198: Chasing Tang San for tens of thousands of miles!

Above the sky of Spirit Hall.

What erupted was the strongest battle in the history of Douluo Continent.

This was also the first time the people of the Continent saw the process of a battle between "gods".

Bibi Dong floated above Spirit City, looking at Qian Feng who had stepped into the hundred-level grand realm, her heart filled with shock.

Even now, he was only approaching twenty years old.

Qian Daoliu sighed with his hands behind his back: "Qian Feng, truly a monstrous talent rarely seen in the Continent in ten thousand years. I just didn't expect him to also encounter a demon like Tang San."

Yue Guan and the other Elders and Offerings remained silent, everyone understood that the upcoming battle would determine the survival of the entire Continent.

Once Tang San, who used blood as power, achieved victory, then it was feared that no one on the entire Continent would survive.

"Qian Feng, this time! How will you deal with me again!" Tang San's white hair scattered, his face was aged, yet he was extremely arrogant and smug. He couldn't think of what other methods Qian Feng could have after shattering the Zhi Ge Sword: "Without the divine weapon Zhi Ge Sword, you are bound to lose!"

The giant hand of Blood Plague Calamity Ancestor grabbed towards Qian Feng, carrying tearing sounds through the air and bloody aura.

The runes on the palm emitted terrifying light.

Qian Feng's body was filled with divine power, and a method to counter appeared in his mind.

"Is that so." His voice was ethereal and distant, shaking people's hearts. Immediately after, he stepped into the air and floated up, his nine Soul Rings appearing on his body.

Tang San saw this and burst into laughter: "In a battle between us, you're still using trashy Soul Rings and Soul Skills from the Continent?!"

"Radiant Thunder Lord, obey my decree!"

The sound of the decree rang out, and Thunder Lord's half-body divine statue appeared behind Qian Feng. Immediately after, a dark red Soul Ring floated up from under Qian Feng's feet.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Sea Piercing Thunder Hunting Bow!"

This time, the one holding the bow was no longer Qian Feng. The Thunder Bow floated into Thunder Lord's hand, suddenly growing dozens of times larger!

"This is..." Tang San's heart skipped a beat. At this point, in a narrow path, the brave one wins.

He urged the Disaster Ancestor demonic hand and grabbed towards Qian Feng.

He saw Thunder Lord in the sky pull the Thunder Bow, and waves of Golden Lightning converged. Unfortunately, there was no arrow on the string!

This time, Qian Feng would be the arrow!

Holding the half-broken Zhi Ge Sword, he flew onto the bow body. His divine power merged with the Zhi Ge Sword. After the man and sword became one, he transformed into the arrow for the Thunder Bow held by Thunder Lord.

Pull the bow!

Looking towards the location of Tang San's demonic hand, release!

Sounds of piercing through clouds and breaking the air rang out. As the Golden Lightning exploded, Thunder Lord and the Sea Piercing Thunder Hunting Bow dissipated together.

Tang San looked at the rapidly approaching "arrow", gritting his teeth. The demonic hand of Blood Plague Calamity Ancestor grabbed towards the arrow!

With a booming explosion, the Blood Plague Calamity Ancestor's demonic hand was directly pierced through!

At the same time, the arrow was also stuck in the demonic hand, followed by Tang San's loud laughter: "Hahahaha~ Qian Feng! I succeeded, you didn't disperse my Disaster Ancestor main body."

"Man and sword forgotten." A clear and cold male voice. The arrow held in hand transformed into Qian Feng's main body, and behind Tang San, the half-broken Zhi Ge Sword appeared

Piercing towards Tang San's chest!

"Ugh..." Tang San vomited blood, the demonic hand dissipated. He stumbled a few steps in the air, the half-broken Zhi Ge Sword still stuck in his chest.

At this moment, the Martial Soul fusion state ended. Water Binger and Qian Renxue appeared behind him, supporting the pale-faced Qian Feng together.

"Big Brother!"

"Feng!"

The two girls' eyes were filled with worry, their voices slightly trembling.

"It's nothing." Qian Feng waved his hand and looked up at Tang San.

