“Hehe—”
Facing Qian Daoliu’s grand declarations, Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang merely let out a faint cold laugh and offered no response.
As a hero who once suppressed an entire era, how could he allow himself to be outdone by his own son?
“Buzz—”
Without any warning, Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang didn’t even say a word to start before directly completing his Spirit Possession.
The brilliant six wings suddenly unfurled behind his back.
His hands shot out like lightning, scooping up the still-drowsy siblings, Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue, into his arms.
In the next second, with a loud “boom,” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang transformed into a blinding afterimage of golden light.
Breaking the sound barrier like a meteor tearing through the clouds, he instantly vanished at the edge of the distant horizon.
“Whoa—”
Qian Renxue only felt a sudden blur before her eyes.
The intense G-force immediately jolted her awake from her sleepiness.
She forced her eyes open and looked back, instantly gasping as the surrounding scenery receded like a bolt of lightning.
She saw the originally magnificent and massive Spirit City shrink in just a few blinks of an eye.
It shrank into a tiny black dot and continued to disappear from her field of vision at a terrifying speed.
“Holy crap!
So fast?!”
Qian Renheng was also clearly stunned, his brain barely able to process it.
This experience of racing at extreme speeds ten thousand meters in the air was a thrill he had never experienced before.
The violent Astral Winds rushing at them were completely blocked by Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang’s protective spirit power.
This lightning-fast speed completely redefined Qian Renheng’s understanding of a super Douluo’s maximum speed.
“Invincible in the sky…
When it comes to air superiority and speed, they really are damn well invincible!”
“Since Great-Grandfather’s speed can reach such a level…”
“There’s no reason why Grandpa, who also has the Seraphim Spirit and is also a super Douluo, would be inferior in terms of speed!”
“But since the Seraphim Spirit is so fast, why did Grandpa lose to Tang Chen back then?!”
Qian Renheng was utterly perplexed.
The Clear Sky Hammer is a typical heavy-armored warrior, a pure melee power-hitter.
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With the Seraphim Spirit, this beyond-extreme speed, plus the air superiority of being able to soar freely in the sky!
Just by kiting him from the air with long-range attacks, couldn’t he wear Tang Chen—that so-called ‘invincible on the ground’ brute—to death?
No matter how fiercely you swing the Clear Sky Hammer, and even with the two powerful self-created Spirit Abilities, the Great Sumeru Hammer and Ring Explosion…
…could you even touch a Seraphim Spirit user with three pairs of wings?
Besides, the Angel Martial Soul is a God-level Spirit; its offensive power isn’t weak either!
With the three attributes of Holy, Light, and Fire, along with power, healing, and agility, the Seraphim is practically a hexagonal warrior!
“Could it be…” Qian Renheng seemed to think of something, his lips twitching as he reached a ridiculous conclusion.
“Back then, Grandpa didn’t use his advantages at all, but instead chose to stubbornly clash head-on with the Clear Sky Hammer?”
Although the Seraphim is very strong and has no major weaknesses…
…against Tang Chen’s Clear Sky Hammer, with his Ring Explosion and Great Sumeru Hammer, the Seraphim is still a notch weaker in terms of raw attack power.
If that’s really the case, Qian Renheng could only raise a super invincible middle finger to his grandfather in his heart!
With this kind of battle IQ, he’s purely a rookie Iron-Headed Fool.
There’s a reason Poseidon didn’t take a liking to you, Grandpa.
If I had such speed, could Tang Chen even catch me?
I’d just do a super invincible flanking maneuver and use the Angelic Sacred Sword to cleanly stab him in the rear, giving him an unforgettable memory!
Meanwhile, in front of the Elder Hall, Qian Daoliu was still maintaining his impassioned speaking posture from just moments ago.
He stared blankly at the sky, at the faint white trail remaining there, the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembling wildly.
You’re not acting your age; you’re playing dirty, aren’t you?
You were the Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall two generations ago and my father, Qian Daoliu.
To think you wouldn’t even give a countdown and just threw your dignity away?
“As expected, the older people get, the more unreasonable they become.
Wushuang, you old scoundrel, you have no martial ethics!” Qian Daoliu cursed inwardly in exasperation.
“Boom—”
An even more violent holy golden light soared into the sky as Qian Daoliu completed his Spirit Possession, his six angelic wings behind his back giving a powerful flap.
A massive airwave sent the surrounding rubble flying, and in the blink of an eye, he too transformed into a golden light that pierced through heaven and earth.
He began to chase frantically in the direction where Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang had disappeared.
Watching this father and son pair, both like arrows shot from a bow, vanish one after another at the edge of the sky.
Standing at the hall’s entrance, Gold Crocodile Douluo crossed his arms and clicked his tongue in wonder.
“It has to be Senior Wushuang with his swift and decisive actions.
After all these years, he’s still just as unreasonable.”
“Second Brother, if you criticize Senior Wushuang so recklessly, aren’t you afraid that if the old gentleman hears you, he’ll skin your crocodile hide?”
“Hmm?” Hearing this, Gold Crocodile Douluo raised an eyebrow arrogantly.
“Third Brother, what the hell do you know!”
“In just this short time, the High Priest and Senior Wushuang have already flown who knows how far.”
“At such a distance, how could they possibly hear?
If they could still hear us, would they even be human?”
“Wait, something’s wrong!” Gold Crocodile’s brow furrowed as his gaze swept over the other elders.
“Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh…
you guys wouldn’t be’snitches’, would you?”
Standing to the side, Qian Xunji watched this group of elders—whose combined ages totaled several hundred years—undermining each other like old rascals.
He helplessly massaged his aching temples.
Could they really hear what was being said?
They knew in their hearts whether they had ‘it’ on or if it had never been turned off.
After all, if it was never off, how could it be turned on?!
“Uncles, I still have official Spirit Hall business to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first.
Please, continue your chat.”
Qian Xunji straightened his Supreme Pontiff robes slightly and then left the place, looking extremely miserable.
The things he needed to deal with today were piled high like a mountain.
He had to reassure the residents of Spirit City, who were in a state of panic due to yesterday’s commotion.
He also had to release false information to the public to maintain the inviolable prestige of the Spirit Hall.
Most frustratingly, he had to secretly mobilize a large number of craftsmen to repair the massive crater left in front of the Elder Hall from last night’s fight.
One could say that these ancestors fought hard, enjoyed themselves, and had a blast, but the one who ended up running his legs off to clean up the mess was him, the ‘laborer’ Supreme Pontiff.
“Sigh—” Qian Xunji let out a long sigh.
“What a mess.
Father and Grandpa really went overboard; with such a huge commotion, I have to figure out how to explain it to the outside world.”
He could already imagine just how many factions were watching the Spirit Hall’s drama for entertainment.
After all, there had never been an incident where the Spirit Hall’s lifeblood, Spirit City, was directly invaded before.