Qian Daoliu Appears to Inquire

It was a pressure that defied description.

If the pressure exerted by Bibi Dong was that of a cold queen, a mixture of slaughter and majesty, then this newly emerged aura was that of a god looking down upon all living beings from above the clouds.

Pure, vast, and divine.

In the face of this aura, whether it was the Titled Douluos of the Pope Palace or the elders of the Elder Hall, all felt themselves as insignificant as dust.

They simultaneously withdrew all their outward-flowing energy, leaning their bodies slightly forward to adopt the most respectful posture.

The killing intent Bibi Dong had directed at Demon Bear Douluo vanished in an instant.

She jerked her head up, looking toward the direction of the Worship Hall, and for the first time, a heavy sense of wariness appeared on her beautiful, eternally frozen face.

A flash of golden light.

An old man in simple golden robes appeared silently upon the high platform.

He looked like a sage with a kind and gentle face, appearing as ordinary as a grandfather from next door.

Yet, behind him, three pairs of snow-white wings slowly unfurled, each feather flowing with divine radiance.

He did not release a single spirit ring; merely by standing there, he became the sole center of the world.

The Great Elder of Martial Soul Hall, a ninety-ninth-level Peerless Douluo, Qian Daoliu.

"Greetings, Great Elder."

Every Titled Douluo present, including the unruly Demon Bear Douluo and the esteemed Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluos, knelt on one knee, right hands pressed to their chests, offering the highest respect to this true pillar of Martial Soul Hall.

Bishop Sino and the surrounding Temple Knights buried their heads deep, their bodies trembling violently from extreme awe.

On the high platform, only three people remained standing.

The Pope Bibi Dong, the Great Elder Qian Daoliu, and Su Chen, who held his twin martial spirits.

The fingers Bibi Dong used to grip her scepter turned slightly white.

Though she did not kneel, she bowed slightly to show respect to the old man.

"Great Elder, why have you come in person?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze seemed to pierce through the void, lingering on no one, falling directly upon Su Chen and the two weapons in his hands.

When his eyes touched the Judgment Holy Sword burning with golden holy fire, his calm, stagnant eyes rippled with intense emotion for the first time.

It was a divine aura of the same origin as his own Six-Winged Angel martial spirit.

In fact, in terms of quality, the purity and nobility of this aura seemed to faintly surpass his own Angel martial spirit.

"What an Ultimate Light, what an Ultimate Fire."

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly; his voice was not loud, yet it resonated like the laws of heaven within the depths of everyone's soul.

He ignored Bibi Dong's question and the God-Slaying Magic Spear in Su Chen's left hand, walking toward Su Chen step by step.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo instinctively wanted to step forward to protect the Pope, only to find their bodies seemingly frozen; under the shroud of Qian Daoliu's aura, moving even a single finger was incredibly difficult.

This was the power of a Peerless Douluo.

One man was enough to suppress the entire scene.

Qian Daoliu walked up to Su Chen, crouched down, and for the first time looked directly at this six-year-old child.

His eyes were gentle and kind, filled with the affection of an elder for a junior.

"Child, do not be afraid. Tell Grandfather, what is the name of the martial spirit in your right hand?"

Qian Daoliu's voice carried a power that calmed the heart.

Su Chen met his gaze calmly.

He could feel the friendly, divine power on the old man attempting to infiltrate his spirit to establish a dominant connection.

But the origin of the god-level martial spirit within him was far too noble to be swayed.

"Judgment Holy Sword."

Su Chen replied indifferently, his tone devoid of the cowardice expected of a child.

"Judgment..." Qian Daoliu chewed on the word repeatedly, the light in his eyes growing brighter, "To judge all evil in the world? Good, a good name."

He reached out a wrinkled hand, intending to touch the holy sword.

Bibi Dong's cold voice rang out at this moment:

"Great Elder, I have already decided to take Su Chen as my personal disciple. He belongs to the Pope Palace."

She could no longer hold back.

She knew the purpose of Qian Daoliu's visit.

This old man valued the inheritance of the Angel martial spirit more than his own life.

The Ultimate Light attribute Su Chen displayed had already touched his most sensitive nerve.

Qian Daoliu's hand stopped in mid-air.

He rose slowly and turned to look at Bibi Dong.

The benevolent smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a look of utter indifference.

"Bibi Dong, you are also a possessor of Twin Martial Souls; you should understand the principle that trying to chew more than one can swallow leads to ruin."

Qian Daoliu's tone was devoid of any emotion. "This child possesses the purest attributes of light and divinity. His Martial Soul shares the same origin as my Angel lineage. Only the Worship Hall can provide him with the best cultivation."

"As for that thing in his left hand," Qian Daoliu glanced at the God-Slaying Magic Spear, a flicker of imperceptible disgust crossing his eyes, "it is merely the dark side born from the emergence of light. Once he returns to the Worship Hall with me and receives the baptism of the Angel Divine Power, I naturally have ways to help him purify this ominous Martial Soul, allowing him to focus solely on the path of the divine."

Upon hearing the word "purify," Su Chen's gaze turned cold in an instant.

Purify?

His God-Slaying Magic Spear was a supreme god-level Martial Soul on par with the Judgment Holy Sword, representing the ultimate darkness and the ultimate destruction.

In this old man's eyes, it had actually become an impurity that needed to be purged?

Bibi Dong let out a cold sneer:

"Purify? Great Worship, have you gone senile? That is another top-tier Martial Soul on the same level as the Judgment Holy Sword. Just because you look down on it doesn't mean it is trash. You only see the sanctity of light, yet you fail to see this child's potential to command darkness."

She stepped forward, locking horns with Qian Daoliu, refusing to yield an inch.

"How treacherous the path of cultivating Twin Martial Souls is, only those who have experienced it personally would know. I can guide him to balance the powers of light and dark, while you would only turn him into a cripple with a limp."

Bibi Dong's words were like blades, piercing straight into Qian Daoliu's weak spot.

Qian Daoliu's expression darkened.

Bibi Dong's words had struck a blind spot in his knowledge.

He had spent his entire life cultivating the Angel Martial Soul, and his understanding of divine power had long reached its zenith, but regarding the cultivation of darkness and Twin Martial Souls, he was indeed ignorant.

"Insolent!"

The figure of the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, appeared not far away. He had arrived long ago but dared not act presumptuously in front of the Great Worship.

"Bibi Dong, watch the tone you use when speaking to the Great Worship!"

Bibi Dong did not even glance at Golden Crocodile Douluo, her gaze remaining locked firmly onto Qian Daoliu.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense to the extreme.

The standoff between the two highest authorities of Martial Soul Hall made the very air feel as though it had solidified.

After a long while, Qian Daoliu suddenly laughed.

"You are right, Bibi Dong. In terms of teaching Twin Martial Souls, you are indeed more experienced than I."

Once these words were spoken, even Bibi Dong was taken aback.

She had not expected Qian Daoliu to back down.

But Qian Daoliu's next sentence caused her heart to sink to the bottom of an abyss.

"However, this child possesses Innate Full Soul Power of level twenty and bears god-level Martial Souls; his allegiance is not something that you or I can decide alone."

Qian Daoliu's gaze swept across the room. "He is the future hope of our Martial Soul Hall and must receive the best cultivation. Therefore, he will return to the Worship Hall with me."

"As for you, if you wish to teach him, you may come to the Worship Hall at any time. I will not stop you."

Qian Daoliu's words sounded high-minded and righteous, yet the arrogance and unquestionable nature within them were fully manifest.

He was intending to snatch the child directly from Bibi Dong's hands.