You Threaten Spirit Hall with the Heaven Dou Crown Prince?

Upon hearing Tang San's words and seeing his anxious expression, Tang Xiao thought to himself that this was a descendant of the Qian Family, capable of becoming a god. The Spirit Hall shouldn't be reluctant to part with two 100,000-year-old transformed Soul Beast, so he said, "Give Xiao Wu back as well."

Qian Daoliu smiled faintly, "Tang Xiao, you want to exchange one person for two 100,000-year-old transformed Soul Beast? Isn't that a bit too greedy? And do you really think this Heaven Dou Crown Prince is a descendant of my Qian Family in disguise?"

"Hmph, Qian Xunji, your ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness truly exceed my expectations, Tang Xiao. Since you say so, then let's see what your daughter really looks like. Don't tell me you can't even recognize your own daughter's face."

Tang Xiao was only slightly taken aback before sneering again. He had already confirmed with Tang San that the person reborn from the Spirit Hall was Qian Daoliu. Qian Daoliu knew that Qian Renxue could become a god. Qian Xunji, that heartless beast, might abandon his daughter for two Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beasts, but Qian Daoliu would never do that.

"Mistress, tear off her mask and let everyone see the true face of Qian Xunji's daughter."

Tang Xiao pinched Xue Haicang, pointed at the Pope Hall, and then lowered his raised arm to about the same height as Tang San.

"It's my uncle."

Tang San walked over and stared at Xue Haicang, whose eyes were bloodshot, his gaze almost bursting, and whose silver teeth were nearly broken. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could see Qian Renxue's disgusting face through Xue Haicang's face.

Although he despised Qian Renxue, that disgusting woman, and really didn't want to touch this daughter, everything was for Xiao Wu and his own mother. He reached out and grabbed Xue Haicang's hair, pulling hard to tear off the Human Skin Mask.

He remembered that the Angel Head Bone, which was less than 100,000 years old, could disguise the body, but the face and hair could not be disguised; one needed to wear Human Skin Mask with a wig.

The next moment, Xue Haicang's screams echoed throughout the Pope Hall. He, who should have been facing the Pope Hall, now had his skull facing it. His head, which should have been covered with thick, pale yellow hair like Swan feathers, was missing patch after patch. All the missing hair was in Tang San's hands.

The hair follicles on the top of the head were damaged, and drops of blood seeped out from the damaged follicles.

Tang San looked at the hair follicles of Xue Haicang that he had torn, then at the hair of Xue Haicang in his hand, and his expression froze slightly.

"What's going on, mistress?"

Tang Xiao asked, "According to Tang San, the Angel Head Bone only has a lifespan of 99,999 years. Its Comprehensive Disguise ability can only disguise the shape of Soul Master's body, not the shape above the head."

Tang San pulled so hard that he ripped Xue Haicang's hair off, so logically, the Human Skin Mask should have been ripped off as well.

"Don't worry, Uncle. Perhaps the Human Skin Mask on Qian Renxue's face is some kind of special Soul Tool that can be removed using special methods."

Tang San panicked. He couldn't accept the fact that Xue Haicang wasn't Qian Renxue in disguise. If Xue Haicang wasn't Qian Renxue in disguise, then they wouldn't be able to rescue Ah Yin and Xiao Wu; they themselves would be doomed by the Spirit Hall.

Xue Haicang is definitely Qian Renxue in disguise; he confirmed it once, and he and Ning Fengzhi confirmed it together.

Not far away, Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong, who was lying in his arms, still unconscious and as pale as snow. Ning Rongrong slightly raised his eyes and saw Tang San and Tang Xiao looking somewhat at a loss. A faint hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes. Then his gaze fell on Ning Rongrong's face, and his expression was full of concern.

"Uncle, this can't be Xue Haicang, it must be Qian Renxue. There's one thing that can't be imitated."

Tang San looked at the location of Xue Haicang's third leg, a look of struggle on his face, and was about to reach out to investigate.

A sacred Soul Power suddenly appeared behind Tang Xiao. Tang Xiao's attention was completely focused on Xue Haicang at the moment, and he didn't notice it at all. By the time he noticed it, it was too late for his body to react.

A golden blade of light flashed, Tang Xiao's only remaining right hand flew off, blood gushing out from the cut on Tang Xiao remaining one-fifth of right arm.

Xue Haicang landed and began to breathe heavily.

Tang Xiao knelt on one knee in agony. An indescribable, piercing pain shot through his brain from the severed part of his right arm, affecting his brain's control over his body.

Tang Xiao instinctively tried to cover his severed arm with his left hand to ease the pain, but his left hand was already broken and he couldn't reach it. He could only kneel on the ground and close his eyes, his remaining right arm muscles taut to the extreme.

"Although I don't know why you think I'm impersonating this man, since you've exposed me, then so be it."

A clear and melodious voice rang out, and a beautiful young woman with blonde hair appeared behind Tang Xiao.

The woman had skin as white as snow, a straight nose, and beautiful, slightly gentle eyes. She wore a long, golden palace dress, a one-piece gown seemingly woven from gold thread, without excessive embellishment, its style simple yet elegant. A golden stand-up collar protected her long, slender, white neck, and her long, golden hair was casually draped down her back, not carefully combed, creating a stark contrast with her impeccably tailored palace dress.

She held a golden longsword with a blade three feet long in her hand, and eight Soul Ring surrounded her feet. The fourth Soul Ring was Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, while the Eighth Soul Ring was scarlet and was a 100,000-year Soul Ring!

If Xiao Wu were to become so angry that she vomited blood and fainted, the first thing she would realize upon seeing this Eighth Soul Ring would be that it was her mother's Soul Ring!

"Qian Renxue!"

Tang San stared wide-eyed at the blonde woman. The next moment, Qian Renxue raised her leg, and a size 43 foot in a gold high heel kicked out and struck him in the face.

"Ah--"

Tang San screamed again as he flew out, his body sliding for more than ten meters across the Pope Square. A clear high-heeled shoe print appeared on his forehead, while his cheek was pierced by the heel of the high-heeled shoe, and blood flowed out.

"Mistress! Big Brother!"

Ah Yin cried out, wanting to treat Tang San and Tang Xiao's injuries, but the scene where Qian Daoliu released her Soul Power did not happen.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

"Greetings, Holy Maiden!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and a group of Cardinal bowed in respect.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo both looked at Qian Renxue with solemn expressions. A fourth Soul Ring in ten thousand years, Eighth Soul Ring one hundred thousand years—the blonde girl who appeared in the Clear Sky Sect fourteen years ago has become so powerful in the blink of an eye.