Beibei's Anger: What Do You Mean, "Where Did This Mixed Breed Come From?"

Lu Jing felt his chest tighten under the sudden burst of pressure from Qian Daoliu. Seeing the other man's face darken instantly, he was completely baffled.

"Is... is there a problem?" he asked with a frown, unable to understand how one casual remark had provoked such a huge reaction from this mysterious strong person.

Spirit Hall had been gone for a long time. Wasn't that something everyone on Douluo Continent knew?

If this had been shortly after Spirit Hall's destruction, it would have been understandable. After all, Spirit Hall had been rooted in Douluo Continent for Ten Thousand Years, its influence spread across the entire continent. It was only natural that some people and forces would refuse to accept its downfall. But the problem was, it had been a whole damn Ten Thousand Years.

There were still people who couldn't accept it? Seriously?

Qian Daoliu stared at him with golden eyes, his tone carrying an unquestionable Sense of Oppression. "Why did you say, 'if Spirit Hall were still around'? Spirit Hall stands perfectly well at the center of the continent right now, maintaining order in the Soul Master World. How could it be gone?"

As Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined and the Angel God's representative in the Mortal Realm, he had finally taken a trip outside with his granddaughter to happily obtain her third Soul Ring. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to hear something so utterly shocking.

"What?"

Lu Jing was completely dumbfounded, wondering if he had misheard. He instinctively looked at Beibei, the Man in Black, and Wang Dong'er, only to find all three frowning deeply, their faces full of confusion.

Dude, had this guy just woken up or something?

Hearing this, Beibei could not help speaking up. "Senior, have you remembered incorrectly? Spirit Hall was destroyed by the alliance of the Two Great Empires Ten Thousand Years Ago. Now, only the four great empires of Heaven Soul, Dou Ling, Star Luo, and Sun Moon stand on the continent. Where is there any Spirit Hall?"

The Man in Black nodded in agreement. "That's right. The History Books state it clearly. Spirit Hall's last Pope, Bibi Dong, was slain by Ancestor Tang San, while the Angel God, Qian Renxue, vanished as well. From that day onward, Spirit Hall completely disappeared into the river of history."

The expressions of Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue, and Yu Yuanzhen changed completely.

Especially Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue.

At that moment, the air pressure around Qian Daoliu was frighteningly low, while stormy waves surged in his golden eyes. The girl beside him was Qian Renxue, alive and well. How had she become the Angel God who had vanished without a trace?

As for Bibi Dong, though she was ambitious, she was still holding down the fort at Spirit Hall. Where had this "slain" nonsense come from?

And who the hell was Ancestor Tang San? He had never even heard of such a person in the Soul Master World.

Qian Renxue clenched her fists tightly, gritting her silver teeth. Every word these people spoke stabbed into her heart like a needle—Spirit Hall destroyed? She had fallen? It was utter nonsense, completely fabricated.

And why did this person say she was the Angel God? Where had that information come from? How could even she herself not know about it?

Yu Yuanzhen was also stunned. Though he differed from Spirit Hall politically, he knew just how powerful Spirit Hall currently was. How could it possibly have been destroyed Ten Thousand Years Ago? What nonsense were these people spouting?

"You..." Qian Daoliu's voice trembled almost imperceptibly as he asked, "You said Spirit Hall was destroyed Ten Thousand Years Ago?"

Lu Jing nodded, his tone certain. "Yeah, it has been over ten thousand years. It's even written in children's introductory textbooks now. Haven't you read them?"

Watching the reactions of Qian Daoliu and the other two, he suddenly had an absurd thought—could these people have come from some isolated mountain backwater? Did they not even know this basic history?

Qian Daoliu did not ask any more about Spirit Hall. Instead, his gaze suddenly turned toward Lu Jing—or, more precisely, toward the dark power faintly circulating around him.

A genius capable of suppressing the holy light of the Six-Winged Angel and absorbing a Soul Ring had to be recruited into Spirit Hall.

He suddenly looked at Yu Yuanzhen and asked in a deep voice, "Jade Sect Master, is this boy's Martial Soul your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"

Yu Yuanzhen froze, then quickly gave Beibei a careful look.

He found that Beibei did indeed possess the traits of a dragon-type Martial Soul. In particular, the Lightning Power that occasionally leaked from him was extremely similar to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

"This..."

Yu Yuanzhen frowned and said in confusion, "It looks similar, but not quite. Our clan's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul has always been pure and domineering. There has never been one containing Light Aura. And... I have never seen this child before. There is no such person in the clan either."

He had led the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for many years. No matter how gifted or ungifted a clan member was, he had seen them all. There was no way he could have missed a youth with a dragon-type Martial Soul.

The only one who might possibly possess Light Aura was his own son, Yu Xiaogang. But that person's Martial Soul had taken an external form.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Beibei for a moment. "It truly isn't a pure Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. It seems to have... mutated."

As he listened to the two men talk, Beibei instinctively released his Martial Soul. Blue-violet lightning gathered in his palm, vaguely taking the shape of a dragon claw. Yet a faint golden glow shimmered along the claw's edges, carrying a holy aura.

"Yes."

Beibei nodded and explained, "This junior's Martial Soul is the Holy Dragon of Light, mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."

"Holy Dragon of Light?"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened. He stepped forward and stared fixedly at Beibei's Martial Soul, his tone filled with incredulous fury. "How could the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon mutate into something like this? Who are your parents? Where did this mixed breed come from?!"

The world's number one Beast Martial Soul had always relied on absorbing Lightning Power to restrain enemies and evil forces, yet one day it had suddenly turned into a light attribute similar to the Six-Winged Angel. No one could accept that right away.

The words "mixed breed" struck Beibei across the face like a slap.

His face instantly flushed red, fury shooting straight to his head—what did he mean, mixed breed? His Holy Dragon of Light Martial Soul was the result of his clan's efforts over Ten Thousand Years. It had originated from Yu Xiaogang's mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul and was the pride of Shrek Academy. How had it become a "mixed breed" in this man's mouth?

Beibei clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his flesh. He recalled Yu Xiaogang's experiences—regarded by the clan as having a "useless Martial Soul" all his life, suffering endless cold stares, only to be acknowledged in his later years. And now, he too was being insulted by someone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Though he did not know the man before him, it was not hard to tell that he was an owner of the orthodox Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.

Humiliation and fury surged through Beibei's heart. He could barely suppress the Lightning Power within his body, wanting nothing more than to rush forward and beat up the old man in front of him.

"Teacher, can you beat him?"

Though the thought was a good one, Beibei knew very well that with his strength alone, he could never be this man's match.

The Man in Black did not answer, but sometimes, not answering was already an answer.