Tang Chen Attacks? Qian Yu: Just an Old Dog-And He Thinks He Can Make Me Disable My Martial Soul?

The next morning.

"Rumble—!"

A deafening boom suddenly erupted. Spirit City trembled violently as if struck by an earthquake!

In the bedroom, Qian Yu and Bibi Dong were sleeping in each other's arms. The terrifying commotion jolted them awake.

Bibi Dong sat bolt upright, the covers slipping away to reveal her bare shoulders.

She asked in shock and confusion,

"What's going on?

Who would dare cause trouble in Spirit City?"

Qian Yu furrowed his brows.

He sensed the overwhelmingly domineering aura outside.

A glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

As he hurriedly got dressed, Qian Yu said gravely,

"Dong'er, this aura... I'm afraid Tang Chen is here."

"Tang Chen?!"

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted. She exclaimed in shock,

"That old ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect?

Why would he suddenly attack Spirit City?

Is this because you defeated Tang Tian in Heaven Dou City and he's come to Spirit Hall to settle the score?"

Qian Yu gave a cold laugh, his tone certain.

"Other than him, I can't think of anyone else with the strength—or the nerve—

to come alone to Spirit Hall's stronghold and run wild."

Bibi Dong's expression turned grave as she quickly threw on her outer robe.

"He's a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo. If he attacks, the city might..."

"Don't worry."

Qian Yu patted the back of Bibi Dong's hand to reassure her.

"Teacher is still holding the line at the Worship Hall.

Since Tang Chen dared to come, Teacher will naturally come out and face him.

Come on, let's go take a look!"

High above Spirit City, the wind howled.

The Worship Hall's many enshrined elders, led by Qian Daoliu,

and the Titled Douluo of the Pope Palace, led by Pope Qian Xunji,

soared into the sky in unison and formed a line in midair.

More than a dozen Titled Douluo radiated an imposing presence. Their terrifying pressure made the air below them feel thick and viscous.

Facing them, only four people hovered in the air.

At their head stood a man clutching a gigantic, dark-gold Clear Sky Hammer. His hair and beard bristled wildly, making him look like a demon god descended upon the world. It was none other than Tang Chen!

Behind him stood Tang Tian, his face dark; Yu Yuanzhen, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch; and Han Yu.

The Upper Three Sects had gathered here, with Tang Chen at their head!

Han Yu stood at the very back.

He wore a bitter smile.

He was nearing the end of his life, yet Tang Chen had still dragged him all the way to Spirit City.

If anything happened to him,

the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be left without a Titled Douluo to rely on.

Then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be carved up completely!

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as lightning as he fixed it on Tang Chen. He spoke coldly.

"Tang Chen, you've brought your people to force your way into Spirit City and caused such a commotion. Are you trying to start an all-out war between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect?"

Tang Chen snorted. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand trembled, sending ripples through the very space around them.

"Qian Daoliu, don't try to intimidate me with talk of all-out war!

I came here today to demand justice!

That junior of yours, Qian Yu, threw his weight around in Heaven Dou City and gravely injured my son, Tang Tian.

How do you intend to settle this score?"

Before Qian Daoliu could answer, Pope Qian Xunji stepped forward, unable to hold back, and shouted,

"Tang Chen!

This is Spirit City, not some ramshackle mountain belonging to the Clear Sky Sect!

The four of you think you can come here and run wild?

Do you really take the dozen or so Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall for decorations?"

Tang Chen glanced at Qian Xunji, his eyes full of disdain.

"What are you, to shout at me?

Qian Daoliu, is this how you teach your son?"

"You—!"

Qian Xunji was furious and about to lash out, but Qian Daoliu raised a hand to stop him.

Qian Daoliu looked at Tang Chen, his tone even yet imbued with unquestionable authority.

"It was a contest between juniors. If you weren't skilled enough and lost, then you lost.

You're a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, yet you've come all the way to Spirit City to make a fuss over such a trivial matter. Aren't you afraid the whole world will laugh at you?"

Yu Yuanzhen sneered and cut in,

"Grand Pontiff, you're mistaken.

Qian Yu was ruthless, nearly destroying my nephew Tang Tian's foundation.

Spirit Hall acts with such arrogance. If we don't demand an explanation today,

won't the whole world be at your mercy, for Spirit Hall to twist as it pleases?"

As he spoke, Yu Yuanzhen glanced around.

Just then, two streaks of light shot up from below and landed beside Qian Daoliu.

They were Qian Yu and Bibi Dong, who had just arrived.

Looking at Tang Chen and the others, Qian Yu curled his lips in mockery and called out,

"Demand an explanation?

Tang Tian provoked me and was beaten fair and square. That just means he's useless.

What, the little one gets beaten, so the old one comes running?

Is the Clear Sky Sect's rule that no one knows how to lose?"

"And you, Yu Yuanzhen."

As he spoke, Qian Yu turned to face Yu Yuanzhen.

With a mocking look, Qian Yu glanced at Yu Yuanzhen's empty sleeve fluttering in the breeze.

"I cut off one of your arms last time, and you're still this arrogant. Now you've even come knocking at Spirit Hall?

What, you want to lose your remaining arm, too?

You crippled dragon—how dare you?"

Tang Chen's gaze snapped onto Qian Yu, and a terrifying killing intent erupted.

"You're Qian Yu?

What an arrogant brat!"

Qian Yu had called him out in front of everyone.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. His chest heaved, and he gasped like an enraged bull.

He glared at Qian Yu, clenching his remaining hand until his knuckles cracked. He wanted nothing more than to tear Qian Yu apart with his teeth.

But he knew full well he wasn't Qian Yu's match.

And Qian Daoliu and more than a dozen Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall stood behind Qian Yu.

Yu Yuanzhen forced down his humiliation and resentment, turned to Tang Chen, and pleaded through clenched teeth,

"Senior Tang Chen!

Just listen to how insolent this brat is!"

"He crippled one of my arms, gravely injured Tang Tian, and treats the Upper Three Sects with utter contempt!

Please, Senior, act today and give us justice!"

Tang Chen glanced coldly at Yu Yuanzhen, then fixed his eyes on Qian Yu. In his fury, he laughed.

"Good!

What a brazen little brat!

I've roamed the continent for so many years, and never have I seen a junior dare to behave so outrageously in front of me!"

Tang Chen lifted the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and pointed it at Qian Yu.

"Qian Daoliu, I'll make myself perfectly clear!

Hand this brat over and make him cripple his own Martial Soul, then kowtow and apologize to Tang Tian and Yu Yuanzhen!

Otherwise, I'll smash your Spirit City to pieces today!"

At those words, golden light blazed in Qian Daoliu's eyes, and his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul instantly possessed him.

Holy light blocked Tang Chen's overwhelming pressure completely.

Qian Daoliu looked at Tang Chen coldly, his tone radiating absolute dominance.

"Tang Chen, have you lost your mind with age?

On the territory of Spirit Hall, you expect me to hand over one of our own?

If you want to fight, I'll see it through to the end!

Do you really think I'm afraid of that hunk of junk you call a hammer?"

Standing behind Qian Daoliu, Qian Yu showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he laughed scornfully.

"Old dog Tang Chen, stop running your mouth.

You want me to cripple my own Martial Soul?

Who do you think you are?

Go ahead and make your move, if you've got the guts. Let's see whether you smash Spirit City today—

or whether you and your bunch of decrepit cripples all die here!"