The bright moonlight was like a silver waterfall, pouring down from the nine heavens like a galaxy.
The Elder Hall, a magnificent palace representing the highest power and majesty of the Spirit Hall.
Under the moonlight, it stood tall and upright, shimmering with a layer of sacred radiance.
“The Elder Hall…” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang stood quietly on the broad white jade plaza outside the hall, his hands behind his back.
He looked at the familiar hall before him, a thick sense of reminiscence surfacing in his deep eyes.
“I really miss this place!”
“Liu-er, your father has prepared a surprise for you.
You’ll like it, won’t you?” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang revealed a mischievous smile and walked toward the open gates of the Elder Hall.
Meanwhile, in a corner a hundred meters away, two small heads were peeking out, looking around.
“Brother, Great-Grandfather is just walking in openly like that without even saying hello.”
“Will it scare Grandpa and the others to death?” Qian Renxue grabbed Qian Renheng’s sleeve, her azure eyes full of worry.
In the middle of the night, a person who had been dead for over a hundred years suddenly appears before you.
And it’s your most familiar father; just thinking about that scene felt terrifying.
“Don’t worry, Little Xue.
Trust Grandpa and the others’ mental fortitude; they are people who have seen the world.”
Qian Renheng crossed his arms, looking like he was just there for the show.
“How could they be easily frightened?”
“With Great-Grandfather appearing before them alive and well, they’ll be too happy for words.”
Happy?
Having one’s father return from the dead was indeed something worth being happy about.
However, the process of reaching that happiness would certainly be full of twists and turns.
At this moment, inside the Elder Hall’s main lobby, beneath the sacred and majestic angel statue.
Seven figures with auras as deep as the abyss and vast as the sea sat cross-legged, immersed in deep meditation.
Leading them was High Priest Qian Daoliu, while the others were the six Great Enshrined Elders; every single one of them had a minimum cultivation of a Super Douluo.
“Who goes there?!”
Qian Daoliu suddenly snapped his eyes open, a brilliant golden light erupting from them like something tangible.
He stood up abruptly, his gaze like a torch, locking onto the black figure that had suddenly appeared in the dark corner.
In the empty hall, a dark shadow had appeared silently at some unknown point.
He was hidden in the shadows, and though his face couldn’t be seen clearly, his shoulder-length blonde hair and elaborate robes were distinct.
He just stood there without releasing any Soul Power fluctuations, yet he made the terrifying instincts of the Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu scream with warning.
This person was definitely a Titled Douluo with a terrifying cultivation; his strength might not be below his own.
“Liu-er, it’s been a long time.
I’ve missed you.
Your alertness is still as sharp as ever!” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang kept his hands behind his back.
He stepped out of the darkness, his gaze carrying a hint of kindness as it slowly swept over the six Great Enshrined Elders before finally fixing on Qian Daoliu.
Sensing Qian Daoliu’s current unfathomable and vast Soul Power, Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang’s heart was filled with gratification.
Liu-er hadn’t shamed him; he had reached the realm of a super Douluo, the same realm as himself.
The other six juniors also had high realms, with the lowest having a Rank 96 cultivation.
“You…
you…
you are!!!”
As Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang’s face was revealed to everyone, the second priest, Gold Crocodile Douluo, and the others who were prepared to attack suddenly froze.
Their eyes widened, and they stood there like wooden chickens, staring at that familiar face in disbelief, their breathing hitching!
How could they not be familiar with this face, this unique domineering aura, and this sense of a sovereign ruling the world?!
This was the father of their eldest brother Qian Daoliu, and the Supreme Pontiff from two generations ago, the Angel Douluo Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang!
He was one of the two Limit Douluos of the Spirit Hall’s past, a peerless powerhouse who had suppressed an entire era!
Even the oldest among them, Gold Crocodile Douluo, was nothing more than a child in front of this man.
“Is…
is it you?
Senior Wushuang!”
The six priests—Gold Crocodile, Qingluan, Xiongshi, Guangling, Qianjun, and Xiangmo—all spoke in unison, dazed.
“Father…”
The leader, High Priest Qian Daoliu, looked at that face he knew all too well, and felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
That sense of paternal majesty made his eyes turn slightly red, his feelings of filial longing overflowing.
