“Clang—”
The Angelic Sacred Sword, burning with fierce flames, stabbed ruthlessly against the golden shield, immediately producing a deafening metallic clash.
Extremely terrifying energy fluctuations spread in all directions, sweeping through the entire hall.
Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang struggled to withstand Qian Daoliu’s strongest blow, which was full of rage, and was sent flying backward.
“Bang—”
Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang stepped onto the white jade square, plowing two ten-meter-long furrows into the ground before he could barely steady himself.
“Damn—”
Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang cursed inwardly; these stinky brats were hitting him damn hard!
“Evil Spirit!
Where do you think you’re running?
Today, I will make your Divine Soul perish and make you regret coming to the Spirit Hall!”
Qian Daoliu was fuming with rage, his golden hair fluttering in the air.
The Seraphim wings behind him shook violently, bringing a sky full of golden radiance as he led the six Priests out of the palace, brimming with murderous intent.
In an instant, the entire sky above Spirit Hall was covered by various terrifying and brilliant lights of Soul Power.
All sorts of extremely powerful Spirit Abilities flew wildly in the air, illuminating Spirit City as if it were broad daylight.
In a distant corner…
“Brother!
Brother!
You’re still eating over there!” Qian Renxue’s face turned pale with fright as she looked at the scene that resembled the end of the World.
She snatched the melon seeds from Qian Renheng’s hand—seeds he had gotten from who knows where—and stamped her feet in anxiety.
“Grandpa and Great-Grandfather have started fighting!”
“That’s six super Douluos and one Limit Douluo fighting Great-Grandfather all by himself!”
“Brother, hurry up and think of a way to stop them!
What if Great-Grandfather is beaten to death?”
Hearing this, Qian Renheng patted his hands and looked calmly at the other Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang being pummeled in the sky.
Even if the opponent was a Limit Douluo, he couldn’t withstand the siege of another Limit Douluo leading six super Douluos.
He looked like he was enjoying the chaos and curled his lip, saying, “What’s the panic?
Great-Grandfather is a Limit Douluo!”
“How could he die so easily?
Don’t worry, he won’t die.
Even if an accident happens, he can be resurrected within my Realm of Death.”
“Just be at ease, Little Xue.
Let’s keep watching the show.”
“Besides, as soon as Great-Grandfather reveals his Angel Martial Soul, all misunderstandings will be resolved.”
“Furthermore, Great-Grandfather has just been resurrected; he needs to stretch his limbs a bit, don’t you think?”
Qian Renheng comforted her with a smile.
He wasn’t worried at all and even had the mindset of a spectator watching a spectacle.
Father hitting son?
Son hitting father?
Tsk tsk, how exciting, and they’re all Limit Douluos.
“Brother, how can you not be worried at all?” Qian Renxue looked at the indifferent Qian Renheng, her chest heaving with anger as she sat directly on the ground.
“That’s easy for you to say.
Once their misunderstanding is resolved, I’m afraid they’ll come looking for us, the culprits.”
…
While the Elder Hall was in a heated battle, inside the Elder Hall located halfway up the Sacred Mountain…
The current Supreme Pontiff, Qian Xunji, was working late into the night, reviewing a wide variety of official documents on his desk, his face showing signs of fatigue.
Just then, a terrifying energy fluctuation suddenly erupted, causing the brush in his hand to snap.
He snapped his head up, sensing the extremely familiar yet rage-filled Soul Power fluctuations coming from the direction of the Elder Hall.
“Where are Elders Chrysanthemum and Ghost?!” Qian Xunji called out in a deep voice toward the outside of the hall.
“Swoosh—”
“Swoosh—”
Before his voice even faded, two figures appeared in the hall.
They knelt on one knee and looked respectfully at Qian Xunji.
The person on the left wore a long robe embroidered with various flowers and had an enchanting appearance.
He was none other than the rank ninety-five Titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan!
The person on the right wore a pure black brocade robe and had a gloomy expression.
He was none other than the rank ninety-five Titled Douluo, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei!
“Your subordinates, Yue Guan and Gui Mei, pay our respects to the Supreme Pontiff!”
“What is going on over at the Elder Hall?” Qian Xunji gazed at the two with a heavy expression.
His father and several uncles lived in seclusion for years, ignoring worldly affairs and staying in the Elder Hall.
Normally, with the level of the seven of them, there was no one on the Douluo Continent who could force them to take action together.
Yet now, such an earth-shattering commotion was happening, and it was in Spirit City, the lifeblood of their Spirit Hall!
The Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluos glanced at each other, both seeing deep shock in the depths of each other’s eyes.
“Reporting to the Supreme Pontiff,” Yue Guan’s voice trembled, “the High Priest and the others are fighting a mysterious powerhouse of unknown origin.”
“The opponent’s strength is extremely terrifying.
Just those Soul Power fluctuations make both of us shudder.”
“He can even withstand the joint attacks of the High Priest and the others without dying.
