Unfathomable Star Dou

Er Ming did not want to admit it, but facts were facts.

He could go head-to-head with the 98th-level Golden Crocodile Douluo without falling behind, but the 99th-level Qian Daoliu was an existence from another dimension.

What's more, Qian Daoliu was known as the strongest Title Douluo of the skies.

Even with his Dark Gold Bone Wings, Er Ming knew he could never outrun Qian Daoliu and his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul in the air.

"Golden Light Eagle!"

Er Ming let out a low growl.

The Golden Light Eagle had already been poised and ready.

The moment before Qian Daoliu's next palm strike was about to land, the Golden Light Eagle beat its wings.

Kunpeng Method, Ultimate Speed!

Cyan-gold feathers carved a streak of light through the night sky, moving so fast that Qian Daoliu only caught a glimpse of a blurred afterimage.

His palm struck empty air; the cyan-gold light had already been seized by Er Ming, who, carrying Xiao Wu, was swept up by the Golden Light Eagle and shot off toward the direction of the Star Dou Forest.

Qian Daoliu beat his six wings in unison, transforming into a golden meteor as he gave chase.

His speed was at the Limit Douluo level, and with the added boost of the Angel's six wings, there was no one in the entire Douluo Continent who could rival him in speed.

However, he pursued for a full thirty breaths.

Yet, the distance between him and that Golden Light Eagle not only failed to shrink, it grew wider.

The eagle's speed was completely contrary to common sense, as if it were teleporting!

Every beat of its wings was a spatial jump; one could even see slight ripples in space along the trajectory of its wings.

Qian Daoliu pushed the speed of his Angel Martial Soul to the absolute limit, yet he could only watch helplessly as that cyan-gold speck of light grew smaller and smaller on the horizon, eventually merging into the endless darkness toward the Star Dou Forest.

Qian Daoliu stopped in mid-air.

He couldn't catch up!

In his nearly two hundred years of life, this was the first time he had encountered something he could not catch.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly.

His voice was not loud, yet it pierced through layers of space, clearly reaching into that rapidly receding cyan-gold streak of light.

"The events of these past few days are strange."

"Our Martial Soul Hall never had any intention of plotting against you from the very beginning."

"From the start, it was a trap set by Tang San."

"I hope you do not come again."

His voice was calm and sincere, as if he were stating a fact he had confirmed beyond a doubt.

The Golden Light Eagle's form faltered slightly.

It wasn't because they had been caught, but because they had heard these words.

On its back, Xiao Wu was about to retort.

She instinctively wanted to say that Martial Soul Hall had hunted soul beasts first, and her mother had died at the hands of Bibi Dong later; how could such a blood feud be lightly brushed aside with a simple "no plotting"?

But the Golden Light Eagle spoke first.

"Princess Xiao Wu," the Golden Light Eagle's voice carried a hint of worldly wisdom and cunning, "do you remember what Tang San did at the Soul Master Tournament that day?"

Xiao Wu was stunned.

Images of that day involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

The Lovesick Heartbreak Red falling from her bodice twice, Bibi Dong exposing Tang San's schemes to his face.

And Tang San kneeling on the ground, weeping and begging the Golden Light Eagle to take him to save himself, only to push her toward the blade of a Title Douluo the very next instant...

Fragment after fragment flashed through her mind.

All the pieces fit together, revealing a truth that made her entire body turn cold.

Tang San had known long ago that she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

That was why he had laid his traps, forcing her into a dead end step by step.

It was all to make her sacrifice herself!

After understanding what Tang San had done, a dull ache spread through Xiao Wu's heart.

At Notting Academy, he was the first roommate willing to talk to her.

At Shrek Academy, he was the Third Brother who always stood in front of her.

She had once believed this boy would be one of the people she trusted most in this life, second only to Da Ming and Er Ming, and second only to the father she had never met.

Yet, this very person she trusted most had plotted against her step by step, pushing her toward her doom.

Xiao Wu clenched her fists.

But just as that pain threatened to swallow her whole, the second martial soul space that had just been opened within her body suddenly lit up.

A bright, clear moon slowly rose in the depths of her consciousness, its silvery light flowing like a cool spring through every limb and bone of her body.

The moonlight was not scorching, yet it peeled away the surging anger, pain, resentment, and confusion in her heart layer by layer, revealing the most composed thoughts beneath.

Laurel Martial Soul, Moonlight Clears the Heart.

This was the passive ability bestowed upon her by the Moon Martial Soul.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, her mind would not be swayed by any emotion, nor would it be blinded by any illusion, forever maintaining the clear and calm judgment of a bright moon.

Xiao Wu took a deep breath, the tears in her eyes gradually drying up.

Tang San and Bibi Dong; one was hypocritical kindness, the other was naked evil.

In essence, they were the same type of person.

They would stop at nothing to become stronger, climbing upward at any cost.

Tang San coveted her hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and spirit bone.

Bibi Dong coveted any power that could bring her closer to that threshold.

These people were all her enemies!

Fortunately, she still had a father.

A father willing to overturn Martial Soul Hall for her sake.

From this day forward, she would no longer be deceived or used by anyone.

What Tang San owed her, she would reclaim with her own hands. What Bibi Dong owed her mother, she would also end with her own hands!

At the same moment, Martial Soul City.

Qian Daoliu stood on the highest terrace of the Worship Hall, his six snow-white wings slowly folding behind him.

He had actually lost the trail...

Qian Daoliu, known as the invincible of the sky, the inheritor of the Angel Martial Soul, a ninety-nine-level Limit Douluo.

He had actually lost his target!

This fact filled his heart with immense shock.

Recalling that speed, and the Titan Giant Ape that surged with incredible power.

Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Whether it was the speed of the Golden Light Eagle or the power erupted by the Titan Giant Ape, everything exceeded his understanding.

Even that old thing Tang Chen couldn't possibly erupt with such power endlessly, could he?

And that little rabbit.

According to Golden Crocodile, everything today started because of her, and her strength was not overly formidable, at most on par with the younger generation of Martial Soul Hall.

But tonight... this little rabbit had single-handedly pulled hundreds of spirit masters into an illusion domain.

How could there be such a massive increase in strength in just one day?

Such things, he had only heard of in legends of miracles!

Now, he felt that the Star Dou Forest was unfathomable.

Was there some unknown force hidden there?

A force that far exceeded the current understanding of the Douluo Continent?

"Pass the order."

Qian Daoliu's voice was aged yet majestic, piercing through the layers of pillars and domes of the Worship Hall, echoing between every palace deep within Martial Soul Hall.

"Convene an emergency meeting. With the exception of the Pope, who is too severely injured to attend, all Title Douluo—report to the Worship Hall for discussion immediately."