No More Talk of Father-Son Affection

But it was utterly useless.

The charge-up for Sky-Propping Sun-Shooting was complete. The golden blazing sun detached from the spear tip and smashed toward Qian Daoliu with world-destroying force.

Gritting his teeth, Qian Daoliu summoned his Angel Holy Sword. The ninth Soul Ring beneath his feet flared brightly as he unleashed his strongest soul skill, Judgment of the Angel God.

A colossal golden pillar of divine punishment descended from the sky and collided fiercely with Ye Xunfeng's golden sun.

BOOM!!!

The deafening explosion resounded throughout Spirit City as a golden shockwave spread in every direction like a tsunami.

More than half the bluestone slabs in the plaza were blown away, and even the distant Pope Palace shook violently.

As the dust slowly settled, Qian Daoliu's figure emerged.

His robes had been torn in several places, blood stained the corner of his mouth, and the six golden wings behind him had dimmed considerably. He looked utterly disheveled.

Meanwhile, Ye Xunfeng stood in the center of the dust cloud, completely uninjured.

Holding the Atlas Spear, the fighting spirit in his violet eyes only grew fiercer. Not only had his aura not weakened, it had become even more overwhelming.

The Sky Prohibition Domain still enveloped the plaza. Qian Daoliu could not take to the air and could only clash head-on with Ye Xunfeng on the ground.

Ye Xunfeng gave Qian Daoliu no chance to catch his breath. With a flash, he instantly appeared before him and thrust his spear.

This strike was unbelievably fast, so fast that its movement was nearly impossible to see.

Qian Daoliu twisted aside to evade it, but Ye Xunfeng's second strike arrived immediately after, followed by a third, a fourth... each spear strike linked seamlessly to the next, airtight and unrelenting, pouring down on Qian Daoliu like a violent storm.

Qian Daoliu was forced back again and again. He could only defend passively and had no opportunity to counterattack.

He wanted to find an opening to retaliate, but Ye Xunfeng's spear was too fast, too ruthless, too precise. It left him no gaps whatsoever.

Moreover, with the Sky Prohibition Domain in effect, he had lost the aerial advantage he excelled at most. On the ground, neither his speed nor agility could compare to the young man before him.

Another spear thrust came. Qian Daoliu slapped aside the spearhead, but Ye Xunfeng turned with the momentum and viciously swept the spear's shaft into Qian Daoliu's waist.

Bang.

Qian Daoliu was sent flying sideways and crashed heavily into a stone pillar of the Pope Palace. Several cracks instantly spread across the marble pillar.

He struggled to his feet, his face already somewhat pale.

Ye Xunfeng did not stop. He closed in again, the Atlas Spear carving a silvery-white arc through the air as it shot straight for Qian Daoliu's throat.

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively tilted his head aside, but the spearhead still grazed his cheek, leaving behind a shallow bloody cut.

He retreated several steps and touched the blood on his face. Looking at the red stain on his fingertips, his eyes were filled with conflicted emotions.

This child truly wanted to defeat him—perhaps even kill him.

Ye Xunfeng gave him no time to think. The fifth Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, and his fifth soul skill, Conquer the Heavens, activated instantly. His strength and speed doubled as he thrust directly at Qian Daoliu's heart.

Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and struck out with his palm. Golden Soul Power collided violently with the spearhead, producing a piercing roar.

But this time, he was sent staggering backward, and his entire arm went numb.

Ye Xunfeng's strength had actually surpassed his.

How was that possible?

Qian Daoliu's heart was full of shock. He was a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, while Ye Xunfeng was only level ninety-two or ninety-three. Even with the enhancement of a soul skill, Ye Xunfeng should not have been able to suppress him in terms of strength.

Unless... Ye Xunfeng's Soul Power quality far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Qian Daoliu had guessed correctly. Ye Xunfeng's Soul Power had fused the divinities of life and Destruction. Its purity and destructive force had long surpassed those of ordinary soul masters. Besides, in Douluo II, apart from the protagonist, dual Soul Cores were the hallmark of a Limit Douluo.

Ye Xunfeng charged forward once more. The fourth Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, activating his fourth soul skill, Dance of the Heaven-Propping. The spear spun rapidly, and a powerful gravitational force forcibly dragged Qian Daoliu toward him.

Qian Daoliu tried to steady himself, but the pulling force was too domineering. His body involuntarily leaned forward.

At that very instant, Ye Xunfeng's spear had already arrived.

Qian Daoliu had no time to think. He could only cross his arms before himself and condense all his Soul Power into a shield of light.

The spear tip slammed viciously into the shield, followed by another earthshaking boom.

The shield shattered instantly. Qian Daoliu was blasted backward, crashing hard onto the ground and sliding more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

He lay on the ground, gasping heavily. His golden eyes stared at the starry sky overhead, filled with disbelief.

He had lost.

Lost to his own son, who was only nineteen years old.

Ye Xunfeng slowly walked over to him, the tip of the Atlas Spear resting against his throat as icy killing intent washed over him.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and quietly waited for that spear to fall.

But after waiting for a long time, the pain he expected never came.

He opened his eyes and saw Ye Xunfeng looking down at him. Complex emotions churned in those violet eyes—hatred, helplessness, and a trace of imperceptible relief.

"This spear strike repays the debt of gratitude for saving my mother back then." Ye Xunfeng slowly withdrew his spear, then turned toward Qian Xunji, who was huddled in the corner. "It also repays the bond of blood between us. From now on, do not speak of any father-son affection."

Qian Daoliu lay on the ground, his lips moving, yet he could not utter a single word. Bitterness filled his heart.

Ye Xunfeng walked up to Qian Xunji and coldly regarded the murderer who had caused his mother's death.

Qian Xunji had already gone pale with terror. His entire body shook like a sieve, and he could not even beg for mercy. He could only tremble uncontrollably.

Ye Xunfeng did not say a word. He slowly raised the Atlas Spear, then suddenly thrust it forward.

The spearhead pierced precisely through Qian Xunji's right palm, nailing him directly to the ground.

"Ah!"

Qian Xunji's entire body convulsed. Several minutes seemed to pass before he let out a shrill scream.

Ye Xunfeng glanced around at the guards, gave a soft laugh, cleared his throat, and amplified his voice with Soul Power so that it spread throughout Spirit Hall. "The deposed Pope Qian Xunji drugged an innocent woman in an attempt to rape her and was caught in the act. As Pope, I suspect he committed countless atrocities during his tenure. Any who were bullied or humiliated by him or Spirit Hall subordinates at that time may come forward and report it to me."

Ye Xunfeng coldly glanced at the offerings from Elder Hall who had hurried over, then continued.

"I will place Complaint Boxes on every street in Spirit City. Everyone may submit complaints anonymously. After one month, I will collect them all and publicly try Qian Xunji for his crimes, making them known to all." Ye Xunfeng smiled as he pulled out the Atlas Spear.

Blood instantly spurted from the hole in Qian Xunji's palm like a small fountain.

Without even looking at Qian Daoliu, Ye Xunfeng stepped over Qian Xunji's injured hand.

"Ah!!!"

Ye Xunfeng found Qian Xunji's screams somewhat pleasant to hear.

Seven Treasures Hotel.

"What is Spirit Hall doing?" Ning Fengzhi tapped the table in confusion.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, a crew-cut man raised his head and stared jealously toward Spirit Hall. "What new Pope? I, Yu Xiaogang, should be the one everyone praises. Spirit Hall's Saintess..."