Angel God's Power

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Qian Daoliu: "..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo: "..."

Guangling Douluo: "..."

These three old men, whose combined ages exceeded three hundred years, stared at the "Bibi Dong" who was baring her fangs, spewing profanities, and shielding Qian Renxue like a mother hen protecting her chicks. For a moment, they didn't know what expression to wear.

Qian Daoliu, in particular, felt his eyelid twitch uncontrollably upon hearing the phrase "old mongrel bullying a woman."

But this... seemed to further confirm his hypothesis.

This avatar, while vulgar, rude, and even a bit insane.

Her love for Xue'er...

Was real.

Inside the Pope's Bedchamber, the air seemed to solidify.

"Mom... Mommy, please don't be like this."

Qian Renxue anxiously grabbed Nan Feng's arm, her small face flushed red as she hurriedly explained, "He's not an old mongrel... He's Grandfather! He's Xue'er's own grandfather!"

"Grandfather?"

The murderous aura radiating from Nan Feng faltered slightly, and the Eight Spider Lances behind her stopped their frantic waving. She tilted her head, looked Qian Daoliu up and down, and then revealed an expression of sudden realization that was incredibly punchable:

"Oh, so you're the biological father of that deadbeat dad of Xue'er's?"

"Tsk, the son wasn't a good egg, so it seems the father didn't teach him well either. No wonder he has such a punchable face; is this what they call 'if the upper beam is crooked, the lower ones will be askew'?"

"..."

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence once more.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's mouth twitched violently, and Guangling Douluo nearly choked on his own saliva.

Deadbeat dad?

What kind of talk was that?!

Qian Daoliu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Although Qian Xunji was indeed dead, hearing the words "deadbeat dad" come out of Bibi Dong's mouth sounded incredibly wrong!

Was this really Bibi Dong?

The Bibi Dong who was once noble and cold, who maintained the poise of a Holy Maiden even in her lowest moments—even if she had lost her memory or suffered a split personality, she shouldn't have turned into this, right?

"Enough."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to slap the woman before him to death.

He glanced at the Bibi Dong on the bed, who wore a detached expression as if none of this concerned her, and his belief in the "split personality" diagnosis grew even stronger.

The main body was cold as ice, while the avatar was crude as fire.

This was clearly a sign of extreme soul instability.

"Golden Crocodile, take her to the Side Hall." Qian Daoliu pointed at the fierce-looking Nan Feng. "And take Xue'er as well."

"Understood, Big Brother."

Golden Crocodile Douluo bit the bullet and stepped forward.

"I'm not going!!"

Nan Feng acted like a cat with its fur standing on end, pulling Qian Renxue into her arms, her Eight Spider Lances shimmering with a cold light. "You want to snatch Xue'er away from me? Not a chance!"

"Mommy... it's okay."

Qian Renxue hurriedly comforted her, "Grandpa Golden Crocodile isn't a bad person. We're just going to the next room, nowhere else."

Under Qian Renxue's gentle persuasion, Nan Feng reluctantly retracted her spider lances, but she still glared viciously at Qian Daoliu before taking Qian Renxue's hand and strutting out behind Golden Crocodile.

After they left, Qian Daoliu took one last deep look at Bibi Dong on the bed.

"Take care of yourself."

Leaving behind these meaningful words, Qian Daoliu flickered and vanished from the bedchamber.

Pope Palace, Side Hall.

Nan Feng sat on the main seat with Qian Renxue in her lap, the Eight Spider Lances behind her still extended, making her look like a bristling hedgehog.

She stared fixedly at Golden Crocodile Douluo and Guangling Douluo standing at the door, her eyes full of suspicion, as if guarding against thieves.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a beauty before?" Nan Feng cursed viciously.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's face darkened, so he simply closed his eyes and turned away, choosing to ignore what he couldn't change.

Guangling, however, observed this "special" Bibi Dong with great interest. Although this personality wasn't very bright, she was at least more pleasing to the eye than that cold, icy one.

"Xue'er, these two old men don't look like good people."

