Douluo: I heard that Disaster is a waste?

Perhaps ordinary people would not know what this golden mist is, but she, who has come into contact with the inheritance of gods, knows very well that this golden mist is divine power. Even soul masters at the Titled Douluo level will be a little more wary when facing those with divine power.

On the fighting spirit arena, Qian Yuehuan's body was trembling, the scorching hot divine power was flowing in her blood, the abundant soul power gathered again, and all the system power in her body was eliminated by her. She looked up at the three people with a mocking smile.

"In my dictionary, Mo Huan, there is no word like surrender." Qian Yue laughed wantonly, with madness in her eyes.

Sometimes she would hate the injustice of this world. Why was Tang San born the son of luck? Tang Xiaolian had a system to rely on. Even normal people could have the talent for cultivation. At the very least, they would not be born with the reputation of disaster like her.

And Qian Yuehuan can only rely on herself step by step to fight for that slight chance to practice and for that place to go to the miracle.

If she had not accumulated divine power and the power of faith in the past few years, she would have been devoured by the power of the system by now.

Tang Xiaolian sighed and said with some regret, "Mo Huan, I admire your spirit of not admitting defeat, but Shrek is destined to win, and Team Hope is bound to lose. This is fate, and it cannot be changed."

Seeing that Qian Yuehuan was stubborn and refused to change, Tang Xiaolian stopped trying to persuade her. With a thought, several white lotuses flew towards Qian Yuehuan.

At this time, the White Tiger Meteor Shower has quietly arrived, and several white lotuses have begun to bloom. Under the attack of the three major soul skills, will Qian Yuehuan, who has just recovered, still have the ability to protect herself?

A loud roar was heard, followed by the sound of meteors falling to the earth and lotus exploding. The surging energy created an air wave. The audience in the front row felt visibly uncomfortable and their faces turned a little pale.

And what about Qian Yuehuan who was at the center of the explosion?

Xiao Wu opened her eyes wide, and tears as big as beans fell quietly. She screamed, "Huan Huan-!!!"

The third soul skill, teleportation, was forcibly activated, and the petite body rushed out immediately. Xiao Wu wanted to save Qian Yuehuan, but was beaten back by the referee on the side.

Xiao Wu spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backwards. Fortunately, Zhu Zhuqing quickly supported Xiao Wu. She looked at the fighting arena worriedly. At this time, the fighting arena was covered with dust and it was impossible to see what was going on inside. However, Zhu Ziqing still said firmly, "Xiao Wu, we have to believe in Yue Huan. She is not so easy to be defeated."

The dust gradually dispersed, and everyone looked nervously towards the center of the fighting arena. An idea had already emerged in everyone's mind: Qian Yuehuan fell to the ground covered with wounds, and the Shrek team won the game.

This is the ending that most people expected.

but……

Only a tiny light was faintly flickering in the dust and fog, and suddenly a few white feathers fell from the sky. The pure blue-gold light enveloped Qian Yuehuan.

In an instant, a ten thousand year soul ring slowly circled from Qian Yuehuan's feet to his waist. Every time Qian Yuehuan took a step forward, a ten thousand year soul ring would rise. The black halo illuminated Qian Yuehuan's bloody profile, and his cold eyes were like a ferocious beast ready to strike, able to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy anytime and anywhere.

The audience's eyes widened. The five spirit rings... were all ten thousand year level!!!