New Family Outpost, Extreme North

"Big brother, since you've decided to defect."

"What is your current strength?"

"And what is your plan?"

Qian Wulu rubbed her chin, asking the most crucial and realistic questions.

Wanting to defect from Martial Soul City was not as simple as just moving one's lips.

After all—Martial Soul City was teeming with experts.

The Pope Palace and the Elder Palace were filled with countless Titled Douluo, not to mention the even more terrifying Worship Hall.

Any random person walking out of there was a peak Douluo of level 96 or higher, and there was even Qian Daoliu, a peerless level 99 Douluo.

Without absolute strength and a solid plan, let alone leaving Martial Soul City, if Qian Daoliu discovered their little schemes, they would certainly face dire consequences.

"Heh!"

"Little sister, rest assured!"

"Since I dare to defect from Martial Soul City, I naturally possess the strength to crush everything, as well as foolproof contingencies."

Qian Wuyou chuckled softly, his eyes filled with the composure of one who has already secured victory. There was no trace of the panic one might expect from betraying Martial Soul Hall; instead, he spoke as if discussing the most trivial of matters.

The next moment, a domineering, majestic, and supremely divine pressure of soul power spread silently.

It was the aura unique to the Angel Martial Soul, yet it was even more sacred, scorching, vast, and overbearing than the traditional Six-Winged Angel.

Black, black, black.

Red, red, red.

Red, red, red.

Three black and six red—a full nine soul rings rose slowly from beneath Qian Wuyou's feet, shining with brilliant light.

"One hundred thousand years... a full six one-hundred-thousand-year soul rings!"

The pupils of those present shrank sharply. Before they could even gasp in shock, an even more staggering scene unfolded.

Behind Qian Wuyou, a colossal Angel Martial Soul slowly manifested.

Sacred and scorching, radiating ten thousand golden rays, it held a golden holy sword in its hand. But what made one's scalp tingle was that this Angel Martial Soul was slowly unfurling twelve wings.

"Uh..."

"A Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul???"

"Big sister... what the hell is this???"

"Little sister, you're asking me, but who am I supposed to ask???"

The Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind Qian Wuyou left everyone present speechless.

Good heavens, truly good heavens.

So, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul could actually continue to evolve?

They had learned something new today; they had truly learned something new!

"Little sister, Tianzhen, Wuxie, as you can see, I am now a level 96 peak Douluo with a soul ring configuration of three black and six red."

"Looking across all of Martial Soul City, apart from Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, no one is my match. Even if those old fogies from the Worship Hall came at me together, they couldn't stop me."

Qian Wuyou spoke indifferently, his tone terrifyingly calm.

After devouring the heart of the Douluo Plane, although he hadn't ascended to godhood in one step, he had gained unimaginable benefits.

For instance—his former Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had evolved directly into a Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

The age of his soul rings had skyrocketed across the board, and his original soul skills had been redefined.

In the past, his Six-Winged Angel soul skills were like those of a berserker; he would just grab the Angel Holy Sword and charge at the enemy, hacking away wildly.

The fighting style was crude, with no technique to speak of.

But his current Twelve-Winged Angel soul skills truly matched his fighting style as the Lord of the Douluo Planet.

Even if he stood perfectly still, he could use his plane authority in conjunction with his soul skills to form an absolute suppression over any enemy weaker than himself.

Every move was a large-scale Angel Judgment, and with a wave of his hand, he could grant a blessing of immortality, invulnerability, and eternal soul power.

In the entire Douluo Continent, aside from Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu, and the half-dead Tang Chen, there was simply no one who could be his opponent.

The reason he was so certain was naturally because his authority as the Lord of the Plane allowed him to be immune to the vast majority of soul power attacks.

In this world, the only thing that could harm him was divine power.

If he didn't have absolute certainty, he wouldn't have chosen to defect.

Otherwise, did they really think Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu were just for show?

"Three black and six red, a level 96 peak Douluo..."

Qian Wulu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the raging waves in her heart, and nodded slowly.

"In terms of strength, there is indeed no problem."

"As long as that old thing Qian Daoliu doesn't make a move, we can completely ignore the Pope Palace and the Elder Palace, and we will be able to protect the clansmen who are willing to leave with us."

Her tone shifted, and her eyes became incredibly serious.

"But after leaving Martial Soul City, we can't just wander around like stray dogs, can we?"

"Big brother, where do you intend to settle down?"

"And where will the new family base be built?"

As soon as Qian Wulu said this, the two sisters, Qian Tianzhen and Qian Wuxie, instantly pricked up their ears, their eyes filled with both anticipation and trepidation.

They had grown up in Martial Soul City since they were children, and now they were about to defect and leave this holy land where they had been suppressed at every turn.

In their hearts, there was both the exhilaration of breaking free from shackles and the confusion of facing an unknown path ahead; they urgently needed a definite place to settle down so they could finally set their minds at ease.

"Hehe! Little sister makes a valid point!"

"As for a place to settle, I have already made proper arrangements!"

The smile at the corners of Qian Wuyou's mouth deepened.

The sacred and overbearing pressure of his soul power slowly receded, his Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul transformed into golden light that filled the sky and merged into his body, and his nine soul rings also vanished one by one.

He walked slowly to the window, looking at the towering Pope Palace and the mist-shrouded Worship Hall in the distance, a glimmer of strategic mastery flashing in his eyes.

"The influence of Martial Soul Hall spans both great empires, and almost the entire continent is under their surveillance."

"Ordinary cities and mountain ranges simply cannot hide us defectors."

"Once our whereabouts are exposed, it will immediately invite retribution from Qian Daoliu."

"Therefore, I have directly excluded all such places."

"And the place I have chosen is the Extreme North..."

As soon as Qian Wuyou said this, Qian Wulu and the others were all startled.

"The Extreme North?"

Qian Wulu frowned on the spot, directly raising her objection.

"Big brother, that godforsaken place is freezing cold, and the environment is harsh to the extreme; apart from ferocious ice-type soul beasts, almost no human can stay there for long."

"The Extreme North is certainly hidden enough, and the influence of Martial Soul Hall truly cannot reach there, but the geographical environment is simply too harsh; it is fundamentally unsuitable for establishing a family base."

She had long heard of the dangers of the Extreme North.

With its ice and snow and bone-chilling cold, ordinary soul masters couldn't even last ten days or half a month there, let alone take root and thrive in that hellish place.

You really can't say that, you just can't!

Even the two sisters, Tianzhen and Wuxie, felt puzzled.

The Extreme North was simply not suitable as a new family base...

Even though both sisters were level 83 Soul Douluo, they could not live for long periods in such a freezing environment.

Not to mention that they still had a group of followers whose strength was far inferior to theirs...