Qian Daoliu

Fortunately, at this critical moment, his teacher, acting as the referee, intervened in time to block the blow for Liu Quan. Had he not, Liu Quan would have been dead or crippled if he had truly been struck by the Blazing Sun Flare.

"This is too outrageous. Are they really Spirit Masters of the same rank?"

"He defeated Liu Quan in just two moves!"

Some students watching the scene on the spirit fighting arena could not help but exclaim in shock.

Although Liu Quan was defeated so easily by Han Xing, his strength was actually not weak among those of the same level. While he was not among the top-tier geniuses—being fifteen years old and only level 29—it was precisely because of this that his strength had been honed step by step, with every level gained accompanied by countless battles. Yet, even under these circumstances, he was still defeated in two moves, which was truly hard to believe.

"One can only say that the Three-Legged Golden Crow spirit is too strong," someone tried to explain. "He is only a Great Spirit Master, yet he can unleash a targeted attack with a range of fifty meters. How many people could dodge that?"

"Liu Quan is an agility-attack type Spirit Master after all; his strength lies in speed, and his defensive power is not outstanding."

Someone retorted, "That's not the point. Didn't you notice that Liu Quan's attack routes were completely locked down by this guy? Clearly, it was a crushing victory in both combat awareness and spirit strength that led to this outcome."

Amidst the chatter of the crowd, the Gilded Fire Wings behind Han Xing fluttered slightly, keeping him steadily suspended in the air as his spirit rings descended. His Golden Crow Vertical Pupils cast a cold glance at the chaotic crowd below. Only after confirming the referee's presence and acknowledging the result of the battle did he retract his wings and land on the arena floor.

"In this match, Han Xing wins!" The referee immediately delivered the verdict and announced the serial numbers for the next combatants.

Han Xing had no intention of lingering in the arena. Upon hearing the referee announce the results, he headed toward his dormitory alone. He needed to cultivate as soon as possible to break through to level 30. Now at level 29, it was nearly impossible for him to find an opponent within the Great Spirit Master realm, let alone engage in a full-power battle.

Just as Han Xing returned to his dormitory and opened the door, the scene before him made him freeze. Somehow, there was an extra person in his room. To be precise, it was an old man. The old man's aura was restrained, but Han Xing instinctively sensed that he was a powerhouse.

"Hello, is there something you need from me, Senior?" Han Xing asked respectfully.

"Nothing much, I just discovered something unusual and came to take a look." The old man looked at Han Xing, showing no signs of being an outsider as he pulled up a chair and sat down. "I heard you've taken Bibi Dong as your master?" the old man asked bluntly.

"How did you know, Senior?" Han Xing looked at the old man, guessing his identity, but unable to reach a precise conclusion. However, based on how the old man addressed Bibi Dong, he managed to deduce a few things. There were not many people in Spirit Hall who were old enough to address Bibi Dong by her name, but they did exist. Without a doubt, the old man before him came from the Hall of Worship. Only those elders of the Hall of Worship would dare to call Bibi Dong by her name.

"You've already called me Senior, isn't it normal for me to know a few things?" the old man countered. "The Pope taking on a disciple is a major event; naturally, it wouldn't go unnoticed."

Hearing this, Han Xing became even more certain that the old man came from the Hall of Worship. However, Han Xing remained silent, simply watching the old man before him. The two stared at each other for a long while until the old man finally lost his patience and revealed his purpose.

"Little fellow, would you mind releasing your spirit for me to see?"

Look at my spirit? What a strange request. Han Xing was somewhat puzzled, but he complied nonetheless. With the Three-Legged Golden Crow possessing his body, golden flames swirled around Han Xing, his eyes turned to gold, and the might of a divine beast surged forth. The old man watched Han Xing, unable to resist reaching out to touch the Sun True Fire flickering on his skin.

Despite the Sun True Fire possessing an incredibly high temperature, it held absolutely no power in front of this old man.

At this moment, it was as docile as a lamb, which showed that the old man's strength was extraordinary.

"Scorching, radiant—is this the Three-Legged Golden Crow? It is indeed a powerful Spirit."

The old man stroked the golden flames, a hint of obsession appearing in his eyes. Even though it lasted only for an instant, it still made Han Xing instinctively take two steps back.

"Little fellow, why did you suddenly step back? I'm not going to eat you."

The old man looked at Han Xing in confusion and tried to reach out to stroke the golden flames on his body again, but Han Xing dodged him.

"Don't touch me," Han Xing said sternly.

Hearing this, the old man was completely baffled and looked puzzled.

"Everything was fine just a moment ago; what's the matter?"

The old man asked, "Did I offend you just now?"

"No." Han Xing shook his head, though his eyes remained vigilant.

Seeing this, the old man thought back carefully for a moment and soon understood why Han Xing had suddenly retreated.

"You little fellow, I'm already at this age; I really don't know what you're worried about."

"Rest assured, I don't have such strange predilections; I am merely obsessed with your Spirit."

Hearing this, Han Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief, though the vigilance in his eyes did not dissipate.

"Fine, fine. Have you ever heard of the Hall of Worship?" the old man asked.

"I've heard a little," Han Xing nodded, "but I don't know much about it."

The old man didn't mind this and simply spoke slowly:

"I come from the Hall of Worship. My name is Qian Daoliu, and I am the Great Elder of the Hall of Worship."

Hearing this, Han Xing could not help but be shocked.

Qian Daoliu, one of the only three Peerless Douluo at the time!

Why would he suddenly come looking for him?

"It seems you do have some understanding of me. That's right, I am related to the previous Pope."

Qian Daoliu nodded and said, "The previous Pope, Qian Xunji, was my son."

"Then, may I ask what business the Great Elder has with me?" Having confirmed the other party's identity, Han Xing felt relieved.

In the Douluo Continent, there were not many famous, named characters one could completely trust.

However, Qian Daoliu was indeed someone who could be trusted, especially since Qian Daoliu was on the friendly side of the camp.

After all, this was a man who, even after his son died, did not break his promise to attack the Haotian Sect.

Although Qian Xunji's death was not caused by Tang Hao, and there were other hidden circumstances involved.

But if not for Tang Hao, Qian Xunji would not have died.

"Because of your Spirit," Qian Daoliu said bluntly.

"Your Spirit is rich with the power of ultimate light and fire. You must have seen the Angel Statue in the center of Spirit City, right?"

"I have," Han Xing nodded.

"My Qian family's inherited Spirit is the Angel Spirit," Qian Daoliu continued.

"And the Angel Spirit is a powerful Spirit that possesses the power of ultimate light."