Each Generation Worse Than the Last

"This old bastard is called Lor Diarra. He is currently an elder at the Soul Douluo level."

Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke to Qian Cheng in a low voice.

"Hm? A Soul Douluo can be an elder too? At the very least, shouldn't elders be Titled Douluo?"

Qian Cheng frowned slightly, his tone carrying a trace of surprise.

"The previous Popes changed the rules. Soul Douluo are considered honorary elders, while Titled Douluo are the true elders."

Golden Crocodile Douluo explained.

"I see..."

Qian Cheng nodded and turned his gaze back to Lor Diarra.

"I just found that relief unpleasant to look at, so I smashed it while I was at it. You're not going to be angry, are you?"

The corners of Qian Cheng's lips curled into a teasing smile.

Upon hearing this, Lor Diarra's fury was instantly ignited.

"You found the relief unpleasant to look at, so you smashed it while you were at it."

"Then if I find you unpleasant to look at, can I smash you while I'm at it too?"

The moment he finished speaking, his eighth spirit ring erupted with dazzling light. Golden Soul Power transformed into a golden eagle in an instant.

The golden eagle let out a cry toward the sky, charging at Qian Cheng with an aura of destruction, as though it intended to tear him to pieces.

Qian Cheng remained where he stood, looking utterly relaxed, as if he did not take Lor Diarra's attack seriously at all.

The instant the golden eagle came shrieking toward him, Qian Cheng suddenly raised his hand and threw a punch into the air.

Rumble!

A piercing explosion rang through the heavens like thunder.

What appeared to be a casual strike contained boundless might, instantly blowing the golden eagle apart!

"That's impossible..."

Lor Diarra's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with horror.

He was a Soul Douluo, yet his Eighth Spirit Skill had been so easily shattered by a single punch?

"Your attack is average, your speed is average, and your spirit rings are average..."

Qian Cheng's tone was somewhat helpless, as if he were looking at a disappointing junior.

"Are you a Titled Douluo?"

Lor Diarra seemed to finally understand.

If the other party were merely an ordinary soul master, how could he possibly dare to act so arrogantly?

"You're not enough. Go call some people!"

Qian Cheng spoke calmly, as if discussing what to eat that evening.

"I..."

Lor Diarra immediately shut his mouth, a deep wariness flashing through his eyes.

"Hurry up and call them. I'm waiting!"

Qian Cheng's tone carried a hint of impatience.

Before Lor Diarra could respond, an exceedingly effeminate voice rang out from high above.

"If Your Excellency leaves now, I can overlook your offense of destroying the city wall!"

Everyone looked up to see two figures, one black and one white, descending through the air and entering their sight.

The black figure was shrouded entirely in profound darkness, making his face impossible to see.

The white figure was an extraordinarily beautiful-looking man, one who could be described as an "unparalleled beauty."

Both of them radiated powerful auras, with nine spirit rings circling around their bodies.

They were Spirit Hall's Titled Elders—Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

The one who had spoken just now was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.

His reason for saying that was quite simple.

Yue Guan had long found the hammer relief on that city wall displeasing.

Whenever he saw it, he thought of that bizarre and humiliating battle from back then.

"You two should heal your injuries first before saying such things to me. Otherwise, your words won't be very convincing."

Qian Cheng shook his head, speaking meaningfully.

Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo's face immediately turned livid, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Although Gui Mei beside him said nothing, his expression was equally ugly.

What a sore spot to bring up!

How had they gotten those injuries?

Others might not know, but they themselves knew perfectly well.

This was simply rubbing salt into their wounds!

"Who exactly are you?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's gaze swept over Qian Cheng before shifting to the three people behind him.

Not a trace of aura emanated from Qian Cheng. There was not even the slightest fluctuation to sense, as though he were merely an ordinary person.

The two white-haired old men behind him both had their faces covered, yet they gave him a strangely familiar feeling.

The last one, the little blonde girl, also seemed familiar, as though he had seen her somewhere before.

Most strangely, even when he circulated his Soul Power, he could not see through the true appearances of those three.

"If you can amuse me, I might tell you!"

Qian Cheng's tone carried a trace of amusement.

Ninth Spirit Skill: Falling Flowers Sever the Heart!

Seeing that there was no way to uncover any information about the other party, Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped wasting words and directly unleashed his spirit skill.

Driven by Soul Power, golden petals drifted down with the wind, dancing gracefully through the air like a magnificent rain of golden flowers.

They gathered together at an astonishing speed, forming a massive golden tornado.

The golden petals were sharp as blades. Even the hardest rocks would be reduced to powder beneath their cutting.

"Grandfather, do you know what the Ancestor's martial soul was?"

Watching the petals gradually close in, Qian Renxue not only did not retreat, but instead turned to ask Qian Daoliu.

"According to the records in the Ancestral Records, the Sixth Generation Ancestor possessed two martial souls."

"But no one has ever seen his second martial soul, while his first martial soul was called..."

Before Qian Daoliu could finish, profound black light surged forth from ahead.

"It's been a long time since I used you. Today, I'll let you come out and get some air!"

A blood-red spear appeared in Qian Cheng's palm, radiating a chilling killing intent.

God Slaying First Spear: Annihilation!

Black spear light, like a black dragon, crashed into the golden tornado with endless pressure.

Bang!

Amid a muffled boom, the wildly raging golden tornado instantly collapsed and scattered in every direction.

Chrysanthemum Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned incomparably pale, and his body swayed several times before he barely managed to steady himself.

"How could it be... this strong..."

At that moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo was utterly stunned.

He was a level 95 Titled Douluo, with exceptional combat strength capable of crushing the vast majority of ordinary Titled Douluo.

Yet now, not only had he been forced back by a single move, he had even been injured.

What was more, the opponent had used a Self-Created Soul Skill. He had not even seen a spirit ring!

Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

Gui Mei's cold voice pulled Yue Guan from his thoughts.

The two had known each other for many years and had used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill countless times, so their coordination was naturally flawless.

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo prepared to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Qian Cheng made his move again.

"For the sake of your service to Spirit Hall, I will help you treat those injuries!"

Qian Cheng extended both hands at once and grabbed toward the void.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately froze, then sensed an incomparably massive, irresistible force of suction.

The two wanted to resist, only to discover that they could not resist at all!

Immediately afterward, two streams of dark red energy emerged from the bodies of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, flying toward Qian Cheng's palms.

That dark red energy was filled with cold killing intent, and its grade surpassed that of Soul Power.

Something of a grade above Soul Power... The injuries on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had been inflicted by Tang Hao.

How exactly had Tang Hao defeated Qian Xunji and several other Titled Douluo?

Ah...

It really was hard to guess!