Xiao Wujiu's voice carried spiritual power as it traveled all the way into the clouds above Spirit Hall, where a holy palace floated in midair.
It was a hall housing a statue of the Angel God. Inside, a silver-haired believer knelt beneath the statue, his expression exceptionally devout.
The hall was very quiet. Sunlight streamed inside, making the scene seem especially harmonious and sacred.
At that moment, the kneeling believer slowly opened his eyes. A glint flashed through his golden pupils, like flowing liquid gold, containing holy light.
He looked like a young man, but his eyes held the weathered weight of a hundred years. He wore a simple white robe embroidered with a tiny Six-Winged Angel totem over his chest.
He slowly rose and straightened. The serene, devout air around him gradually receded, and as he stood still, he felt like a sacred snow-capped mountain—imposing without flaunting it.
"Alas, a meaningless dispute."
After pondering for a moment, he still had no choice but to go down and meet the challenge. Just as when a member of the Chen Clan had challenged him years ago, he had to fight to safeguard Spirit Hall's authority. The Angel God's majesty could not be provoked!
Because he, Qian Daoliu, was the Angel God's most loyal and devout believer!
In Spirit City, Xiao Wujiu's voice had nearly spread throughout the entire city, astonishing everyone. The Soul Masters with knowledge and experience were particularly shocked when they heard the name he had called out.
"Qian Daoliu? Could that lord from back then still be alive?"
"Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu? That kid actually dared challenge him? Has he lost his mind?!"
"Wait, look at him. Eight wings, armored, spear in hand, with an aura as deep as an abyss. He must have some skill."
"..."