Qian Renxue: Holy crap! What the hell is this thing?

Heaven Dou City, Crown Prince's Palace.

"-Thump-thump-thump-"

A low, rhythmic sound echoed slowly through the spacious and quiet hall.

Qian Renxue, disguised as "Xue Qinghe," sat upright on a carved wooden chair. Her luxurious crown prince attire accentuated her poised posture, yet her brows held a coldness and depth that did not belong to a young person.

She lazily rested her chin on her left hand, eyelashes lowered to conceal the calculations churning in her eyes. Her right index and middle fingers tapped the desk before her in a measured, unhurried cadence.

Every strike felt as though it were drumming against the hearts of others, and against the future fate of the Angel Family.

"Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul, Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, Four-Winged Ice Angel Martial Soul, Four-Winged Seraph Martial Soul, and ten Four-Winged Angel Martial Souls..."

"Who... exactly are you people???"

The commotion caused by Qian Wuyou and his group had left Qian Renxue speechless.

While possessors of the Four-Winged Angel Martial Soul were rare, the Angel Family did have a few, so that was not entirely strange. The problem was—what in the world were a Four-Winged Ice Angel and a Four-Winged Seraph?

She clearly remembered that in their Angel Clan—no one had awakened these two types of martial souls, had they?

And that young girl with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul; she felt a sense of familiarity, but for the life of her, she could not place who it was.

One had to know—throughout the entire Angel Clan, the only people currently possessing a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, besides herself, were her grandfather Qian Daoliu and that good cousin of hers, Qian Wuyou.

Beyond that—where did that thousand-meter-tall Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul, which was even more formidable than a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, even spring from?

Who was the owner of this martial soul?

These questions swirled in Qian Renxue's mind, leaving her restless and uneasy.

Just then, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in the hall.

His expression was solemn, and his body radiated the soul power fluctuations of a Title Douluo. He was one of the two Title Douluo secretly responsible for protecting Qian Renxue—Snake Lance Douluo.

"Young Master, this subordinate has returned!"

Snake Lance Douluo knelt on one knee before Qian Renxue, his voice like a booming bell, yet filled with the utmost respect.

"Uncle She, how did the investigation into the situation outside go?"

Qian Renxue's tapping on the desk paused slightly, her voice light but carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Her gaze—from beginning to end—had never left the direction of Shrek Academy.

If she did not figure out exactly what was happening, she would never be able to rest easy, nor could she continue to execute the plan to usurp the Heaven Dou Empire.

"Reporting to the Young Master, this subordinate has already clarified the situation outside."

Snake Lance Douluo dared not withhold anything and recounted the events in detail.

"Legion Commander Qian Wuyou brought his younger sister Qian Wulu, along with Tianzhen and Wuxie, as well as ten members of the Angel Clan, and descended directly upon Shrek Academy, formerly known as Blue Tyrant Academy."

"Their goal is very clear; they are targeting that hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit soul beast that has taken human form within the academy. They intend to force that Soft Bone Rabbit to sacrifice herself to become the sixth soul ring for Qian Wulu."

Qian Renxue: "Hmm???"

"What the hell???"

Good heavens, truly good heavens.

She had been wondering why those two protagonists looked so familiar; it turned out to be the siblings Qian Wuyou and Qian Wulu.

"Heh!"

"It seems—my dear older brother and younger sister have both obtained unexpected opportunities..."

Qian Renxue chuckled softly.

Not yet knowing that Qian Wuyou had defected and left Martial Soul City, she felt happy for the siblings.

After all—Qian Wuyou was the Great Elder personally chosen by her grandfather Qian Daoliu, and he was the sharpest sword in Qian Renxue's hand.

The same went for Qian Wulu.

Although her martial soul and talent were not as great as Qian Wuyou's, her Four-Winged Angel Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power were still enough to crush over ninety percent of soul master geniuses.

According to her grandfather Qian Daoliu's estimation, Qian Wulu would at least become a Level 96 Peak Douluo in the future, serving as one of the pillars of the Angel Family and the Worship Hall.

"Uncle Chi Xue, Uncle She Long, let us go!"

"Given the commotion Wuyou and Wulu have caused, I expect we shall have our hands full!"

After speaking, Qian Renxue walked directly toward the direction of Shrek Academy.

After all—the identity she was currently masquerading as was the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire—"Xue Qinghe."

Now that such a massive incident had occurred in Heaven Dou City, if she, the Crown Prince, did not show her face, it would truly be inconsistent with the persona she had cultivated all this time.

"Yes! Young Master!"

Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo both responded and immediately slipped into the shadows to protect Qian Renxue.

Meanwhile, the scene shifted.

Inside Shrek Academy.

Seeing Tang Hao, who stood with the imposing and unshakeable presence of a mountain, Tang San trembled all over with excitement.

"Dad... Father..."

Tang San had never imagined that his father—the man who was usually taciturn and appeared to be nothing more than a decadent, down-and-out drunkard—was actually a Title Douluo, and a top-tier powerhouse at that, possessing a red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

In this moment, his heart was overflowing with a sense of security; it felt as if with Tang Hao present, even if the sky were to collapse, there would be someone there to hold it up for him.

"Third... Third Brother's father is actually a Title Douluo???"

Unlike Tang San's excitement and peace of mind, Xiao Wu only felt a bone-chilling cold surge from the soles of her feet straight to her crown, causing her entire body to shiver uncontrollably.

What did it mean that Tang San's father was a Title Douluo?

It meant that she had been living right under the nose of a Title Douluo, with every move she made observed by him.

And so—was Tang Hao, this Title Douluo, also eyeing her soul ring and soul bone?

Though she desperately wanted to deny this cruel reality, the vivid, eye-piercing red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring on Tang Hao's body was like a basin of ice water, doused ruthlessly over her heart.

She knew better than anyone what a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had transformed into human form without formidable combat power meant.

It was a supreme treasure that would drive anyone to madness, leading them to hunt it down at any cost.

And she was exactly that: a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit who had transformed into a human and had not yet reached maturity.

Just as Xiao Wu's heart turned to ash, Tang Hao's attack arrived before Tianzhen, Wuxie, and their group.

"Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao???"

Tianzhen, Wuxie, and the other twelve people looked at Tang Hao simultaneously, none of them showing any expression of fear or retreat in their eyes.

"Sisters, form the array and kill this executioner, Tang Hao..."

Tianzhen and Wuxie shouted in unison, immediately leading the other clansmen to deploy the unique joint-attack formation of the Angel Family.

Regarding Tang Hao, an executioner who frequently raided other branches of the Martial Soul Hall, both the Martial Soul Hall and the Angel Family wished for nothing more than to kill him as quickly as possible.

"Little rabbit, there isn't much time left for you!"

"Tell me your answer now!"

"Will you offer yourself as a sacrifice obediently? Or must I force you to sacrifice yourself?"

Qian Wuyou did not want to waste any more time.

Because he had already sensed several familiar auras.