Martial Soul Hall's Titled Douluo Emerge

Aside from Dugu Bo, who had only recently joined Martial Soul Hall, who wasn't clear on the history between Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong? Although there were reasons for what happened, who could truly say what was going through Qian Xunji's mind when he committed such a base act?

Furthermore, the Great Elder suddenly letting Tang Yuehua leave to establish the Moonlight Pavilion did seem to have a coincidental timing. Letting the useless, gluttonous, and lazy nobles from the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire come to Martial Soul City to learn music and etiquette—one would think he would worry about these noble scions polluting the atmosphere of Martial Soul City. The Great Elder was not a man driven by greed, either.

Perhaps the Great Elder had learned that Qian Xunji had treated Tang Yuehua just as he had treated Bibi Dong, committing that same vile act, and had therefore offered some form of compensation.

If Qian Xunji knew what the elders and titled douluo were thinking at this moment, he would surely be so angry he'd vomit blood. He really hadn't done it! In their eyes, was his reputation truly that abysmal?

Regardless of whether Qian Daoliu's claim that Tang Yuehua was still a maiden was true or false, Bo Saixi felt that using a girl's innocence to destroy the Clear Sky Sect was a despicable tactic. Her already poor impression of Qian Daoliu had now plummeted to the absolute nadir.

A flash of disgust crossed Bo Saixi's eyes, and she brushed the topic aside. Qian Daoliu was a compulsive liar; there was no point in arguing further. She had to take Tang Yuehua away from this den of iniquity that was Martial Soul Hall.

"I will investigate the truth of the matter myself. Since you say Tang Yuehua did not allow your son to commit such a base act against her, then hand her over to me. If the cause of the Clear Sky Sect's destruction is exactly as you, Qian Daoliu, claim, I will persuade Tang Chen when he returns."

"Hahaha..."

Qian Daoliu couldn't help but laugh, his gaze filled with a hint of contempt as he looked at Bo Saixi, whose expression had become difficult to hide. "Bo Saixi, do you think I am so easily fooled? Or do you think you know Tang Chen longer than I do? Do you understand Tang Chen's character better than I?"

"Regardless of the truth, once a man learns his clan has been wiped out and hundreds of his descendants are dead or injured, unless the clan committed suicide, the first thing on his mind will surely be revenge. Is this so-called persuasion of yours truly going to be effective?"

"Or do you think you really have such a high status? Do you believe you are more important than those hundreds of descendants of Tang Chen's from the Clear Sky Sect? If Tang Chen truly listened to your persuasion and didn't care about the lives of those hundreds of descendants, who would even look up to such a man?"

Bo Saixi's expression finally crumbled, looking quite unsightly. She let out a cold snort, as if to save face. "You have a guilty conscience and are unwilling to hand Tang Yuehua over to me. You know the truth of the matter yourself."

"Qian Daoliu, you are obstinate. When Tang Chen returns, you and your Martial Soul Hall can wait to face his undying, relentless fury."

With those words, Bo Saixi turned, preparing to return to Sea God Island. This was the mainland; without the power of the ocean to bolster her, the difficulty of snatching someone from Qian Daoliu's hands was immense, not to mention that this was his territory.

As soon as Bo Saixi flew away from Pope Mountain, a flash of golden light appeared. Qian Daoliu, wings unfurled on his back, blocked her path, a playful smile curling his lips. "Undying and relentless? Would you truly watch Tang Chen die? Or would you help him seek revenge together?"

The God of Life was the only one in the entire Douluo God Realm and the 108 lower realms who would act so irrationally, and Qian Daoliu did not believe Bo Saixi was that kind of lunatic. Even if she were, he wouldn't gamble by placing his fate in someone else's hands.

As he spoke, a vast surge of soul power erupted from Qian Daoliu's body, sealing the space around Bo Saixi.

Bo Saixi's expression turned icy. She stomped the Sea God Scepter in her hand, releasing her own powerful blue-gold soul power, and nine soul rings—eight black and one red—lit up beneath her feet.

The bright, sunny sky darkened within a few breaths; the heavens shifted, and the air grew thick and viscous.

Every soul master in Martial Soul City stopped what they were doing, looking up at the golden and blue-gold figures in the sky. Their eyes were filled with utter shock, especially at the blue-gold figure. An eight-black, one-red soul ring configuration? A ten-thousand-year first soul ring? How was that possible? Was that blue-gold Titled Douluo a user of Twin Martial Souls?

"Qian Daoliu, do you think you can keep me here? I admit I cannot defeat you in a prolonged battle in the sky, but on land, our strength is evenly matched. And this is your Martial Soul City."

"Step aside. As the High Priest of a God, I do not wish to commit wanton slaughter."

Bo Saixi's words carried a double meaning, clearly mocking Qian Daoliu for being unworthy of his position as the High Priest of the Angel God.

"Who said I was going to take you down alone?"

Qian Daoliu waved his hand sharply, and a shrill whistle erupted from his palm. As if in response, similar whistles echoed from the Worship Hall and the Elder Hall.

The five great elders—Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, Guang Ling, Thousand Jun, and Falling Devil—along with every Titled Douluo elder from the Elder Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Qian Xunji himself, all mobilized.

Gold, azure, icy blue, red, black, fiery red... beams of light shot into the sky. Over a dozen figures descended. Aside from Golden Crocodile Douluo's two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red soul rings, and Snake Lance Douluo's two yellow, three purple, and four black soul rings, all other Titled Douluo possessed the standard two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings.

Dugu Bo was among the Titled Douluo elders, his expression extremely sour. Today was the day of his title ceremony, arguably the most glorious moment of a soul master's life, only to be ruined by some female soul master who appeared out of nowhere. How could he be in a good mood?

Although he was the weakest Titled Douluo and his soul skills were primarily for crowd control, his skills were useless in a battle of this caliber and might even accidentally injure his allies.

But one must not forget he possessed a soul bone skill—the long-range skill "Medusa Gaze" from his Medusa Head Bone, which could provide support from a distance.

Pope Hall, Saintess Bedchamber.

"Mother, what is happening? Why have Grandfather, Father, and the elders and uncles all mobilized?"

Qian Renxue, who had been diligently cultivating with Bibi Zhu, felt the change in the atmosphere of Martial Soul City. She stepped out of her secret cultivation chamber and looked up at the dozen or so figures in the distance, each radiating different lights with nine soul rings circling their feet.

"The elders and the titled douluo are mobilizing, of course, to eliminate an intruder."

Bibi Zhu stroked Qian Renxue's head, her eyes narrowing as she watched Bo Saixi, who had eight black and one red soul ring circling her feet. The aura and the level of soul power Bo Saixi radiated felt very similar to Qian Daoliu's.

That woman must be the descendant of the Sea God who had attained godhood across the ocean, just as Qian Daoliu had described.