“Father, you didn’t die back then?”
However, this heartwarming scene of reunion didn’t last for even a second before Qian Daoliu’s brain suddenly cooled, returning to absolute rationality!
Bullshit!
He had personally watched his old man take his last breath back then.
He had even handled the enshrouding, coffining, and burial all by himself.
How could his father not be dead?
And how could he be standing alive before him?
The only explanation was that this was definitely not his father!
Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu’s eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and an unprecedented surge of rage and killing intent erupted.
He stared fixedly at the familiar face, his heart already furious to the extreme as he spoke through gritted teeth, “My father fell over a hundred years ago!”
“How could he still be alive?!
What kind of evil Spirit are you?
To dare disguise yourself as my father and come to the Elder Hall to toy with us, you are simply seeking death!”
“Second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, sixth brother, seventh brother, what are you waiting for?!”
“This filthy evil Spirit dares to openly impersonate the Spirit Hall’s Supreme Pontiff from two generations ago and run wild in our Spirit Hall!”
“His crime is unpardonable!
Attack with me and grind this reckless evil Spirit into powder!”
“Boom—”
Shimmering holy light erupted from his body, shooting straight toward the dome of the Elder Hall and illuminating the night sky of Spirit City.
The Seraphim Spirit was released, looking lifelike.
Golden feathers fell along with the holy light, and the Spirit Possession was completed in an instant.
Six golden wings spread out behind Qian Daoliu.
His expression became increasingly sacred, but the anger in his eyes remained unchanged.
He reached out into the void, and the Angelic Sacred Sword, burning with holy fire that seemed capable of purifying all evil in the world, appeared in his hand.
That was the divine inheritance tool of the Angel God, the Angelic Sacred Sword!
Even if the opponent was a Spirit Master of the same realm, they would be burned to ash before the Angelic Sacred Sword!
Qian Daoliu was already certain that the person before him was an extremely wicked Fallen Spirit Master.
And their Qian family’s Angel Martial Soul was the ultimate counter to Fallen Spirit Masters; moreover, he was currently wielding the divine tool, the Angelic Sacred Sword!
He had no intention of testing the waters; his first move was a killing blow!
The other six priests also snapped out of it.
Right, how could Senior Wushuang still be alive?
This was definitely the disguise of an extremely rare Fallen Spirit Master.
To dare come to their Elder Hall and use their most respected Senior Wushuang to toy with them—he was seeking death!
“Evil Spirit, give me your life!”
The most hot-tempered Gold Crocodile Douluo let out a roar, and terrifying Soul Power fluctuations rippled out, making the entire hall tremble.
A phantom of the Golden Crocodile King, over thirty meters long, appeared behind him, its terrifying ferocity shaking heaven and earth!
Next—
The Qingluan Divine Bird let out a sharp cry that seemed to tear through the sky!
The Flaming Lion stepped out of a sea of red fire and roared at the heavens!
The Guangling Divine Bow was instantly drawn to its limit, its chill biting!
Two Coiling Dragon Rods, heavy as a thousand jun, swung down in a smashing motion!
Seven peak Douluo powerhouses were now completely enraged by this fellow and had fallen into a frenzy!
They unleashed their strongest powers, determined to grind the opponent to ash to appease the hatred in their hearts!
“Holy crap?!” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang was a bit dazed seeing this formation and couldn’t help but swear.
This script isn’t right!
Shouldn’t they recognize me with tears in their eyes and ask for a hug?
How come as soon as we meet, everyone uses their ultimates and wants to grind me to ash?!
Qian Daoliu lived up to his title of invincible in the sky; his speed was the greatest in the world.
Holding the Angelic Sacred Sword, he turned into a brilliant golden light that pierced through heaven and earth.
Charging in front of Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang, he swung his sword violently, the blade pointing straight at the other’s forehead—a killing move right from the start!
“You bunch of…” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang cursed under his breath.
Facing seven people who all used killing moves from the start, even if he had an undying body, he had to take it seriously.
He clapped his hands together, and a vast, boundless Soul Power fluctuation that vaguely surpassed Qian Daoliu’s suddenly appeared, condensing an indestructible golden shield in front of him.