Nan Feng leaned into Qian Renxue's ear and whispered loudly, "Especially that one in the gold armor. He's got a face full of fat; he's definitely a pig butcher."

Qian Renxue: "..."

Just then, a flash of golden light streaked by, and the figure of Qian Daoliu appeared out of thin air within the hall.

He swept his gaze around the room and said indifferently, "Golden Crocodile, Guang Ling, you two head out first."

"Xue'er, you go out too."

"I won't!"

Before Qian Renxue could speak, Nan Feng exploded, tightening her arms around the little girl in her embrace. "Trying to send Xue'er away? So you can bully a weak woman like me? You old thing, your abacus is clicking so loudly I could hear it from three miles away!"

"..." A vein throbbed on Qian Daoliu's forehead.

A weak woman?

With the way you were acting just now, like you were about to tear the roof off, where exactly do you look like a weak woman?!

"Mama..."

Qian Renxue looked at Qian Daoliu, then back at Nan Feng, feeling quite conflicted.

"Xue'er, Grandfather has some matters regarding your mother's condition that I need to confirm with her alone."

Qian Daoliu tried to make his tone sound as gentle as possible. "Grandfather promises you, I absolutely will not hurt her."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue finally turned her head, took Nan Feng's hand, and said softly:

"Mama, Grandfather is very powerful, but he keeps his word. Will you let Xue'er go outside for a little while, okay?"

"Xue'er will be right at the door, and if Mama calls for me, I'll rush right back in!"

Seeing the pleading look in Qian Renxue's eyes, the fierce light in Nan Feng's eyes finally dissipated bit by bit, replaced by an expression of reluctance and grievance.

"Well... alright then."

Nan Feng let go, but didn't forget to wave her fist threateningly. "Xue'er, you stay right at the door. If this old bas... if this old man dares to touch a single hair on my head, I'll scream!"

Qian Renxue walked out, looking back every three steps.

Following her, Golden Crocodile and Guang Ling pulled the great doors shut.

Inside the vast Side Hall, only Qian Daoliu and Nan Feng remained.

In that instant, the atmosphere changed completely.

Qian Daoliu's previously calm gaze turned sharp as a blade, and a sacred, vast aura slowly rose from within his body.

"What exactly are you?"

Qian Daoliu stared at Nan Feng, his voice icy. "Are you a manifestation of Bibi Dong's kindness? Or... a scheme of the Evil God?"

"I'm your mother!" Nan Feng retorted immediately.

"You old goat, stop playing god and acting all mysterious here!"

Qian Daoliu frowned. He had no patience for the ramblings of this erratic personality; he had to determine the nature of this avatar and whether there was any evil power lurking within her that could threaten Xue'er.

BOOM--!!!

Qian Daoliu slammed a step forward.

In an instant, the entire Side Hall was swallowed by dazzling golden light!

This was no longer simple soul power pressure, but a higher-level force that made one's soul tremble!

Angel Divine Power!

As the High Priest of the Angel God and a demigod who had completed the Angel Eight Trials, Qian Daoliu could borrow true divine power within Martial Soul City and the radius of the Angel God Temple, just as Bo Saixi could on Sea God Island.

In this state, he was not much different from a true god.

HUM--!

A massive phantom of a Six-Winged Angel emerged behind Qian Daoliu, its sacred radiance instantly enveloping Nan Feng.

Angel Domain fully activated!

"What... what is this hellish thing?"

Nan Feng's expression changed drastically. She discovered with horror that her level ninety-seven strength was melting away like snow in this golden light, leaving her limp!

The surrounding space seemed to have turned into indestructible amber, pinning her firmly in place so that she couldn't even move a single finger!

"This... this is..."

True terror surfaced in Nan Feng's eyes. "Let me go!! You old bastard! What are you trying to do?!"

"Be quiet."

Qian Daoliu floated in mid-air, like a god judging the world.

He extended a finger, pointing it through the air toward the center of Nan Feng's brow.

"Let me see... what exactly is hidden in the depths of your soul."