All of You, Come at Me Together

Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the others exchanged glances, their minds already made up.

Since Qin Tian wanted a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring for his sixth ring, he had the ambition to do so; as his elders, how could they let him down?

The Titan Giant Ape was considered the King of the Forest in the eyes of others, an incredibly powerful existence, but to them, it was merely prey that could be hunted at any time.

The King of the Forest, the Titan Giant Ape, and the Emperor of the Forest, the Sky Azure Bull Python, were two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts that were rarely seen apart, but so what?

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had combat power comparable to a Super Douluo, but one must not forget that the weakest among them was a Peak Douluo; what difficulty could there be in hunting them?

"Little Tian, since you have made your decision, your teacher will say no more. Come find me once you have prepared yourself."

Qin Tian nodded solemnly upon hearing Qian Daoliu's words.

"Yes, Teacher!"

After Qian Daoliu and the others departed, Tian Yao and the others gathered around, their eyes filled with reverence as they looked at Qin Tian.

"Brother Tian, this is too terrifying, isn't it? You want a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring for your sixth soul ring. Does that mean your seventh, eighth, and ninth soul rings will all need to be Hundred-Thousand-Year rings too?"

"Good heavens, with four Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, who on this continent could possibly be Brother Tian's opponent?"

Qin Tian smiled indifferently at their remarks.

"Enough, all of you go back and cultivate properly. We set off for Heaven Dou City in two days."

"This trip is to travel the continent. Although your strength is not weak, you are only high-level Soul Ancestors. There are many people stronger than you, and I do not wish for any harm to come to any of you."

Tian Yao and the others looked at each other and couldn't help but pout upon hearing Qin Tian's words.

At their age, having the strength of high-level Soul Ancestors was enough to prove their talent, and they naturally had their own pride.

Separately, they were merely high-level Soul Ancestors, but if the six of them joined forces, they could even put up a fight against a Soul Emperor.

On this continent, a Soul Emperor was already considered a powerhouse; ninety-nine percent of soul masters could never reach the Soul Emperor realm.

Qin Tian stopped looking at them and headed toward his own small courtyard.

Back in the courtyard, Qin Tian began his cultivation, compressing the soul power within his body.

Seeing this, Ling Yuan Douluo walked over to a chair in the courtyard, sat down, and watched Qin Tian in silence as he cultivated.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

Qin Tian opened his eyes, a flicker of light flashing through them.

"Whew!"

"The time has come. I certainly cannot keep Teacher and the others waiting."

"Hu Liena, I hope you do not disappoint me."

With those words, Qin Tian stood up and walked toward the outside.

At the grand Martial Arts Arena of Martial Soul Hall, a considerable number of people had already arrived.

The weakest among those present today were at the Soul Saint realm, and there were quite a few Soul Douluos; even the Title Douluos, who were rarely seen in the past, had all made an appearance.

"A battle for the position of Holy Son, a life-and-death struggle; I wonder who will emerge victorious."

Ghost Leopard Douluo looked at the empty arena, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Hmph!"

"Do you really think the Pope's disciple can defeat the Grand Pontiff's disciple?"

"Hu Liena wants to become the Holy Maiden, but on what grounds? Not to mention the Grand Pontiff would disagree, I disagree as well."

"The Holy Maiden can only be the Young Master. As for the Holy Son, since Qin Tian is the Grand Pontiff's disciple, it wouldn't be impossible for him to take the title."

Demon Bear Douluo spoke with disdain, holding Hu Liena in very low regard.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo frowned slightly at these words, but they remained silent after glancing at Demon Bear Douluo.

None of them had ever met Qin Tian, and no one knew just how strong he was.

They only knew that the Grand Pontiff had taken a disciple a few years ago named Qin Tian; beyond that, everything else remained unknown.

As time slowly passed, three figures walked over from the distance.

These three figures were none other than Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan.

After arriving at the arena, the three of them frowned as they looked at the empty space.

"Qin Tian hasn't arrived yet. Could it be that he's afraid to fight?"

"Yan, don't talk nonsense. Qin Tian is the Grand Pontiff's disciple."

Hu Liena remained silent, waiting quietly as she listened to Xie Yue and Yan.

Accompanied by Ling Yuan Douluo, Qin Tian arrived at the arena at a steady, unhurried pace. He looked at the three figures on the stage with a calm expression.

His gaze swept across the surroundings of the arena, and seeing the many people present, he understood the situation immediately.

The reason there were so many people present for this battle was likely because Bibi Dong was prepared to officially appoint Hu Liena as the Holy Maiden the moment she won.

"Her Holiness the Pope has arrived!"

As Bibi Dong appeared, everyone stood up and bowed in respect.

"Greetings, Pope!"

Bibi Dong swept her gaze across the arena, then let out a light, indifferent "En."

Qin Tian watched Bibi Dong; this was his first time seeing her. He saw that she wore the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, her brilliant golden gown shimmering with precious light. She held a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless gemstones, her skin fair and her features near perfect.

Noble, elegant, serene.

Qin Tian withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her, instead focusing on his own breathing and waiting calmly.

Qian Daoliu led Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others to the Martial Arts Arena, and everyone rose to salute when they saw Qian Daoliu.

Bibi Dong glanced at Qian Daoliu, then looked down at Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, signaling him with her eyes.

Receiving Bibi Dong's signal, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stood up immediately, his voice carried by his soul power into the ears of everyone in the arena.

"The match begins!"

Hu Liena and Qin Tian stood facing each other, sizing one another up.

Qin Tian looked at Hu Liena, but after a brief glance, he lost interest.

"Hu Liena, martial soul Demon Fox, level 37 control-system Soul Elder."

Qin Tian turned his gaze toward Xie Yue and Yan not far away and spoke indifferently.

"Hu Liena, you are no match for me. Have them come up together."

Hearing Qin Tian's words, the hot-tempered Yan spoke up immediately.

"High and mighty, wanting to take on three by yourself? Don't think that just because you're the Grand Pontiff's disciple, no one can defeat you."

Bibi Dong listened to Qin Tian's words, her eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of scrutiny.

"Grand Pontiff, your disciple is quite arrogant. To take on three—does he have the ability?"

"Bibi Dong, young people have their own ideas, don't you think?"

Bibi Dong listened to Qian Daoliu's words, and she already had her answer.

If Qin Tian could suggest that Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan all come up together, it meant he truly did not hold Hu Liena in high regard.

If she remembered correctly, Qin Tian was only twelve this year. Even if he had Innate Full Soul Power and had cultivated for six years, gaining four levels a year, he would at most be at the Soul Elder realm.

For Qin Tian to say such arrogant words, could it be that he truly had some trump card, or perhaps, the old man had given him a spirit bone?

The more she thought about it, the colder Bibi Dong's eyes became.

Qin Tian, however, did not care about the thoughts of others, nor did he look at Hu Liena's expression, instead scrutinizing Xie Yue and Yan.

"If you two do not step onto the field, Hu Liena will definitely lose this fight. If she loses, you know better than I what she stands to lose."

Xie Yue and Yan heard Qin Tian's words and exchanged a glance, already eager to try.

Three against one might be shameful, but as long as they could win, what did a little bit of infamy matter?

Thinking of this, both of them looked toward the high platform, waiting for Bibi Dong's decision.