Douluo: Son of Chenxin, kill the god with one sword!

Chapter 197: Liquidation, the end of Wuhun Palace, Qiandaoliu in despair!

In the Pope's Palace of Wuhun Palace.

In Japan, there should be no scene where the Pope orders everyone.

The total number of worshipers and elders in Wuhun Hall under the stage is less than five fingers.

On the empty Pope's seat, Qian Daoliu's rough palms touched him, and his whole old face was ashen.

He calculated countless times, even if he included the unborn Bibi Dong, he never expected that the two gods of Wuhun Palace would become the only big losers in the war!

The battle report from the front line has naturally been sent back to Wuhundian headquarters. With Qian Renxue leading the team, Qian Daoliu was not in a hurry to join the war.

By the time he realized something was wrong, Qian Renxue was already dead.

But what scares Qiandaoliu is not this, but what the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect will do to Wuhun Palace.

After several times, they and the Qibao Glazed Sect have already become mortal enemies, and this time it can be seen a little bit more in the battle.

The Qibao Glazed Sect showed no mercy at all when facing the Wuhun Palace and almost killed them on sight.

Now that the Wuhun Palace is defeated, without the support of the gods, how can the Wuhun Palace compete with Chen Yuan who is powerful enough to kill gods?

It is simply unrealistic to expect the angel god to come, not to mention that the current angel god is already dead.

Qian Daoliu's eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes, and his crazy roar made him continuously wave the angel sword to destroy the entire papal palace.

The few people still alive below did not dare to stop Qian Daoliu's actions.

Now, apart from those who did not participate in the war, almost no one left in the Wuhun Hall can be seen. It can be said that the successive wars have exhausted the strength of the Wuhun Hall.

Whether it can continue to be maintained is a question.

The Wuhun Palace is gone, so where should they go?

No one knew about this matter. Rather than wandering around in confusion, they did not want to confront Chen Yuan in the Spirit Hall.

Everything on the battlefield has clearly told them one thing. If they fight against the Qibao Glazed Sect, once they hit the source of Chen head-on, they will probably die.

After smashing things for a long time, Qian Daoliu finally calmed down. He rubbed his painful forehead, looked at the audience and asked, "How many titled Douluo are there in the Spirit Hall now?"

"Back to the great enshrinement, now including us, there are less than five fingers." Several people below looked at each other and replied: "His Majesty the Pope Bao Bao and Lord Qian Renxue have both been damaged in the battle."

War is like a meat grinder. Most of the elites of Wuhun Palace have gone forever. Even if they escaped the killings of Chenyuan, the remaining ones were killed by the few soul beasts that are more than 200,000 years old. That's almost it.

With less than five fingers, the elite will be wiped out.

Qian Daoliu had a headache hearing this kind of news. Since the establishment of Wuhun Palace, he has never encountered such a sluggish situation.

If you want to continue to reorganize the entire Wuhun Palace, you can only start from the basics. At least a few bottom-level teams are still there. Even if it is dilapidated like this, it is not something that the forces on the mainland can deal with.

If there is another chance in the future, a comeback will not be a problem.

The question is whether there is still this opportunity.

Qian Daoliu was not sure either, he could only prepare to hurry up.

"Click-"

Some stone chips fell from the roof and were scattered among Qiandaoliu's hair roots.

He raised his head in confusion and looked at the dome of the palace. Inexplicably, he felt that the dome of the palace was a little loose.

Is this gathering dust?

Qian Daoliu brushed off the stone chips, and was puzzled. The cleaning here was particularly clean, and it was almost impossible for such stains to appear.

But as the stone chips increased, Qian Daoliu clearly noticed something was wrong.

This has nothing to do with cleaning, it's just that the tips of the entire papal palace are shaking!

Before Qian Daoliu could prepare, the dome flew out on its own, exposing the entire hall inside. Only at this moment did Qian Daoliu know who he was facing and what level of enemy he was facing.

The so-called Angel Sword, one of the strongest swords on the continent, is nothing in front of this momentum. Even if it is an ant, it is exalting itself.

After all, ants can still be used as opponents. Qian Daoliu only feels that he is a floating creature and may be killed at any time.

"They're all here. This saves me the trouble of looking for them."

Chen Yuan's voice spread from top to bottom.

Immediately, he brought Bone Douluo and Chen Xin to Wuhun Hall.

Come to think of it, Qian Daoliu didn't appear in the battle, and he was probably thinking about how to escape at the moment.

Just as Tong Chenyuan expected, before Qian Daoliu could escape, the remaining Douluo also gathered here.

It was more convenient for him, as he didn't have to look for them one by one.

Qian Daoliu saw that it was Chen Yuan. Although he had been prepared for it, his face was still ashen.

What is supposed to come has finally come, and there is no way to escape the disaster of Wuhun Palace.

He stood up stiffly, straightened his spine and looked at Chen Yuan: "Wulhundian lost to you by a hair, I don't complain."

"Boy, Wuhun Palace shouldn't have helped you during the beast wave. You should have died in the beast wave."

"Oh, no, I was just soft-hearted and left a seed like Chenxin, haha, so that I planted such evil consequences!"

Now that he is talking about the harsh words he said a few years ago, Qian Daoliu really has nothing to say.

He knew that as the person who killed Lord Chenjian, as well as being a high priest of Wuhun Hall, and having been hostile to the Qibao Glazed Sect over and over again, his death was inevitable.

Since death is already doomed, it is better to think about making Chenyuan and his son sick first.

Chen Yuan looked at Qian Daoliu and raised his eyebrows with a neutral expression: "Do you know what Qian Renxue said to me before she died?"

Qian Daoliu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly sank. His voice deepened and he asked, "What on earth did she say?"

The only thing he still has hope for in this life is Qian Renxue, but now that Qian Renxue is dead, Qian Daoliu cannot ignore what words he left in the end.

Chen Yuan just smiled and said nothing, and after a while Qian Daoliu couldn't bear it anymore.

He yelled with exposed veins and questioned Chen Yuan: "Boy! Tell me, what did Xue'er say before she died!"

"Old Turtle San, is this your attitude when asking questions?" Chen Yuan lightly dusted his sleeves: "If you can survive my father's sword, I will tell you."

Even though Qian Daoliu looked ugly, he still agreed: "."

"Come!"

Chen Xin stepped away, looking at the enemy who had killed his father after decades before him. Naturally, he could not be soft-hearted.

The Seven Killing Sword was inserted into Qian Daoliu's throat. The sword was only for killing, and only for revenge.

"Tell me." Qian Daoliu said with a vague voice in his throat.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan slowly lowered his body, looked at Qian Daoliu who was kneeling on the ground with only one breath, and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

In an instant, Qian Daoliu's entire face was filled with twisted resentment as he tried to kill Chen Yuan.

Unfortunately, his expression was completely frozen at this moment.

(End of this chapter)