The air in Spirit City was heavy.
The Pope Palace was filled with prominent figures.
"Grandpa, are we just going to let that tin can block the gates of Spirit City?"
Qian Renxue seethed with anger, but she knew she was not strong enough to beat the tin can—Qian Xunji.
Qian Daoliu spread his hands helplessly. He had no good solution.
The man was damn fast.
Even if they outnumbered him and drove him off, he would be back in a couple of days.
If he caught and killed even one person alone, it could set off a chain reaction.
"Xue'er, what matters most right now is completing all your God Trials and inheriting the Angel God Position." Qian Daoliu urged Qian Renxue patiently. The Angel God Trial came first.
Only by inheriting the Angel God Position could she gain enough power to do what she wanted.
Two Angel Descendants, one man and one woman, were set to inherit the Rakshasa and Angel God Positions respectively. Who knew which bored gods in the Divine Realm had arranged that?
Qian Renxue listened, obediently did as he said, and went back to cultivate.
Qian Daoliu, meanwhile, led the entire group of worshipers and all the elders of the Elder Hall out of the city.
Seeing a crowd of familiar faces, Qian Xunji spoke evenly. "If possible, I would rather not start a massacre."
"We admit you're strong," Guangling Douluo replied first.
"But you're only one man," the proud Azure Luan Douluo reminded him.
"The path to godhood is lonely by nature. Do not interfere with my God Trial."
"You should understand that obstructing someone's path breeds a hatred that cannot exist beneath the same sky."
"I don't want trouble. Once my God Trial is complete, I'll leave."
"For now, all you need