.

At his command, Kesha's figure slowly materialized behind him.

Clad in sleek silver armor, wielding a celestial sword, her golden hair cascading in the breeze, and her wings shimmering faintly, Kesha radiated an aura of divine purity and overwhelming power.

Though Qian Daoliu was a peerless Douluo and one of the most powerful beings on the continent, in front of Kesha, he felt like an ant before a dragon.

Blood seemed to freeze in his veins, a chill pierced through his body, and even his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Not even the Angel God's projection during his eighth trial had left him feeling this suffocating disparity.

Who was she?

"Mortal, for daring to obstruct my master, you shall be subdued!"

Kesha's gaze fell on Qian Daoliu, her tone calm and unperturbed by the Angel Clan bloodline coursing through him.

With a single sweep of her celestial sword, a blade of holy energy erupted forth, splitting the air and obliterating the void as it sped toward Qian Daoliu's chest.

"This... impossible!"

Watching the sword's arc, Qian Daoliu's eyes filled with disbelief.

Even if he unleashed his full strength and borrowed power from the Angel God, the might of his strongest strike couldn't compare to a fraction of this divine attack.

Why would such a supreme being aid Bibi Dong?

Regret surged in Qian Daoliu's heart. Why hadn't he eradicated Bibi Dong when he had the chance? Allowing her to continue cultivating and even rise to the position of Pope in Spirit Hall had led to this catastrophic backlash.

But there was no time for remorse. His sole focus now was survival.

With a grim determination, Qian Daoliu activated his spirit power. Behind him, three of his soul rings—one black and two red—flared brilliantly.

"Angel Avatar!"

As a dense holy light enveloped his body, Qian Daoliu's form expanded dramatically, transforming into a towering ten-meter-tall angel with thirty-meter-long wings. His aura surged.

"Angel Domain!"

Next, Qian Daoliu unleashed his ninth soul skill, a domain ability coveted by countless soul masters.

Within the domain, a radiant golden halo resonated with his power, amplifying his soul power, spiritual energy, strength, and defense to new heights.

"Angel's Aegis!"

Finally, Qian Daoliu activated his sixth soul skill, his strongest defensive measure. Although its soul ring hadn't reached the fabled 100,000-year mark, the skill had been enhanced to 90,000 years through the Angel God's trials.

A majestic angelic projection descended, wielding a heavy shield that stood protectively before Qian Daoliu.

Despite his efforts, the unease in Qian Daoliu's heart only deepened. As Kesha's blade neared, his trembling worsened, cold sweat soaking his back.

"Angel God, grant your descendant strength!"

In desperation, Qian Daoliu invoked his ultimate trump card: summoning a fragment of the Angel God's power.

Behind him, the Angel God's statue radiated divine light, channeling a golden stream of energy into Qian Daoliu's body.

An overwhelming force ten times his own coursed through him—nearly beyond his control. Yet, as a descendant of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu managed to stabilize the power enough to erect one final barrier.

"Interesting. But borrowed power is never truly yours," Kesha remarked indifferently, her gaze fixed on Qian Daoliu.

Though the Angel God was also a first-class god, equal in rank to Kesha, this fragment of divine power was but a shadow of the Angel God's might.

Kesha's blade collided with Qian Daoliu's defenses.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, her strike shattered his domain, pierced his Angel's Aegis, and obliterated the divine barrier.

To avoid killing him outright, Kesha had held back considerably, allowing the divine barrier to endure for a few fleeting breaths before finally shattering.

Crack! Crack!

Just as Qian Daoliu thought he had survived, the barrier collapsed, and Kesha's sword struck his chest.

Thud!

Qian Daoliu's body plummeted from the sky, creating a crater upon impact. A ghastly wound marred his chest as he lay pale-faced, coughing blood, unable to maintain his Angel Avatar.

Returning to his human form, Qian Daoliu had been thoroughly defeated.

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