Facing Qian Xunji

"Why would you say that, Pope? I heard that Spirit Hall was a sacred land for Soul Masters, and the Angel Inheritance was renowned throughout the world, so I came here specifically to pay my respects.

"How did that become a crime in your eyes, Pope? Could it be that, to you, the Martial Soul Sacred Land is nothing but a joke, and even the Angel God is unworthy of reverence?"

Wu Xian gave a salute and looked at Qian Xunji with slight astonishment.

Qian Xunji's expression darkened. Naturally, he did not dare answer that.

If he really dared admit it, his old man, Qian Daoliu, would definitely teach him what it meant to be vigorous even in old age.

He sneered. "Hmph, what a sharp tongue. You dared disrespect the Martial Soul Hall Saintess in broad daylight, before countless witnesses. Is that not a grave crime?"

"Pope, you cannot make such accusations carelessly. When did I ever disrespect the Saintess? That was clearly just a greeting between friends who had not seen each other in a long time."

"If you do not believe me, Pope, you may ask the Chrysanthemum Ghost Two Deacons. The Saintess and I are close friends."

As he spoke, Wu Xian pointed at the Chrysanthemum Ghost Duo beside him, who were pretending to be dead.

The two of them shuddered inwardly upon hearing this.

No, please. When gods fight, do not drag us into it.

Qian Xunji had no need to ask. When the Ju Gui Steward had returned last time, they had already informed him in exhaustive detail that the Saintess had gone out and made a friend.

At first, he had been rather pleased that Bibi Dong had finally made a friend.

But seeing Bibi Dong's hesitant expression, pleased his ass. The daughter he had painstakingly raised was about to be stolen away by some pig.

Seeing that he could gain no advantage with words, Qian Xunji immediately rose from the Pope's Grand Throne.

Since reason would not work, he would start teaching some physics instead.

A golden angel phantom rose behind him, then slowly stepped forward.

With every step, a Soul Ring rose beneath his feet.

By the ninth step, two yellow, two purple, and five black Soul Rings—nine in total—were circling his body.

The powerful Titled Douluo Aura instantly filled the entire Pope's Palace.

Even the Chrysanthemum Ghost Duo standing solemnly to the side felt their breathing grow labored and their bodies become heavy.

They could not help thinking that the Pope's strength was still as formidable as ever.

Then Qian Xunji's majestic voice rang out. "Boy, since you claim to have come to Spirit Hall to pay your respects, let This Pope properly instruct you. Lest you say that Spirit City has treated its guest poorly."

It was coming. As expected, they were still going to fight.

His heart leaping with excitement, he was just about to accept the challenge.

But from the corner of his eye, he saw Bibi Dong take a step forward, as though she wanted to say something.

Wu Xian hurriedly grabbed her and said softly, "Let me handle this. If you speak now, you will only make your teacher angrier."

Bibi Dong nodded at his words and stepped back again.

And the way the two of them behaved made Qian Xunji look at Wu Xian even more as if he were Blondie.

He forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly, "Boy, you claim you came to pay your respects. Do not tell me you do not even dare accept This Pope's guidance?"

"Of course not. Since Pope is in such high spirits, how could I refuse your kind intentions?"

The moment his words fell, Wu Xian showed no fear in the face of Qian Xunji's aura.

He stepped forward. His Martial Soul transformed into a Martial Dao Metal Sword suspended behind him, while six Soul Rings—Two Purple Two Black and two red—appeared.

A powerful aura collided head-on with Qian Xunji's.

"Oh." At that sight, an exclamation suddenly came from behind the Pope's Palace.

Qian Xunji froze for a moment before immediately regaining his composure.

He had seen this situation on his father before.

If Wu Xian did not possess Twin Martial Souls, then there was only one possibility: he was a Divine Successor or a Divine Attendant.

Judging by Wu Xian's circumstances, he was most likely a Divine Successor.

No wonder this brat was so arrogant. It seemed the identity of a Divine Successor had made him a little full of himself.

It appeared he needed to let Wu Xian understand that no matter how talented someone was, they still had to grow before they could truly be called a genius.

Only the Chrysanthemum Ghost Duo stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, one that defied all common sense, unable to believe it.

Bibi Dong also found it somewhat unimaginable. A few days ago, he had only been a Soul Ancestor.

How had he surged to become a Six-Ring Soul Emperor in just a few days, and even gained two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?

"Boy, do not think that becoming a Divine Successor means you can look down on everyone in the world."

Qian Xunji lightly struck the ground with his scepter, drawing everyone's attention back.

The people in the hall also realized that even though Wu Xian possessed two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, the gap in strength was simply too great. He still could not possibly defeat Qian Xunji.

But Wu Xian paid no attention to what the others thought. He could not wait to use Qian Xunji to test his own strength.

"Pope, let us fight in the sky."

Qian Xunji found it somewhat laughable. He possessed the Angel Martial Soul; the sky was his home ground.

Besides, how could a mere Soul Emperor dare suggest fighting in the sky?

Seeing that explaining would not help, Wu Xian spread his hand, and his Space Domain instantly unfolded, enveloping everyone present along with the entire Spirit Hall.

Then, using the domain, he pulled Qian Xunji with him and teleported outside the hall.

Only after arriving outside did Qian Xunji react.

When he saw Wu Xian flying toward the sky, he finally realized that Wu Xian's earlier words had not been empty boasts.

His Angel Martial Soul instantly possessed him. Wings spread from his back as he pursued Wu Xian.

Qian Daoliu, who had been observing in secret, watched the two fly into the sky, and the amusement in his eyes vanished.

After all, this was an ability related to space.

On the Douluo Continent, only those with a Spatial Martial Soul or Limit Douluo could touch upon abilities related to space.

Moreover, being able to pull a Titled Douluo outside Spirit Hall through space, even by catching him off guard, meant that this Spatial Ability could not be underestimated.

Fortunately, he seemed to bear no ill intent. Otherwise, he would not have deliberately pulled Qian Xunji away from Spirit Hall.

If they really smashed Spirit Hall to pieces, Spirit Hall's reputation would be utterly ruined.

He raised his head and turned his attention to the heavens. At this moment, Wu Xian and Qian Xunji stood facing each other in the sky.

At last, Qian Xunji began to take Wu Xian seriously. Given Wu Xian's strength, even as a Titled Douluo, he might not be able to win easily.

At the very least, if Wu Xian wanted to flee, Qian Xunji believed he would be unable to catch him. Spatial Ability was simply that unreasonable.

But now, he would let Wu Xian know that Spirit Hall's Angel Martial Soul had not earned its reputation for nothing.

The first and fifth Soul Rings circling his body lit up, and an Angel Sacred Sword condensed in his hand.

The Angel Wings behind him beat once. Angel Thrust!

Qian Xunji charged toward Wu Xian at tremendous speed.

Wu Xian clenched the air, and the Flying Swords behind him swiftly converged, ultimately forming a Metal Longsword.

His first Soul Ring lit up. A golden radiance spread across the longsword, which then shot toward Qian Xunji like lightning.

With a crisp metallic clang, shockwaves scattered in every direction.