Seeing his old brother of many years break down in tears, the Elder suffering the tragedy of burying his own child, Qian Daoliu felt increasingly distressed.
His sharp gaze fell upon Yue Guan and the other two, and he said coldly, “Speak!
What exactly happened?
Who did this?”
“It, it was Tang Hao!”
Yue Guan spoke tremblingly, recounting the cause and effect from beginning to end.
“Jin Ming is dead, the Pope is on the verge of death, why aren’t you three dead!”
Golden Crocodile stood up abruptly, roaring with a ferocious face.
Smack!
The pressure of a level 98 Super Douluo pressed Yue Guan and the other two directly to the ground.
“I want you to be buried with them!”
Golden Crocodile was furious and was about to execute the three of them.
“Golden Crocodile.
Calm down!” At this moment, Qian Daoliu reached out and stopped Golden Crocodile.
Although Qian Daoliu was equally angry, he was reasonable.
Understanding the sequence of events, he knew that Yue Guan and the others had failed to protect him, but their crimes did not warrant death.
He could understand Golden Crocodile’s anger at the death of his son.
But he could not execute three Titled Douluo for that reason; Spirit Hall could not afford the loss of four Titled Douluo at once.
Qian Daoliu continued in a deep voice: “The culprit is that so-called successor of the Clear Sky Sect—Tang Hao!”
Hearing this, Golden Crocodile slowly regained his sanity, but his face remained unsightly.
However, he eventually withdrew his pressure: “For the sake of your hard-earned cultivation, I will spare you for now.
You three had better behave yourselves!”
“Thank you, Second Priest, for sparing our lives!” Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard hurriedly prostrated themselves to thank him.
Golden Crocodile had no heart to stay any longer and bowed to Qian Daoliu: “High Priest.
This old man is tired, I will take Jin Ming back first.”
“Good,” Qian Daoliu nodded, stepped forward, and patted Golden Crocodile’s shoulder, “My condolences!
I will give you an explanation regarding Jin Ming’s matter.
Bury him properly first; the Douluo Hall should have a place for him!”
“Thank you, High Priest!”
After Golden Crocodile finished speaking, amidst the bows of the many Elders and Worship Elders, he carried Jin Ming’s remains and slowly walked out of the Pope’s Palace.
However, his originally upright body had become somewhat hunched, as if he had aged decades in an instant.
“I have one thing to say.”
Qian Daoliu looked around at everyone present with majesty, his face serious, and ordered unquestioningly, “Everything you heard and saw today, keep it confidential!
After you go back, let it rot in your stomachs.
Understand?”
“Yes!
High Priest!”
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent, and replied respectfully.
“Dismissed!” Qian Daoliu waved his hand.
“We take our leave!” After the Worship Elders and Elders bowed, they flashed out of the hall.
After everyone left, Qian Daoliu looked back at the severely injured Yue Guan and the other two, suddenly feeling a bit dispirited: “You three, go back as well, and recover from your injuries!”
“Thank you, High Priest!”
Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard felt as if they had been granted amnesty, and supporting each other, they slowly left.
Finally.
In the vast Pope’s Palace, only Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji remained.
One standing, one lying.
Subsequently, Qian Daoliu controlled his Soul Power to lift Qian Xunji up, and with a flash of his figure, he returned to the golden, luxurious exclusive sleeping palace of the Pope behind the Pope’s Palace, placing him on the bed.
“Go!
Bring all the Healing-type Soul Masters above the Soul Saint level in Spirit City to me!” Qian Daoliu ordered the Saint Emperor Warriors responsible for guarding the front of the sleeping palace as he entered.
Soon, more than a dozen Healing-type Soul Masters, led by the Saint Emperor Warriors, arrived at the Pope’s sleeping palace.
Among them, five were at the Soul Douluo level, and the rest were all at the Soul Saint level.
“My Lord!”
Led by the five Soul Douluo Healing-type Soul Masters, they bowed to Qian Daoliu, who had his back to them.
They did not recognize Qian Daoliu, but they knew that the person standing in the Pope’s sleeping palace must have a much higher status than themselves.
“No need for formalities!
Start the treatment immediately!” Qian Daoliu said lightly, without turning around.
Hearing this, more than a dozen Healing-type Soul Masters cast their healing Martial Soul Abilities together.
Instantly, colorful healing Martial Soul light lit up and sprinkled onto Qian Xunji.
Qian Xunji’s injuries recovered visibly to the naked eye; after all, there were more than a dozen Healing-type Soul Masters treating him together.
Soon, the injuries on Qian Xunji’s body returned to their original, intact state.
However, everyone’s healing Martial Soul Abilities were not withdrawn immediately.
Without Qian Daoliu’s order, they did not dare to stop the treatment, choosing instead to continue outputting Soul Power.
After a long time, the dozen or so Healing-type Soul Masters had exhausted their Soul Power, all of them sweating profusely and very weak, clearly exhausted.
“My Lord.
The injuries on the Pope’s body have healed, but…
we are truly powerless regarding the mental injuries; they can only be recovered slowly through rest.”
