Sea God Island Had Come Knocking? Were They Seeking Revenge for the Invasion All Those Years Ago?

She was a little girl of about six, dressed in a delicate golden dress. Her brilliant golden hair was like sunlight made liquid, and her skin was as fair as the finest white jade.

At that moment, her eyes were closed, a trace of innocent bewilderment on her little face. Six luminous wings fluttered gently behind her in the radiance—she had the purest Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

"Good, good!"

Watching this scene, Qian Daoliu's handsome face broke into a gratified smile, and his eyes shone with excitement. "Innate Level 20 Soul Power, a perfect Six-Winged Angel... Our Angel Clan is finally about to reach its peak once more!"

Beside him, Qian Xunji nodded slightly. The majesty of the Pope showed on his face, but he could hardly conceal the satisfaction in his eyes. "It seems Xue'er inherited the best of Dong'er's and my talents. Perhaps she'll reach Father's level one day."

Qian Daoliu was not only the Grand Pontiff of the Worship Hall but also the Angel God's representative in the mortal world. His cultivation had reached level ninety-nine.

Unless a deity descended to the mortal realm in person, no one could stand against someone like him.

The other worshippers in the hall nodded as well, their eyes filled with expectation as they looked at the little girl.

Without a doubt, she was the future hope of Spirit Hall—and the only candidate to inherit its leadership.

Just then, an urgent voice shattered the solemn atmosphere in the hall. It came from outside: "Grand Pontiff! Your Holiness the Pope! Something's happened!"

At those words, Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji frowned at the same time, while the worshippers exchanged glances.

Something had happened?

Spirit City was as impregnable as a fortress. What could possibly have happened?

Qian Daoliu did not hesitate. He raised a hand, and the doors of the Worship Hall slowly swung open.

A man in a black robe stood at the entrance, his face hidden in shadow. He was one of Spirit Hall's elders and one of Pope Qian Xunji's two most trusted enforcers: Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei.

"Gui Mei, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Qian Xunji spoke first, a trace of displeasure in his voice.

Anyone would be annoyed at being interrupted at such an important moment.

Gui Mei understood that perfectly well, but there was no helping it. He stepped forward and said gravely, "Grand Pontiff, Your Holiness the Pope, people from Sea God Island have arrived."

"What?!"

The moment he said this, the hall fell silent.

Everyone froze, disbelief written across their faces.

"Who did you say had arrived? People from Sea God Island?"

Qian Xunji could hardly believe his ears. He asked again, "Why would they leave Sea God Island? And why come all the way to Spirit City?"

Sea God Island had been isolated from the world for ten thousand years. Aside from the conflict caused by Spirit Hall's provocation all those years ago, the two sides had scarcely had any dealings.

The people of Sea God Island had never involved themselves in the affairs of the mainland. Why would they suddenly come here—and even make their way to Spirit City?

Qian Daoliu furrowed his brow, a glint of contemplation in his eyes. "Could they be here to avenge what happened back then?"

But so many years had passed. Given Sea God Island's way of doing things, that seemed unlikely.

"Father, what do you think they've come here for?"

Qian Xunji was the first to recover. He turned to Qian Daoliu, asking with a note of concern in his voice.

Sea God Island's strength was not to be underestimated, especially that Grand Pontiff who presided over it, Bo Saixi—a Peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine.

If they had truly come seeking revenge, Spirit Hall would likely face a hard-fought battle.

Qian Daoliu shook his head. "Hard to say. Gui Mei, how many of them came? Was there a very beautiful woman with them?"

The beautiful woman he meant was, naturally, Bo Saixi.

That was the most important question right now!

If Bo Saixi had come, this was no small matter.

If she hadn't, perhaps it was just an ordinary negotiation.

Ghost Douluo hurriedly shook his head. "I didn't see any woman. There were two people: one claimed to be Sea Dragon Douluo, and the other... was a boy who looked only five or six years old, about the same age as the young lady."

"Sea Dragon Douluo?" Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu exchanged a glance, both seeing the same confusion in the other's eyes.

Sea Dragon Douluo was the foremost of Sea God Island's Seven Sacred Pillars, second only to Bo Saixi in strength.

His personal visit was already strange enough.

But who was the boy with him?

Could he be Bo Saixi's child?

Sea God Island's rules were strict. Even if the boy were Bo Saixi's child, he shouldn't be allowed to set foot on the mainland so easily.

"Come. Let's go see," Qian Daoliu said decisively.

Whatever their purpose, Sea God Island's sudden visit had to be treated with caution.

Qian Xunji nodded in agreement, and the other worshippers rose to follow.

It was rare for people from Sea God Island to come calling in person, even once in a thousand years. Naturally, they all wanted to see what was going on.

Spirit Hall's reception room was furnished with both luxury and solemnity.

The marble floor gleamed like a mirror. Oil paintings depicting legends of the Angel God hung on the walls, and a faint fragrance of incense lingered in the air.

Sea Dragon Douluo sat in a chair, his expression tense and grave.

Every so often, his gaze darted to the tightly shut door, as if countless Spirit Hall powerhouses might burst through it at any moment.

When had he, the Second Worship of Sea God Island, ever been so ill at ease?

But there was no helping it. This was Spirit Hall's territory.

Not only did they have Qian Daoliu, a level-ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, but who knew how many Titled Douluo-level powerhouses besides him?

If a fight really broke out, he and Ye Qing wouldn't stand a chance.

Ye Qing, by contrast, was as relaxed as if he were in his own backyard.

He'd claimed the delicate pastries and fragrant tea the maid had just brought in without the slightest hesitation.

A Plum Blossom Pastry with an elegant shape melted in his mouth, sweet but not cloying.

His eyes lit up. He picked up another and stuffed it into his mouth, then mumbled to Sea Dragon Douluo, "Uncle Sea Dragon, try one too. These pastries are really good. When we leave, should we pack some to take with us?"

Sea Dragon Douluo's eye twitched. Lowering his voice, he snapped, "You still have the appetite to eat? This is Spirit Hall, not a pastry shop on Sea God Island!"

He wanted to shake the nerve-racking little fellow until he came to his senses.

If Qian Daoliu meant them harm, even if Bo Saixi rushed over right now, she might not be able to save them. And Ye Qing was still thinking about packing pastries to go?

Ye Qing shrugged and stopped urging him. He simply lifted his teacup and took a sip.

The tea was clear and crisp, with a distinctive floral aroma. It really was excellent.

As far as he was concerned, there was no point in getting nervous. Since he'd dared to come, he naturally had a way to deal with whatever happened.

Just then, the door creaked open, and several figures walked in.

At their head was a middle-aged man in a gray robe. He had handsome features and long golden hair, and his entire being radiated a sacred, majestic aura.

He was Qian Daoliu, Grand Pontiff of the Worship Hall and the true authority within Spirit Hall, a level-ninety-nine Angel Douluo.

Pope Qian Xunji followed behind him, along with several worshippers whose auras were deep and steady. They were clearly Peak Douluos.