Return to Martial Soul Hall, Six Great Worships Personally Welcome

At the same time, in Martial Soul City, at the Worship Hall.

The atmosphere within the vast hall was somewhat restless.

"Fourth Brother, that brat Xiao Yao has been out for nearly two months, hasn't he? Why hasn't he returned yet?"

The Seventh Worship, Falling Devil Douluo, paced back and forth in the great hall, the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand creaking as he gripped it tightly.

Opposite him, the Fourth Worship, Mighty Lion Douluo Qin Xiong, was leisurely sipping strong spirits. Hearing this, he lifted his eyelids, a hint of unconcealable smugness hanging on his face.

"Xiao Yao has only been out for two months, so what? Old Seven, are you already eyeing the treasures my grandson is bringing back?"

"You bet I am!"

Falling Devil Douluo immediately leaned in, his eyes gleaming.

"Fourth Brother, you've already broken through to level ninety-eight; how could I not be envious? Hurry and tell your brother, what exactly does that Immortal Herb taste like to have such miraculous effects!"

The Sixth Worship, Thousand Jun Douluo, who was nearby, chimed in: "Exactly, Fourth Brother, don't keep it all to yourself. Share some of your experience."

Qin Xiong let out a hearty laugh, his voice like a booming bell, causing the entire hall to hum with the vibration.

"Want to know? When my grandson returns, go ask him yourselves! But then again, if he doesn't take a liking to you, you won't be getting any."

In the corner, the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them and let out a cold snort.

"Old Four, don't get too cocky. You're at level ninety-eight, but didn't I still manage to pin you to the ground and rub your face in it with a bit of effort?"

Qin Xiong's aged face flushed red, and he gave a light cough.

"Second Brother, you only won because your Martial Soul countered mine! Besides, are you going to claim you didn't use your full strength?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo was momentarily speechless.

He recalled the sparring match he had with Qin Xiong a few days prior; the vigor and explosive power of Qin Xiong's soul power were far superior to what they had been before.

Had he not finally resorted to two of his hundred-thousand-year soul skills, he might not have been able to suppress this fellow who had just broken through.

The efficacy of that Immortal Herb was truly terrifying.

Thinking of this, even his heart, usually as still as an ancient well, couldn't help but ripple.

This Immortal Herb might just be the opportunity he needed to break through to level ninety-nine.

"Enough, all of you, be quiet."

From the main seat, the voice of the First Worship, Qian Daoliu, rang out calmly, yet it instantly silenced the hall.

"You are all Title Douluos who have lived for over a hundred years; bickering over a blade of grass, what kind of decorum is that?"

He swept his gaze across the group, finally letting his eyes rest on Qin Xiong.

"Xiao Yao handles matters with discretion; when he returns, he will naturally bring surprises. Just wait."

Ten days later, a luxuriously decorated carriage sped along a wide official road.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a thin, green-haired elder; it was none other than Dugu Bo.

He muttered under his breath:

"To think that I, the dignified Poison Douluo, have been reduced to the status of a carriage driver."

Inside the carriage, the space was quite spacious.

Qin Yao sat cross-legged on one side, his eyes slightly closed, deep in meditation.

Dugu Yan sat opposite him, her beautiful eyes stealing glances at him from time to time.

Spending every day together during this period had given her a completely new understanding of this Holy Son.

He spent most of his time cultivating, but occasionally he would offer pointers on her use of soul skills; a few sparse words were always enough to make her suddenly enlightened.

The Holy Son was not as flamboyant or restless as others his age; there was always a sense of composure and majesty about him that defied his years.

Dugu Yan was lost in thought when Qin Yao's calm voice suddenly sounded.

"Have you seen enough?"

Qin Yao did not open his eyes.

"Ah!" Dugu Yan jumped as if she were a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her pretty face turning bright red. "I... I wasn't!"

Only then did Qin Yao open his eyes.

"Sit closer; the carriage is swaying too much."

"Oh..." Dugu Yan didn't understand why, but she subconsciously scooted toward him.

Just then, the carriage hit a violent bump. Losing her balance, she let out a cry of surprise and tipped over toward Qin Yao.

The embarrassment she expected did not occur.

Qin Yao reached out and steadily caught her by the shoulders, helping her sit upright.

"Be careful."

Qin Yao's voice was right in her ear; Dugu Yan could even feel the faint warmth radiating from him.

"I... I'm sorry, Your Highness."

She hurriedly sat upright, her heart pounding uncontrollably, her cheeks burning with heat.

Just then, the voice of Dugu Bo came from outside the carriage.

"Your Highness, Yan Yan, we have arrived."

Qin Yao withdrew his hand, stood up, and pulled back the carriage curtain.

Dugu Yan took a deep breath to calm her mood and followed him off the carriage.

The moment she steadied herself and saw the scene before her, she was completely stunned.

A colossal city, impossible to describe in words, stretched across the horizon.

The nearly hundred-meter-high walls were built from massive granite blocks, extending infinitely to both sides to form a perfect regular hexagon.

In the center of the wall, a gigantic relief of the Martial Soul Hall emblem shimmered brilliantly under the sunlight.

"Is... is this Martial Soul City?" Dugu Yan's voice was filled with shock.

Heaven Dou City was already majestic enough, but compared to the Martial Soul City before her, it still fell short.

There was not a trace of worldly smoke here, only extreme order, majesty, and a sense of oppression.

Even Dugu Bo, standing to the side, had a face full of gravity; he had not expected to arrive at Martial Soul City, let alone as an elder of Martial Soul Hall.

"Let's go."

Qin Yao was accustomed to their shock.

After presenting the Holy Son token, the three of them entered the city smoothly.

The streets of the outer city were paved with massive white stones, wide enough to accommodate several carriages side by side.

Deacons in yellow robes and patrolling Hall Guard Knights were visible everywhere, each holding their heads high with solemn expressions.

Passing through the outer city and entering the central city, the surrounding buildings became towering and ornate, and the strength of the patrolling soul masters had risen to the level of Soul Ancestors or even Soul Kings.

Seven iconic white spires pierced the clouds, radiating powerful soul power fluctuations.

Finally, they arrived before a silver-white high wall.

This was the inner city, the core of Martial Soul Hall's power, a city within a city.

The knights guarding this place were at least Soul Saints in strength.

Qin Yao presented the token again, and the heavy city gates slowly opened before them.

The moment they stepped into the inner city, a purer, more sacred aura rushed toward them.

In the distance, three main halls with distinct styles yet equal grandeur stood in a triangular formation.

And behind the three main halls, atop a higher hill, a palace with a golden statue piercing the sky overlooked the entire Martial Soul City.

That was the Worship Hall.

"Follow me."

Qin Yao did not linger in the plaza, heading straight toward the white jade stairs leading to the central high platform.

Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan hurriedly followed, their hearts filled with awe for this forbidden zone of power.

Just as they stepped onto the first stair, a thunderous voice echoed down from the top of the steps.

"You brat, you finally know how to come back!"

The two looked up to see a burly man with red hair like a lion's mane standing there, his voice like a booming bell, his tone carrying three parts reproach and seven parts joy.

Behind him, one figure after another slowly emerged from the shadows of the Worship Hall.

The next moment, six distinct auras of Titled Douluo appeared, their overwhelming presence instantly shrouding the entire sky.