One of the most senior and highly cultivated Healing-type Soul Masters came to Qian Daoliu and bowed.
“Hmm!” Qian Daoliu nodded lightly, simultaneously issuing a gag order, “Do not publicize the Pope’s injuries!
If a single piece of information leaks out, you know the consequences!”
“We understand!”
All the Healing-type Soul Masters present were elites of Spirit Hall, and each of them was shrewd, knowing what should be said and what should not, and they promised one after another.
“Spirit Hall will remember your contributions, and someone will send rewards to you later.”
Qian Daoliu was a person who rewarded and punished clearly.
“Serving Spirit Hall and serving the Pope is our honor; we dare not covet rewards.”
Many Healing-type Soul Masters said.
“Spirit Hall rewards and punishes clearly.
If there is merit, there is a reward.
Just accept what is due to you,” Qian Daoliu said.
“In that case, thank you, My Lord!” Everyone bowed.
“Alright, you may withdraw.” Qian Daoliu waved his hand to signal.
“We take our leave!”
Everyone bowed, retreated a few steps slowly, and then turned and left.
Qian Daoliu stared at the unconscious Qian Xunji and said quietly: “Jier, don’t worry, I will make the decision for you.
Tang Hao…
he cannot escape!”
After Qian Daoliu finished speaking, he thought of his granddaughter Qian Renxue:
“Xiao Xue is still young; she cannot be told that her father is seriously injured, otherwise she might worry about it, and it would be bad if it affected her mood…”
Qian Daoliu thought for a moment and said to himself: “I’d better go see Xiao Xue first.”
“You, take good care of the Pope.
There must not be any mistakes, otherwise, I will hold you accountable!”
Qian Daoliu ordered the palace maids and Saint Emperor Warriors.
He flashed and left the Pope’s sleeping palace.
…
Inside the Saintess Hall.
Just as Qian Daoliu left the Pope’s sleeping palace.
Bibi Dong’s beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and a flash of gloomy light passed through her light purple eyes.
A cruel sneer suddenly hung on the corner of her mouth.
She tried her best to hide her aura and sneaked towards Qian Xunji’s sleeping palace in the dark.
A moment later, Bibi Dong finally arrived in front of Qian Xunji.
She casually cast a Soul Power shield, shrouding herself and Qian Xunji inside.
Looking at the unconscious Qian Xunji on the bed.
Bibi Dong’s eyes were full of hatred, her beautiful face became extremely ferocious in an instant, her heart was full of madness, and she was finally about to get her wish.
“I have waited too long for this moment.
Qian Xunji, go to hell!”
Bibi Dong took out a cold-edged blade from her spirit tool, stabbed it fiercely into Qian Xunji’s heart, and twisted the hilt with both hands a few times.
The unconscious Qian Xunji, under nerve reflex, suddenly suffered a heavy blow to his heart, causing his body to tremble involuntarily, and his entire face wrinkled instantly.
After ten seconds, Qian Xunji completely lost his breath, and Bibi Dong pulled out the blade.
Blood sprayed out instantly.
It splattered onto her face and body.
She was stunned for a moment, staggering back a few steps uncontrollably, her heart suddenly filled with panic and fear, and she could no longer hold the blade, letting it fall to the ground.
But a moment later, Bibi Dong’s heart was filled and replaced by an extremely strong pleasure of revenge.
Her eyes turned red, and her beautiful face was full of extreme madness, hatred, and revenge.
The next moment, Bibi Dong released her second Martial Soul, the Soul Eating Spider Emperor.
A ferocious and ugly giant spider instantly appeared behind Bibi Dong.
The giant spider’s abdomen was as huge as a sphere, covered with velvet as sharp as steel needles, its ugly mouthparts dripping with dark green saliva, and its eight spider legs were as sharp as knives, constantly waving up and down.
“Martial Soul Possession!”
Bibi Dong shouted, and the Soul Eating Spider Emperor Martial Soul directly attached to her body.
After the Martial Soul Possession.
Bibi Dong’s body was suddenly covered with purple-black spider armor, and her head was also covered by a spider head.
Her face was covered by a carapace, and two pairs of small spider eyes grew under her eyes.
Her long, straight, white legs disappeared and turned into a huge sphere.
Eight spider legs extended from her back one by one, shaking up and down constantly, and the spider legs were covered with green mucus, dripping on the ground with a sizzling sound.
At this moment, Bibi Dong looked like a giant, extremely terrifying and ugly poisonous spider.
Bibi Dong controlled the eight spider legs, raised them high, and then fell quickly.
Puff, puff, puff!
The eight spider legs stabbed into Qian Xunji’s body one after another.
The Soul Eating Spider Emperor’s devouring attribute was instantly activated.
All the vitality and Soul Power of Qian Xunji’s body were continuously transmitted to Bibi Dong through the spider legs.
Before long.
Qian Xunji was devoured without a drop left.
His body was gone, leaving only his clothes and two golden-shining Angel God leg Soul Bones on the bed.
Bibi Dong’s aura was also constantly increasing.