Douluo: Return of the Killing Star, Starting with a Reckoning for Bibi Dong

However, Bibi Dong is now the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, and she has already won the hearts of the people. If Bibi Dong were to die, Martial Soul Hall would surely face massive turmoil.

Furthermore, it was his own son who had forcibly taken Bibi Dong back then... This was a debt their Martial Soul Hall owed to her.

Regardless of anything else, he could not let Xiao Xue grow up without a mother.

Therefore, Bibi Dong cannot die.

He had swallowed his pride and endured all these years; now, he would continue to endure.

He would bury this secret deep within his heart and never speak of it again.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xun'an and continued, "Back then, in order to obtain a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, your elder brother..."

Qian Daoliu began to recount the story of how Qian Xunji hunted down Tang Hao and the Blue Silver Emperor.

After Qian Daoliu finished speaking, Qian Xun'an understood the cause and effect of it all.

It seemed that the root of all this was that man, Tang Hao.

Qian Xun'an did not care about fairness or justice, nor did he care about right or wrong. He only knew that since Tang Hao killed his elder brother, he would seek revenge against him!

"Tang Hao, is it? One day, I will personally avenge my elder brother."

Qian Xun'an said coldly.

Immediately, he looked at Qian Daoliu and continued to ask, "But why did you hand over Martial Soul Hall to Bibi Dong?"

"This Martial Soul Hall is the foundation our Qian family has built over so many years. How could you hand it over to an outsider? As far as I know, she even intends to pass our foundation down to that trash of a Saintess. That girl isn't even a member of our Qian family!"

Qian Xun'an had encountered Hu Liena at the city gate. Not only was her strength mediocre, but she was also sharp-tongued and mean-spirited. Did such a person deserve to inherit the foundation of their Martial Soul Hall?

Regarding this, Qian Xun'an was deeply puzzled.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xun'an and said, "Back then, I had no other choice. You had gone missing, and your elder brother had passed away."

"Bibi Dong possessed great strength and had become a Titled Douluo; she was the most suitable person to inherit the position of Pope."

"Then you could have taken back the power of Martial Soul Hall, couldn't you?" Qian Xun'an pressed.

Qian Daoliu shook his head and said, "Xun'an, I am old. I no longer wish to concern myself with such matters."

"Besides, this is also a debt our Qian family owes your sister-in-law. Handing Martial Soul Hall to her can be considered a form of compensation," Qian Daoliu said slowly.

Qian Xun'an looked at his father in disbelief. He had not expected his father, Qian Daoliu, to have such a weak character!

"A debt? Compensation?" Qian Xun'an looked at his father and said calmly, "Father, you once said that everything she possesses was given to her by our Martial Soul Hall. I do not believe we owe her anything."

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xun'an and shook his head. "Your elder brother did indeed commit some wrongs back then; that is the debt we owe her."

"Although Bibi Dong is very ambitious, she is still single-mindedly devoted to the development of our Martial Soul Hall."

"In the years since she took office, our Martial Soul Hall has indeed seen excellent growth."

"An'er, now that you have returned, although the position of Pope should have been yours, things have reached this point. I still advise you not to think about fighting for the papal throne."

"After all, rather than internal strife, our Martial Soul Hall should be united and stand together against outsiders!"

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xun'an and continued.

Qian Xun'an understood from Qian Daoliu's words that he had originally thought his father would support him unconditionally, no matter what he did.

He had not expected his father to be worried about him competing for the papal throne.

To be honest, it was just a seat; Qian Xun'an did not care about it at all. He only cared about his family.

However, his father's words left him feeling cold.

"Bibi Dong is very strong and possesses great leadership skills. Therefore, I hope you will assist her more and let our Martial Soul Hall continue to prosper!"

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xun'an and continued.

Qian Xun'an looked at his father and said calmly, "Because my elder brother owed her, we must hand over the thousands of years of our Qian family's foundation to her, only for her to hand it over to someone else?"

"Sigh!"

Qian Daoliu let out a sigh, then looked at Qian Xun'an and said, "Come with me!"

Qian Xun'an nodded and followed Qian Daoliu.

The two arrived in a grand hall. In the center of the hall stood a massive statue of an Angel. This statue was ten meters tall, and its solemn and majestic posture commanded immediate respect.

The Angel statue's face was elegant and dignified, with clearly defined facial features that seemed to reveal a hint of mysterious wisdom. Its eyes were wide open, filled with a sharp radiance as if they could see through everything in the world.

The statue wore a magnificent crown inlaid with sparkling gemstones, reflecting a dazzling light. The long hair beneath the crown cascaded down like a waterfall, exuding a tranquil and sacred aura.

Qian Daoliu looked at the Angel statue and said, "Xun'an, do you know what the purpose of our Martial Soul Hall is?"

Qian Xun'an did not answer. At this moment, Qian Daoliu looked at the statue before him with devotion and continued, "The meaning of our Martial Soul Hall's existence is to maintain order and peace on the continent."