Therefore, your subordinate dares to speculate that the intruder is very likely a Limit Douluo!”
“A Limit Douluo?” Qian Xunji frowned upon hearing this, his pupils contracting suddenly.
He quickly realized the gravity of the situation.
In the current era, there were only three Limit Douluos on the continent: Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, Clear Sky Douluo Tang morning, and Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi.
Three great super Douluos, three invincible beings!
When did this new super Douluo emerge?
And he even dared to charge into the Elder Hall alone?
“This person must have a deep-seated hatred for our Spirit Hall; he must not be allowed to live!”
“Pass the Supreme Pontiff’s order!” Qian Xunji stood up abruptly, his face solemn.
“Sound the highest alarm!”
“Assemble the Five Elders—Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard Douluo, Spirit Kite, Porcupinefish, and Snake Lance—to follow me to reinforce the Elder Hall and slay this beast!”
“As you command!”
A moment later, several streaks of light rose into the sky.
Led by Qian Xunji, the seven Elders of Spirit Hall—Chrysanthemum, Ghost, Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard Douluo, Spirit Kite, Porcupinefish, and Snake Lance—were fully armed and headed straight for the Elder Hall with murderous intent!
…
Meanwhile, at the Elder Hall’s white jade square.
“Impossible…
This is impossible…
This is actually the Angel Martial Soul, a pure Angel Martial Soul!”
Qian Daoliu held the Angelic Sacred Sword, his originally murderous aura suddenly vanishing as he stared fixedly at the disheveled figure before him, whom he had just knocked down from the sky with a single sword strike.
Just now, Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang, who was annoyed by the siege from Qian Daoliu and the others, finally lost his patience and released his Martial Soul.
Seven against one?
You youngsters are bullying an old senior like me; you have no martial ethics at all!
A holy light, equally pure and even more vast than the one released by Qian Daoliu, soared into the sky.
The six wings behind Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang slowly unfurled.
At that moment, the resonance of the Seraphim bloodline, deeply rooted in the marrow of his bones, swept through Qian Daoliu’s entire body like a mountain-toppling wave.
Appearance can be faked, Martial Souls can be faked, aura can be faked, and Soul Power levels can be faked.
But in this World, the unique Angel bloodline resonance of their Qian family could not be faked.
In other words, the person in front of him was indeed his biological father, the Angel Douluo Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang!
“Liu’er…
you guys sure hit hard!” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang said with a resentful look as he brushed the dust off his body, looking disheveled.
No matter how strong he was, he was only a Limit Douluo, not a god!
Enduring the siege of one Limit Douluo and six super Douluos for so long without using his Martial Soul was indeed quite taxing!
Especially Qian Daoliu—this beast, holding the Angelic Sacred Sword and using skilled Angel sword techniques, almost skewered him right after his resurrection!
“Very good!
Your father just got resurrected and came back, wanting to give you a surprise, but look at you!”
“You brat, you won’t even call me ‘Dad’ a few more times!”
“You’re so capable, leading six Super Douluos to give me a beating right from the start.
You almost sent me back to the grave!”
“And what were you shouting?
You wanted to grind your father’s bones to ash?
Your wings have grown strong, haven’t they?” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang grew angrier as he spoke, wishing he could go up and give him a kick to the chest!
“And you lot!” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang looked at the six Priests who were hiding far away like children who had done something wrong.
“I’m scolding him, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scolding you!
Gold Crocodile, you’re impressive; that Crocodile Tail Flick, were you trying to whip me to death?”
He hadn’t expected his once-adorable Liu’er to be so humorless after becoming an old man.
He started with big moves and even led six Super Douluos to use their ultimates together, not even giving him time to explain.
Now it was great; everyone in Spirit City knew that Spirit Hall had been invaded tonight, with Spirit Abilities flying everywhere.
“Father, I…”
Qian Daoliu had grievances he couldn’t voice.
So, he had just led six brothers and almost sent his newly resurrected father back to the grave?
What kind of situation was this?
And how did his old man get resurrected?
He didn’t even give a notice!
He just appeared right in front of him like that?
And it was in the middle of the night.
Anyone who saw their dead father suddenly appear in front of them would suspect it was an evil Spirit, right?
It wasn’t his fault; who told his old man not to say anything?
Also, how exactly did his father get resurrected?
This matter needed to be clarified.
“Um…
Senior Wushuang!”
Just as Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang was single-handedly scolding a Limit powerhouse and six Super Douluos, and the atmosphere was awkward enough to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with one’s toes…
The Second Priest, Gold Crocodile Douluo, rubbed his hands and performed an extremely smooth slide, arriving in front of Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang with an agility that belied his burly physique.
This scene made Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue in the distance feel it was extremely comical.
They hadn’t expected that their short-tempered, usually serious Second Grandpa would have…
such a cute side?
“Is that…
really our Second Grandpa?” Qian Renxue blinked, asked in surprise.
