Qian Wuyou is Strong, Can't the Worship Hall Beat Him?

Of course—aside from the divine inheritances mentioned just now, Qian Wuyou also possessed the Heart of the Sea God. If the opportunity arose, he wouldn't mind letting his own clansmen inherit Poseidon's divine position.

When it comes to such treasures as divine positions, who would ever complain about having too many?

It couldn't be helped; one couldn't blame Qian Wuyou for coveting Poseidon's divine position.

The truth was that the combat power of a Title Douluo was only useful during the early and middle stages.

By the time the late-stage divine wars arrived, a Title Douluo would be completely useless.

If it weren't for the fact that the Asura God's divine position was difficult to seize, Qian Wuyou would have already planned a trip to the Capital of Slaughter to kill Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter, and snatch the Asura Magic Sword directly.

But unfortunately—he lacked the Slaughter God's Domain. In that hellish place known as the Capital of Slaughter, one could not use soul skills, and he stood absolutely no chance against a Tang Chen controlled by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King.

Thinking of these matters, Qian Wuyou shook his head helplessly.

"Tianzhen, Wuxie, let us rest here for the night."

"Tomorrow morning, you two shall accompany me to a certain place..."

The hundred-thousand-year soul bones dropped by the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python reminded him of something.

Hidden within the waterfall behind the Holy Soul Village was the hundred-thousand-year soul bone left behind after the Blue Silver Emperor's sacrifice.

Since he intended to assemble a full set of hundred-thousand-year soul bones for his younger sister, he naturally had no reason to let the one left by the Blue Silver Emperor slip through his fingers.

Besides—that hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone had helped Tang San immensely in the original story; there was no way he would let that little scoundrel, God King Tang, benefit from it.

"Understood! Lord Patriarch!"

Regarding Qian Wuyou's arrangements, Tianzhen and Wuxie nodded; neither sister offered any refusal.

Seeing Qian Wuyou lost in thought, Tianzhen and Wuxie exchanged glances before beginning their tasks.

One went to prepare the necessities for the night, while the other began processing the remains of the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python.

Although the two great forest beast kings were dead, their bodies still held immense utility.

For instance—their flesh and blood.

Ten-thousand-year soul beast meat was, in itself, a top-tier cultivation resource. It contained pure and potent soul power; whether stewed in soup, roasted, or refined into nourishing medicinal pills, it provided significant benefits to a Soul Master's cultivation.

And the hundred-thousand-year soul beasts, being even more formidable than ten-thousand-year ones, contained soul power in their flesh that was terrifyingly vast. If an ordinary Soul Master ate a single meal of it, their soul power would surge rapidly. Such a treasure could not be wasted.

Just as Qian Wuyou and his group were busy, the several elders back in Martial Soul City were not idle either.

Martial Soul City, Worship Hall.

To resolve the mess Qian Wuyou had caused, Qian Daoliu had summoned the various elders, intending to have a few of his old brothers make a trip.

"Everyone, the reason the Radical Faction rebelled and left Martial Soul City is because that brat Qian Wuyou is backing them. As long as we bring that brat back, the other clansmen will naturally return as well..."

After Qian Daoliu finished speaking, the six elders looked at one another in dismay.

Bring Qian Wuyou back to Martial Soul City?

Hmm...

That was no easy task!

According to the intelligence they had received, that brat Qian Wuyou already possessed the strength of a Level 96 Peak Douluo. Combined with his soul ring configuration of three black and six red, his combat power was estimated to be at least that of a Level 97 Peak Douluo.

Furthermore, aside from Qian Wuyou, there was the Angel Fusion Technique of the sisters Tianzhen and Wuxie, which represented the combat power of another Level 95 Title Douluo.

To safely bring Qian Wuyou and his group back, it would conservatively require the mobilization of three elder worshipers, and the leader could not be any weaker than a Level 97 Peak Douluo.

"I never expected that child Wuyou would cause such a massive stir. Since I am idle anyway, why don't I make the trip..."

The one who spoke was none other than the Third Elder, Azure Luan Douluo.

He ranked third in the Worship Hall and, aside from Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile, was the strongest Level 97 Peak Douluo.

If it were a life-or-death battle, Azure Luan Douluo had absolutely no confidence that he could defeat Qian Wuyou.

But fortunately—their mission was primarily one of persuasion.

Unless it reached the final moment, neither side would resort to violence.

"In that case, our brothers shall make the trip as well..."

The Sixth Elder, Thousand Jun Douluo, and the Seventh Elder, Falling Devil Douluo, stood up without hesitation.

Since Qian Wuyou would be handled by the Third Elder, Azure Luan Douluo, the two brothers would deal with the Angel Fusion Technique of the sisters Tianzhen and Wuxie.

It couldn't be helped; one couldn't blame the brothers for being so proactive.

It just so happened that they possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and they were eager to see just how powerful the Angel Fusion Technique of the sisters Tianzhen and Wuxie truly was.

One had to know—the Angel Fusion Technique had never once appeared in the ten-thousand-year history of the Angel Clan.

For an unprecedented Angel Fusion Technique like this, the brothers couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation just thinking about it.

However—at this moment.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stroked his chin, shook his head, and said:

"That child Wuyou's strength is formidable. Judging by his record of destroying a city in a single blow, if you go alone, Azure Luan, you might not be a match for him. In my opinion, I should make this trip myself..."

With a spirit ring configuration of two yellow, two purple, and five black, Azure Luan, a Level 97 Peak Douluo, would likely be unable to bring back Qian Wuyou, a Level 96 Peak Douluo with a configuration of three black and six red spirit rings.

A Peak Douluo with a 100,000-year spirit ring is simply not in the same dimension as a Peak Douluo without one.

On this point, Golden Crocodile Douluo had the most authority to speak.

After all—he himself possessed a 100,000-year spirit ring.

The words of Golden Crocodile Douluo caused everyone present to fall into deep thought.

A moment later, Qian Daoliu nodded and said.

"Hmm! This old man also feels there is merit in that!"

"Since that is the case, Golden Crocodile, I will have to trouble you to make the trip!"

In Qian Daoliu's impression, Qian Wuyou was the Grand Pontiff of the Angel God and capable of wielding Angelic Divine Power.

To securely bring that brat Qian Wuyou back to Martial Soul City, aside from Qian Daoliu himself, only Golden Crocodile, a Level 98 Peak Douluo, could have absolute certainty of success within the entire Worship Hall.

"Golden Crocodile, Thousand Jun, Falling Devil, after you find that brat Wuyou, prioritize persuasion. Even if you are forced to take action, you must absolutely not let things get heated with that child..."

"Furthermore—help me pass a message to that brat Wuyou: as a member of the Angel Clan, as long as he can allow the family to produce another Angel God, any grievance or sacrifice is worth it. The family will not treat him unfairly..."

Qian Daoliu added a few more words.

"Understood!"

"Grand Pontiff, we know what to do!"

Golden Crocodile, Thousand Jun, and Falling Devil nodded, then departed directly from Martial Soul City.