Tang Wei Seeks to Offer Up Tang Yuehua

Ye Xunfeng stopped walking and gave the Soul Douluo a casual glance.

Just one glance.

The Soul Douluo instantly looked as though an invisible hand had seized his throat. He could not utter a single word, his body involuntarily staggered two steps back, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Move aside." Ye Xunfeng's voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone present with perfect clarity, carrying an irresistible majesty.

"Who exactly are you? How dare you cause trouble before the Pope Palace!" Another Soul Douluo gritted his teeth and stepped forward to block him.

It seemed Qian Xunji still had a few loyal dogs under his command.

Ye Xunfeng ignored him and merely raised his right hand slowly, palm facing upward.

The next instant, a crystalline white spear condensed in his hand.

The spear shaft was snow-white, with the words Sky-Propping engraved upon it. Yet the spearhead shone so brilliantly that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.

Then, Soul Rings began to appear one after another.

Black, black, red, red, red, red, red, orange, orange.

Nine Soul Rings lit up in sequence, slowly revolving beneath Ye Xunfeng's feet and emitting a terrifying aura that made hearts tremble.

The entire square fell deathly silent. Even a needle dropping to the ground could have been heard.

Everyone's eyes widened, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit an egg inside, yet no one could make a sound for a long while.

"Th... this is impossible?"

"Orange Soul Rings? What are those? I've never seen anything like them!"

"Two black, five red, and two orange... Am I seeing things? Is this a dream?"

The Spirit Hall soul masters all turned pale. The more timid ones collapsed directly onto the ground, trembling all over.

Even experts at the Soul Douluo level were pressed so heavily by that aura that they could barely breathe, let alone stand steadily.

Elder Hall

"Are we not going to intervene?" Green Phoenix Douluo spoke after a long silence.

"All Titled Douluo, heed my order. Shut the gates tight and ask no questions." Qian Daoliu knelt beneath the Angel statue, no longer begging or praying to the Angel for anything.

Ye Xunfeng, his youngest son whom he had never met, was almost certainly the heir of a god.

The moment Ye Xunfeng entered Spirit City, Qian Daoliu had sensed the dense divinity within his Martial Soul.

It was a divinity that seemed even more powerful than that of the Angel.

Though he did not know what sort of serpent the other man was, it was enough that he belonged to Spirit Hall.

As for Qian Xunji...

Qian Daoliu had already decided to abandon that son. He would simply pretend he had never had such a son.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes tightly.

"This Soul Ring configuration, Brother, h-he..."

"Alas, Golden Crocodile, you saw it too, didn't you?" After remaining silent for a while, Qian Daoliu slowly rose to his feet, turned his head, and spoke to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Little Ji..." Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed. He immediately understood Qian Daoliu's choice; in his view, he would have made the same choice.

Leaving everything else aside, that act of saving an entire city alone was enough to make him admire the boy's courage.

After all, under those circumstances, it was highly possible that he would have had to expend his life force.

Golden Crocodile Douluo returned to his seat, crossed his legs, and resumed cultivating without asking another question.

Clear Sky Sect.

"Why has fighting broken out over at Spirit Hall?" Tang Wei paced anxiously around his room, while also considering how he should offer an apology.

Suddenly, he thought of something and instructed the disciple at the door, "Go summon Yuehua."

His daughter had no talent for cultivation, yet she had enjoyed the sect's support. Therefore, she would ultimately have to make sacrifices for the sect.

Besides, he rather trusted the character of the Angel Clan.

Yuehua might not be favored, but as long as she bore a son or daughter, she would not be in danger.

"Father, what did you want to see me for?" Tang Yuehua slowly entered, lifting her skirt. She was utterly incompatible with Clear Sky Sect.

"Once the battle over at Spirit Hall ends, you will accompany me to Spirit Hall." Tang Wei sat in his chair and spoke without mercy.

"Father, why?" Tang Yuehua wore an expression of utter disbelief. Clearly, she understood the unspoken meaning behind her father's words.

"If you want Clear Sky Sect to remain, if you want your second brother to live well, then go to Qian Daoliu's youngest son, the one who is about to become the next Pope..." Tang Wei said after a long silence.

"I..." Tang Yuehua completely fell apart, tears dropping from her eyes one by one.

Tang Wei shook his head lightly. He was only afraid that even if he wanted to offer her up, the other party might not accept her.

Before the Pope Palace.

"Y-you..." Qian Xunji's expression changed completely, shifting from livid to deathly pale. He had guessed that Ye Xunfeng's talent was monstrous, but he had never imagined it could be this monstrous.

Orange Soul Rings—he had never even heard of them!

What exactly had this boy experienced over the past decade or so?

"Qian Xunji, my dear elder brother." Ye Xunfeng finally spoke. His voice was as calm as stagnant water, devoid of any emotion. "I'm here."

"Y-you... Who are you? I don't know you at all!" Qian Xunji shouted, forcing himself to remain calm despite his inner weakness.

"You don't know me?" Ye Xunfeng gave a soft laugh, but the smile did not reach his eyes and was filled with coldness. "Nineteen years ago, you had someone bring my mother a bowl of abortion medicine. Eighteen years ago, you sent people to hunt down my mother and me, forcing her to flee deep into the mountains with me in her arms just after I was born. Have you forgotten all that so quickly?"

Qian Xunji's face instantly turned as white as paper, and he could not say a single word.

The surrounding soul masters and passersby all drew sharp breaths. The way they looked at Qian Xunji changed completely, their eyes full of contempt and shock.

The Angel Clan had always stood for justice.

"You're spouting nonsense!" Qian Xunji roared desperately. "I am the Pope of Spirit Hall! How could I possibly have done something so vile? Men, seize this madman impersonating a member of the Angel Clan!"

Yet not a single person moved.

The soul masters looked at one another, and none of them dared step forward.

What a joke. That was a nine-ring Titled Douluo with two black, five red, and two orange heaven-defying Soul Rings. What difference was there between going up against him and courting death?

Moreover, had they not seen that Elder Hall had made no move?

If they had not moved, then this person was either one of their own, or someone even Elder Hall could neither defeat nor afford to offend. Why should they make a move?

"Looks like your people aren't very obedient." Ye Xunfeng's tone remained calm as he turned toward Qian Xunji. "Fine. It saves me the trouble."

The instant he finished speaking, Ye Xunfeng moved.

He did not use any soul skill. He simply thrust his spear forward.

Yet this seemingly ordinary thrust carried an unstoppable pressure that left people unable even to think of dodging. The spearhead shot straight toward Qian Xunji's face.

Qian Xunji's expression changed drastically. In an instant, he summoned his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. Six golden wings burst open behind his back, and his sixth Soul Ring lit up at once. Angel Shield—the Angel's six wings transformed into a heavy golden shield of light before him.

Boom!

The spearhead struck the light shield with savage force, and a deafening blast shook the entire square.