Ye Tianhun merely raised a finger slightly, and a faint black ripple instantly cut off Qian Daoliu's path.
"Impossible!"
Qian Daoliu let out a despairing cry. Having one god lying in wait for Spirit Hall was already absurd enough, yet now a second god had appeared. What had Spirit Hall done to provoke two such divine beings in succession?
Yet fighting back desperately in the face of despair was the glory of human nature.
At that moment, Qian Daoliu mobilized the last of the Divine Power bestowed upon him by the Angel God and unleashed his Soul Skills with all his strength, trying to shatter the barrier before him.
But it was destined to be futile.
Ye Tianhun flicked his finger again, and Qian Daoliu was instantly suppressed onto the ground. However, Ye Tianhun did not touch Qian Renxue, leaving her standing there in bewilderment.
Ye Tianhun sighed softly. "Mother, you actually let a mere group of Titled Douluo slip through your grasp. That is rather inexcusable. If Father recovers, I think he may laugh at you along with that woman."
Bibi Dong smiled awkwardly. There was no helping it—Ye Wen seemed far too delectable to her at the moment, clouding most of her mind.
Besides, asking a God King to restrain her strength just enough to suppress a group of Titled Douluo without killing them was no less difficult for her than asking an elephant to step over an ant without crushing it.
Bibi Dong coughed lightly to ease her embarrassment, then sealed the Soul Power of the Worship Hall elders present. "Sorry to trouble you, Hun'er. I have not been in the best state lately, so I will leave the rest to you. Without affecting your father, try to make them cooperate with us as much as possible.