Spirit Hall, Pope's Palace.
The moment Bibi Dong saw the name "Qian Renxue," her delicate body, once brimming with killing intent and coldness, trembled ever so slightly.
An immensely complex, indecipherable light flashed through her deep phoenix eyes.
There was bone-deep hatred, fleeting pain, and icy estrangement.
Yet in the deepest, darkest part of them, there seemed to be a trace of a mother's stirring emotion—something even she herself refused to acknowledge.
She swiftly reined in all her emotions and resumed the lofty majesty of the Pope.
Only, the knuckles of the hand gripping her scepter had turned even whiter.
As she looked at "level 61" and "third place," she felt little joy. Instead, an inexplicable irritation rose within her.
Even Xue'er... could only rank third?
Worship Hall.
The instant Qian Daoliu saw his granddaughter's name, a pleased and proud smile finally appeared on his face, which had always been calm as a still well.
But when he clearly saw the ranking of "Third," that smile abruptly froze.
His brows furrowed tightly, like a lock being twisted shut.
"Third... How could she be third?"
His heart was filled with confusion and a trace of solemnity.
"Xue'er was born with Innate Level 20 full soul power, possesses the Six-winged Angel Martial Soul, is a Soul Emperor, and is the inheritor chosen by the Angel God... In this world, are there actually two people whose talent surpasses hers?"
His gaze seemed to pierce through the hall's roof as he stared fixedly at the Sky Screen.
Who exactly were the top two?
Could it be that, besides the God of Angels, inheritors of other deities had also appeared in this world?
An unprecedented sense of urgency and danger lingered in the heart of this Limit Douluo.
Heaven Dou Empire, within a