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Qian Xunji's limbs had all been crippled. He lay sprawled in a pool of blood like a fish thrown ashore, able only to twitch weakly, with none of his former majesty as Pope remaining.

"The sixth spear is for myself."

His sixth Soul Ring lit up again. This time, Ye Xunfeng did not strike immediately.

He walked up to Qian Xunji and looked down at him. There was no emotion in his violet eyes, only coldness.

"Do you know? Ever since I was little, I knew I had an enemy. His name was Qian Xunji. He was the Pope of Spirit Hall, and he was also my biological brother." Ye Xunfeng's voice was soft, as though he were discussing something irrelevant. "Every day, I looked forward to growing up, to finding you, and then..."

Before he could finish, Ye Xunfeng thrust his spear.

The spear did not strike a vital point. Instead, it precisely pierced Qian Xunji's Soul Power core—his dantian.

I've crippled you!

"Pfft..."

Qian Xunji's dantian shattered instantly.

The Soul Power he had painstakingly cultivated for decades burst from his body like floodwaters breaching a dam, dispersing into the air, never to return.

Within the Elder Hall, Qian Daoliu closed his eyes. At the same time, he used his Soul Power to restrain the others who wanted to intervene.

"No... no!" Qian Xunji let out a despairing roar, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. "My Soul Power... my Soul Power! You crippled me! How dare you cripple me!"

For a soul master, losing one's Soul Power was more painful than death.

Especially for someone like Qian Xunji. His power, status, and dignity had all been built upon his Soul Power. Without it, he was nothing—just a cripple.

If not for Ye Xunfeng, Qian Daoliu might have reluctantly accepted him. But now, he had a better choice.

"I told you, killing you would be letting you off too easily." Ye Xunfeng withdrew his spear and calmly looked at Qian Xunji lying in the blood. "I want you to live. Live and watch everything you care about leave you, little by little."

He turned toward the Elder Hall, his voice suddenly rising and spreading throughout Spirit City. "I, Ye Xunfeng, came to Spirit Hall today for no reason other than revenge. Now that my vengeance has been fulfilled, I will not slaughter the innocent. But if anyone wishes to stand up for Qian Xunji, come find me!"

The plaza fell deathly silent. The silence lingered.

Not long after, the gates of the Elder Hall slowly opened.

A golden figure walked out from within. It was Qian Daoliu.

His expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. His gaze fell upon Ye Xunfeng, filled with complicated, indescribable emotions.

Ye Xunfeng looked at this man who was his biological father, yet his heart did not stir in the slightest. He called out blandly, "Nice to meet you for the first time, Father whom I have never met."

Qian Daoliu looked at the young man before him, his heart filled with emotion.

He looked so much like him. His bearing was far too similar to Qian Daoliu's in his youth. This child was even more outstanding than he had expected.

A nineteen-year-old Titled Douluo, with an unprecedented Soul Ring configuration of two black, five red, and two orange rings, along with a calmness and decisiveness far beyond his age—he had exceeded all expectations.

"I knew you would come." Qian Daoliu spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse. "And your mother... is she well?"

"She's dead." Ye Xunfeng's tone did not waver in the slightest. "She died thirteen years ago."

Qian Daoliu's body swayed slightly, pain flashing across his face.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, they were full of guilt. "I wronged her, and I wronged you."

Though this child had been beyond his expectations, he truly had wronged that woman back then.

Ye Xunfeng said nothing.

If apologies were useful, what would Martial Souls and soul skills be for?

How could the suffering his mother endured possibly be wiped away so easily?

"From this day onward, you are the Pope of Spirit Hall." Qian Daoliu looked at Ye Xunfeng with unwavering resolve. "You deserve it. As for Qian Xunji, spare his life. Letting him live like this is more painful than death."

Ye Xunfeng looked at Qian Daoliu and remained silent for a long while. In the end, he uttered only one word. "Fine."

That very day, Spirit Hall announced to the outside world that former Pope Qian Xunji had stepped down due to health reasons, and Ye Xunfeng, a direct descendant of the Angel Clan, would succeed him as the Pope of Spirit Hall.

The news shook the entire Douluo Continent!

Why did a direct descendant not bear the surname Qian, but Ye?

No one knew where this Ye Xunfeng had come from. Yet before long, even more shocking news spread across the continent.

The new Pope was only nineteen years old, yet he was already a Titled Douluo. With two black, five red, and two orange Soul Rings, he had stormed the Pope Palace alone with a single spear and crippled the former Pope, Qian Xunji!

The news seemed to grow wings, flying to every corner of the continent.

Within the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Wei looked at the intelligence report in his hands. His hands trembled uncontrollably as he muttered, "It's true. It's really true. Two black, five red, and two orange..."

He recalled the letter his eldest son, Tang Xiao, had sent earlier. At the time, he had still harbored a trace of wishful thinking, believing that an unknown soul master could only be so strong. Only now did he realize that this young man was terrifyingly powerful.

Besides, he was no longer an unknown soul master. Even if he possessed great strength, without a faction behind him, he would only have been one man. But he had become Pope, and that was a serious problem.

"Someone, prepare generous gifts!" Tang Wei took a deep breath and ordered solemnly, "I will personally go to Spirit City to congratulate the new Pope! Tang Yuehua, come with me."

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi looked at the intelligence report, a relieved smile appearing at the corner of his lips. He turned to Sword Douluo beside him and said, "Uncle Sword, it seems our choice back then was not wrong."

"Yes." Sword Douluo nodded, his eyes full of emotion. "A nineteen-year-old Titled Douluo... the younger generation truly surpasses us. His future is limitless."

Within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen remained silent for a long time. In the end, he let out a long sigh and instructed his subordinate, "Send people to Spirit City with congratulatory gifts. While you are there, find out what kind of temperament this new Pope has."

Yu Xiaogang was hiding outside the door at that moment, listening to the news with a face full of jealousy. His fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms, but just as they were about to break his skin, he abruptly loosened them and gently rubbed his palms instead.

The royal families of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire also dispatched envoys one after another, carrying lavish gifts toward Spirit City.

For a time, Spirit City became the focus of the entire continent. All factions gathered there, each wanting to catch a glimpse of this young Pope.

And the one who had caused it all was now standing beneath the Angel Statue in the Elder Hall, looking up at the enormous sculpture.

"Mother, did you see?" Ye Xunfeng murmured softly, his voice carrying a faint, barely perceptible tremor. "I avenged you."

He slowly closed his eyes. A tear slid from the corner of his eye and fell to the ground.

Mother, please bless me!

You said you wanted to see an age of prosperity. Then on my path to godhood, I will create for you a unified golden age, where the people have someone to rely on.

As Ye Xunfeng stood beneath the Angel Statue, the voices of the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction rang out in his mind.