"Our Qian family are the descendants of the Angel. What we must do is guide the world toward the light; therefore, we must pursue justice!"

"The Angel is inclusive and benevolent. She yearns for peace, so we must bring peace to the continent, not war!"

Qian Daoliu stood beneath the Angel statue and spoke.

Hearing this, Qian Xun'an naturally understood what his father meant. He was worried that he would fight with Bibi Dong for the papal throne, so he wanted to warn him not to compete.

However, having grown up in that cruel world since childhood, Qian Xun'an understood one truth.

That is, this world is not black and white; it is a place where the weak are prey to the strong, and the powerful are supreme.

His father, Qian Daoliu, relied on his Angel bloodline and had been pampered like the moon surrounded by stars since he was young. Having never suffered much in the Douluo Continent, he had developed such thoughts and persisted in such beliefs.

If he had been in that small world where he had once accidentally wandered, he would have died long ago had he possessed even a shred of mercy.

Even in this Douluo Continent, it is exactly the same.

The weak are prey to the strong, and the powerful are supreme.

Those who are powerful can stand here and sing praises to ideals and beliefs.

Yet, for those who aren't even spirit masters, who knows how many are slaughtered like stray dogs by spirit masters, or used as rations by powerful spirit beasts...

In this world, only the strong can survive.

All history is written by the victors.

Back then, Qian Xun'an's talent was originally better than his older brother Qian Xunji's, and he had been the designated Holy Son. In other words, if he hadn't gone missing, the position of Pope should have been his.

Furthermore, he wasn't necessarily obsessed with seizing the position of Pope; if the position belonged to his older brother, his father, or anyone from the Qian family, he would have had no complaints.

But now, the position of Pope is in the hands of Bibi Dong, and she has even chosen an outsider of unknown origin as the Holy Maiden, intending to pass the position of Pope to her in the future. He cannot accept this.

Qian Xun'an looked at Qian Daoliu calmly and then spoke: "Father, I respect your thoughts."

Hearing Qian Xun'an say this, Qian Daoliu nodded with some satisfaction and said: "It is good that you understand."

"However..." Qian Xun'an changed the subject and continued: "I do not agree with your thoughts. Martial Soul Hall is the foundation passed down by our Qian ancestors for generations. For thousands of years, Martial Soul Hall has belonged to the Qian family. I will not stand by and watch Martial Soul Hall be controlled by an outsider!"

At this moment, Qian Daoliu's expression changed. He looked at Qian Xun'an and said: "Xun'an, why don't you understand? What good will it do for you to fight with Bibi Dong?

Regardless of who wins or loses, both sides will suffer, and it will only deplete the overall strength of our Martial Soul Hall!"

Qian Xun'an sneered immediately, looked at Qian Daoliu, and said: "Both sides suffer? Hmph, Father, you have felt my pressure; do you think that Bibi Dong has the qualifications to injure me?

As for depleting the overall strength of Martial Soul Hall, as long as I am here for one day, I can protect Martial Soul Hall for one day. As long as I am here for a year, I can protect Martial Soul Hall for a year.

Even facing those two great mountains, the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, I, Qian Xun'an, am enough!"

"Xun'an, you..." Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xun'an and said: "Are you going to defy the ancestral teachings of our Angel clan?"

Qian Xun'an shook his head, looked at Qian Daoliu, and said: "Ancestral teachings? Father, stop being so naive. This world is, by nature, a world where the weak are prey to the strong and the powerful are supreme.

Your so-called justice and indebtedness are nothing more than excuses for your own cowardice."

"You..." Qian Daoliu looked at the Qian Xun'an before him, feeling somewhat incredulous.

Qian Xun'an looked at his father, Qian Daoliu, and spoke: "Father, rest assured. Now that I have returned, what you dare not do, I will do! What you cannot achieve, I will achieve!

I will lead Martial Soul Hall toward true power!"

After finishing his words, Qian Xun'an looked at his father and said: "By the way, as for my older brother's cause of death, I will also investigate it clearly. I will avenge him with my own hands!"

Having said that, Qian Xun'an turned and left.

Qian Daoliu watched Qian Xun'an's retreating figure. He stared at his back, feeling lost, wondering if Xun'an's return was ultimately a blessing or a curse for Martial Soul Hall!

In the darkness, Bibi Dong sat in the quiet secret chamber and began to cultivate.

A purple light gradually emerged on Bibi Dong's body. The purple light grew increasingly intense, and a purple halo with a diameter of over a foot surrounded her, forming a circle of strange patterns. Those patterns released a faint glow, causing her cultivation to increase rapidly.

The purple aura began to gradually merge into her body. Bibi Dong slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened her eyes abruptly. Purple light bloomed within them, radiating brilliance.

At this moment, Bibi Dong restrained her aura and recalled what had happened today.

She sat in the secret chamber and muttered: "This Qian Xun'an, he just had to return at this time.

However, I don't care what your background is. If you dare to interfere with my Godly Trial, I will make you disappear at any cost!"