Declaration of War

In the Douluo Hall, many people wore amused expressions.

All the Titled Douluo who came to observe the ceremony adopted a wait-and-see attitude.

At this moment, Qian Xunji was at the center of the oppressive aura, and his feelings were the clearest, causing him great shock.

"Level 96? How is that possible! How long has he been at the Title Realm? Even if his Ninth Soul Ring is 100,000 years old, his Soul Power should not have reached Level 96!"

"Sea God Douluo, what do you mean by this?"

Qian Xunji's expression darkened, and he asked in a cold voice.

Almost as soon as he spoke, several figures quickly gathered around him, forming a protective formation.

Five Titled Douluo the Spirit Hall — Snake Lance, Pufferfish, Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, and Ling Yuan —appeared together and released their Soul Power, which was enough to withstand Xia Yang's overwhelming aura.

Xia Yang's gaze swept over the five people, and he understood.

Today, neither Chrysanthemum Douluo nor Ghost Douluo are around Qian Xunji.

It seems that, because of his relationship with them, Qian Xunji has become suspicious of the two of them and no longer fully trusts them.

"Xia Yang, what do you want to do?"

Qian Xunji's tone grew increasingly cold. He never expected that Xia Yang would dare to openly pressure him in front of the Spirit Hall Holy City and all the powerful figures in the world.

What do I want to do?

Xia Yang stopped and faced Qian Xunji from a distance, his voice carrying clearly to every corner.

"It's time to settle the score between us after all these years of grievances."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Yang's Soul Power surged again, making the oppressive feeling even stronger.

Yellow, purple, black, purple, black, red, red, black, red!

Nine Spirit Ring rose one after another from beneath Xia Yang's feet.

The unusual combination of Spirit Ring, especially the three vibrant, ten-thousand-year-old red Spirit Ring, caused an uproar of gasps in the square when they came into view.

Even the most knowledgeable Titled Douluo were filled with shock and disbelief.

Snake Lance Douluo and the others had solemn expressions. Only by linking their Soul Power could they barely stabilize their position and stand up to Xia Yang's momentum.

"Xia Yang, don't go too far!"

Qian Xunji his anger, Qian Xunji shouted, "I haven't even settled the score with you for taking my Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in the Star Dou Great Forest not long ago!"

"You still hold grudges about those old grievances?"

"Old grudges? A little?"

Xia Yang's eyes flashed with a cold light as he said, "Qian Xunji, it seems you really have forgotten."

"Back then, you forced me to kneel, forcibly separated me from Bibi Dong, and afterwards even sent people to hunt me down, trying to kill me!"

"In your eyes, are these just 'old grudges'?"

"So what? You're standing right here, perfectly fine."

Qian Xunji retorted sharply, "Besides, how can these old, trivial matters be compared to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"

"Good, very good."

Xia Yang laughed in his extreme anger.

However, his voice calmed down, but it also revealed an even more chilling coldness.

"Qian Xunji, today, I will only give you two choices."

"Either you kneel down and apologize to me in public."

"Either we fight it out and settle everything with our strength!"

Having said that, Xia Yang said no more. His figure suddenly rose from the ground, transforming into a golden-blue stream of light that shot straight into the sky.

"I'll be waiting for you in heaven, Qian Xunji!"

Xia Yang's clear yet fiercely combative voice echoed like thunder across the sky above Spirit City, lingering for a long time.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, this man is far too arrogant!"

"Please allow us to join forces and take him down!"

"Ghost Leopard Douluo said urgently."

"You want to attack us all at once?"

"Qian Xunji, you're such a coward!"

Before Qian Xunji reply, a deep, clearly sarcastic voice suddenly rang out, drowning out the commotion on the field.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Tang Hao standing with his arms crossed, looking arrogant, in front of the Clear Sky Sect's camp.

"Tang Hao!"

Demon Bear Douluo glared angrily and shouted, "Who doesn't know you're Xia Yang's brother-in-law!"

"Do you intend to openly oppose my Spirit Hall today?"

"I'm just stating the truth."

Tang Hao chuckled, his gaze fixed on Qian Xunji on the high platform, and continued, "Qian Xunji, if you're afraid, you can simply have your elders and retainers swarm you."

"However, if this is the case, how can you, Pope, still have the face to rule the Soul Master World?"

"In my opinion, you should step down and give way to a more capable person as soon as possible, so as not to make a fool of yourself here!"

"You bastard! Tang Hao, do you really think the Clear Sky Sect can stand on equal footing with my Spirit Hall?!"

Snake Lance Douluo was so angry that his hair and beard stood on end.

"Enough!"

Qian Xunji shout interrupted their verbal Verbal battle.

At this moment, his face was ashen, and the anger in his chest had been completely ignited by Tang Hao's mockery.

If the Pope were to back down in the face of the world's strongest men today, or rely on a siege to achieve victory, his prestige would plummet.

"Today, let me settle this with the Sea God Douluo!"

Qian Xunji's gaze was gloomy, and his words were firm and resounding as he said, "I want to see just how much weight your name ' Sea God ' carries!"

"Your Pope, please reconsider!"

The Porcupinefish Douluo lowered his voice and urged urgently, "We can join forces to suppress it; you don't need to risk your life!"

My mind is made up!

Qian Xunji said no more. Suddenly, six pure white wings of light unfurled behind him, and the holy and blazing phantom of his Angel Martial Soul soared into the sky, making him appear as if God had descended to earth.

Then, Qian Xunji flapped his wings and transformed into a holy stream of light, chasing after Xia Yang and disappearing straight into the thick clouds above.

"Quickly! Go to the Worship Hall and invite a few high-ranking officials to come and oversee the proceedings!"

"We absolutely cannot allow anything to happen to His Holiness the Pope!"

Seeing that his attempts to dissuade them were futile, the Porcupinefish Douluo immediately gave instructions to the people around him.

"Holy crap!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo reacted the fastest, his figure blurring as he transformed into a shadowy figure, shooting swiftly towards the direction of the Worship Hall deep within the Spirit Hall.

The other Titled Douluo, along with all the powerful figures who had come to witness the ceremony, also took to the air, using their Soul Skill or their own cultivation to fly towards the clouds above.

Everyone knew that a showdown that would reshape the continent was about to unfold above the cloud-covered sky.

The sky grew increasingly gloomy, and the faint rumble of thunder echoed from the depths of the clouds, as if beating the war drums for the impending battle.

High in the sky, dark clouds rolled in, and flashes of lightning appeared and disappeared.

At this moment, Xia Yang had already unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar.

A Purple Giant, hundreds of meters tall, stands majestically amidst the sea of clouds, its entire body radiating a deep and awe-inspiring light, like an ancient deity resurrected.

In stark contrast is the Angel True Body, with six wings of light spread out and bathed in holy golden light.

Qian Xunji stood between the Angel Phantom's brows, her face as cold as frost.

Two powerful Soul Power collided violently in mid-air, producing a muffled, thunderous roar.