The runes on his face dissipated, the Disaster Ancestor demonic hand also retracted to his back. The Zhi Ge Sword was pulled out by him and casually thrown away, and the large hole in his chest slowly healed.

"There's... there's still a chance." Even though Tang San was heavily injured, he still chose to continue fleeing into the distance.

Looking at that direction, it was towards the sea!

Tang San's sudden burst of speed was too fast, leaving only a cold snort: "Disaster Ancestor secret technique, immortal and indestructible. Qian Feng, I will hide, and when I appear next time, can you still defeat me?"

"There won't be a next time." Qian Feng gritted his teeth, patted the hands of the two girls, recalled the Zhi Ge Sword that was falling in mid-air, and chased after Tang San.

"Little Sister, Bing'er. No need to chase anymore, your Soul Power consumption is too high, you can no longer use the Martial Soul fusion skill."

"Wait for me to come back."

One in front, one behind, the two left Spirit City.

Qian Renxue and Water Binger held hands, exchanged glances, and sighed. Bibi Dong also flew over at this time, pressing on the two girls' shoulders and saying: "Believe in Qian Feng. By thoroughly clearing out the Soul Masters of Slaughter City within the Continent, we can also be considered to have helped Qian Feng."

"Pass on Emperor's command!" Bibi Dong's eyes sharpened, and the aura belonging to the Pope spread out.

The Spirit Hall Elders and Douluo Hall Offerings floated uniformly around:

"Annihilate the remaining Soul Masters of Slaughter City, cleanse the Continent!"

"We obey the Pope's command!"

Above the boundless ocean, as Tang San flew at high speed, his face also became more aged. The large hole in his chest slowly healed, but also revealed a pained expression.

"Survive, I must survive. I can still turn the tables!"

Behind him, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly erupted. A golden light holding the half-broken Zhi Ge Sword followed closely behind.

From the perspective of speed, he was not too far behind Tang San.

Both of their Soul Power consumption was huge, but Tang San was already finding it difficult to retaliate.

"Qian Feng!" Tang San gritted his teeth and continued flying over the ocean. The seawater below was also slightly separated under the high pressure of their Soul Power.

Qian Feng did not reply, his eyes were stern. While tracking Tang San, the Soul Power within his body was also rapidly recovering.

Time passed day by day.

One day, seven days, fifteen days, one month.

Three months!

For a full three months, the two had been engaged in an endless chase and escape over the sea, chasing and fleeing without direction. This place was already somewhere even Soul Beasts rarely came.

Perhaps in a thousand years, no one had ever come here.

Qian Feng's Soul Power had recovered to its peak, and during the pursuit, he would also use the Radiant Thunder Spear to interfere with Tang San's state recovery.

At noon, after chasing and fleeing day and night, Tang San suddenly stopped.

"What, giving up?" Qian Feng sneered. His Martial Soul True Body divine armor appeared. Even though only half of the Zhi Ge Sword remained, it could still emit fierce sword energy.

Tang San at this moment was like a withered old man, resembling someone seventy or eighty years old.

He suddenly knelt down in mid-air, constantly kowtowing towards Qian Feng: "Lord Qian Feng, please spare me!"

"I am willing to hand over all the secret techniques of the Blood Plague Calamity Ancestor, and I am also willing to have something like a slavery mark placed on me by you!"

Tang San waved his hands, appearing somewhat anxious as he continued:

"Don't look at me like this now, my combat power is very strong! With me, Spirit Hall can truly be invincible in the world~"

"Spare me, Lord Qian Feng, I am willing to be your ox or horse."

As Tang San spoke, his voice was choked with sobs. He knelt in mid-air, inching closer towards Qian Feng.

He actually hugged his right leg, sobbing aloud:

"It was Xiao San being ignorant, straying into the evil path. Fortunately, Lord Qian Feng woke me up!"

"From now on, I will follow Lord Qian Feng, woof woof woof!"

Tang San lowered his head, barking like a dog.

Qian Feng did not reply. He quietly directed the half-broken Zhi Ge Sword to float behind Tang San, aiming at the opponent's chest once again.

As Tang San barked like a dog, a drop of blood-red appeared within his sleeve, waiting for an opportunity.