Bibi Dong slid backward several meters before she managed to steady herself.
The Soul Power shield in front of her was covered in cracks. Then it shattered with a thunderous crash.
"This..."
Qian Renxue stared, dumbfounded.
One punch?
Just one punch had driven her mother back, even with Martial Soul Possession activated?
And Lin Qiu hadn't even used a Soul Ring!
The great hall fell utterly silent.
Lin Qiu drew back his fist. The golden blood qi around him slowly subsided, and he returned to being that same languid young man.
"Mom, you let me win."
Bibi Dong looked at her tingling arm, the shock in her eyes gradually giving way to delight.
She wasn't angry that her son had driven her back. On the contrary, she was filled with pride.
This was her son!
At such a young age, he could shake a Titled Douluo without even using his Martial Soul. Compared to a talent like his, Tang Hao and Qian Daoliu were both a joke!
"Good! Good! Good!"
Bibi Dong said "good" three times, then hurried forward and wrapped Lin Qiu in a tight hug, too excited to contain herself.
"As expected of my son!"
"With you here, what great undertaking could possibly fail?"
Hidden in the shadows, Qian Daoliu wore a complicated expression.
He had always been wary of Lin Qiu, an outsider, since the Angel Clan's legacy could not fall into the hands of someone from outside the clan.
But that punch had shown him another possibility.
Perhaps this young man really could break through that legendary limit—even surpass the gods!
Bibi Dong led Lin Qiu back to the seat of honor, no longer concealing the ambition in her eyes.
"Xiao Qiu, you're already strong enough to stand on your own."
"I'd planned to wait a