“Tsk tsk…” Qian Renheng marveled as he enjoyed the scene.
If he had a phone, he would have definitely recorded it.
Who would have thought the thick-browed, big-eyed Gold Crocodile could be so hilarious?
“Brother, should we go over now?” Qian Renxue grabbed Qian Renheng’s arm.
“What’s the rush?” Qian Renheng said indifferently, “Watch a bit longer.
Maybe there will be something even more fun?”
“Senior Wushuang, it’s truly a case of the flooded Temple of the Dragon King—one of our own not recognizing another.
I was very offensive just now, very offensive.”
Here, Gold Crocodile Douluo smiled apologetically while unhesitatingly pointing at the still-dazed Qian Daoliu.
“Senior Wushuang, if you’re angry, please don’t blame us.
If you want to blame someone, blame Big Brother!”
“Just now, he was the one who insisted that you were an evil Spirit and even forced us to take action!”
“He is the High Priest, and we are of low status; we couldn’t disobey him.
We had no choice but to submit to Big Brother’s tyranny.”
Gold Crocodile Douluo smiled apologetically while massaging Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang’s shoulders and pounding his back, looking incredibly comical.
The two siblings peeking from afar suppressed their laughter, afraid of being discovered.
“Hahahaha!” Qian Renheng almost laughed to tears.
“When they act, it’s all brotherly love; when they testify, it’s all the brother’s name.
Second Grandpa is truly ahead of his time.”
“Exactly, exactly!”
The five Priests—Qingluan, Xiongshi Douluo, Elder Light Feather, and the two brothers Qianjun and Jiangmo—immediately understood.
They accused Qian Daoliu like chickens pecking at grain.
The blame was all on Qian Daoliu; they were all good boys.
“Senior Wushuang, you know us.
Our admiration for you is like a surging river, never-ending!”
“Yes, yes, Senior Wushuang.
If Big Brother hadn’t used his status to pressure us, even if we hadn’t recognized you, we would never have dared to lay a hand on you.”
“It’s all Big Brother’s fault.
If he hadn’t said you were an evil Spirit, this junior would have knelt down to you immediately.”
Six old men whose combined ages were nearly several hundred years were now shifting the blame with such smooth and righteous flow.
We’re not wrong; it’s Big Brother’s fault.
He used his High Priest status to pressure us, and we had to obey.
Senior, you are this junior’s idol.
Senior, is it sore here?
This junior will massage it for you.
As the six Priests spoke such words, they seemed to have no idea what “integrity” even was.
Integrity?
Can integrity keep one from getting a beating?
“You guys…” Qian Daoliu came to his senses and saw this group of brothers with no integrity.
His mouth twitched violently.
“Am I the scapegoat?”
“You lot, usually so arrogant, thinking you’re the greatest in the World and looking at everyone else as if they’re just selling their heads.”
“How come you’re so cowardly when you see my father?” Qian Daoliu shook his head with a bitter smile, though a hint of a smile touched his lips.
“Swoosh—”
“Swoosh—”
“Swoosh—”
Just then, several whistling sounds of breaking air suddenly rang out, and eight figures arrived in front of the Elder Hall.
Qian Xunji, leading seven murderous Titled Douluos, finally arrived at the Elder Hall square like divine soldiers descending from heaven.
Only, the scene before him left him a bit dazed.
The Elder Hall hadn’t collapsed, but a large crater had appeared in the white jade square.
And on the edge of this crater, sitting on a piece of rubble, was a very unfamiliar middle-aged man.
His father, that Limit Douluo, was being scolded by the stranger, while his six Priest uncles were either pounding the man’s back or massaging his shoulders.
The style was extremely disjointed!
They looked like…
that feeling…
just like when he used to make mistakes and face his father.
“Father…”
Qian Xunji slowly approached Qian Daoliu, gave a slight bow, and asked, “What exactly is…”
Hearing Qian Xunji’s voice, Qian Daoliu immediately regained his usual calm and majestic demeanor.
He glanced indifferently at the Elders led by Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, waved his hand, and said, “It’s nothing.
Tell them to go back first.
There’s no problem here.”
Hearing this, Qian Xunji looked at the golden-haired middle-aged man.
Although his heart was full of doubt, he could only respectfully obey.
“Yes, Father.”
“All of you go back.
The Elder Hall is fine.
Lift the lockdown on Spirit City immediately and spread the word that this was…”
“Yes, Supreme Pontiff!”
The seven Elders flew away.
Although their hearts were full of doubt, they could only swallow it.
Even the High Priest was acting like that…
presumably, this person’s identity and background were extremely great, and not something they could inquire about.
The seven Elders left, but Qian Xunji remained.
He watched his once-arrogant uncles show heartfelt awe and even fawning toward that golden-haired middle-aged man.
He became increasingly curious about this person’s identity and origin.
Who exactly was he, to be able to make his father and six uncles so respectful?