Raiden Ei

Qian Qizhou took one last look at Spirit Hall, the place where he had lived for six years. His gaze swept over every corner before finally settling on Guang Ling's pale face.

He spoke softly, "Don't look for me."

Following this, Qian Qizhou slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, the sky suddenly darkened. Black clouds began to spread rapidly, instantly shrouding the entire horizon.

Thunder rumbled and roared, and streaks of lightning tore through the vast sky, illuminating the dim world in flickering flashes.

Guang Ling stared at the suddenly changing heavens, momentarily stunned.

Even though he had lived for decades, he had never seen such a spectacle.

If it were the Great Venerable, it might be considered normal, but Xiao Zhou had only just awakened his martial soul...

However, such a disturbance was bound to attract attention.

The palace guards were the first to notice the anomaly; they gripped their weapons tightly and looked up at the sky.

Lights flickered on throughout Spirit City one after another. Awakened citizens pushed open their windows and poked their heads out, all looking toward the space above the Pope Palace.

The black clouds gathered most densely there, and lightning surged between the clouds like giant pythons, enveloping the entire Pope Palace in an eerie halo.

Just then, the heavy doors of the Pope Palace swung open with a boom.

Qian Xunji stepped out, dressed in his magnificent papal robes, followed by Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

The three men's gazes locked instantly onto the figure at the entrance.

However, upon seeing him clearly, the pupils of Qian Xunji and his companions shrank.

Just as Guang Ling had said, the martial soul behind Qian Qizhou had indeed mutated.

It was no longer a Six-Winged Angel; his three left wings now displayed dark purple lightning patterns, with violent arcs of electricity dancing across them.

The three wings on the right remained crimson gold, flowing with divine radiance.

Such a change should have been benign, a sign of a martial soul evolving, but at this moment, no one cared about that.

Because Qian Qizhou was wrapped in terrifying purple lightning. While it posed no threat to a Title Douluo, he had only just awakened his martial soul—how was this possible?

Moreover, anyone with a shred of sense could see that the surging thunderstorm in the sky emitted the exact same aura as the person standing before them.

Qian Xunji looked at the scene, his eyes instantly igniting with rage. "You bastard! What do you think you are doing?!"

To overdraw his body right after awakening his martial soul, creating such a large-scale phenomenon just to declare his dissatisfaction with him as a father?!

Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly shouted, "Young Highness! You have just awakened your martial soul, stop this at once!"

Not only would this cause irreversible damage to his body, but if this thunderstorm struck the Pope Palace today, there was no telling what rumors would spread to the outside world.

Listening to their accusations and pleas, Qian Qizhou did not open his eyes or offer a reply; he merely curled his lips into a self-deprecating arc.

Just then, several powerful auras descended from the sky. Qian Daoliu and the other elders landed in unison, their robes snapping in the thunderstorm.

Qing Luan frowned as he looked at the tense Guang Ling. "Old Five, what is going on here?"

Guang Ling looked at the group and sighed, recounting the sequence of events.

After hearing the cause and effect, the other elders, save for Qian Daoliu, fell silent.

It was then that a deafening hum suddenly resonated through the world.

Qian Qizhou's voice followed: "This Pope Palace, already filled with hypocrisy, might as well perish in this strike of lightning."

As his words fell, several terrifying purple lightning bolts tore through the clouds and, before anyone could react, struck straight toward the Pope Palace with astonishing speed!

Qian Daoliu, the only one capable of stopping it, was still shocked by Qian Qizhou's ability.

By the time he reacted, it was too late; he could only watch helplessly as the lightning crashed down.

The next second, deafening roars exploded in succession.

Huge clouds of dust rose from the Pope Palace and the surrounding area, and the shockwave spread out like a physical force.

Qian Xunji and his two companions, being the closest, bore the brunt of it and were blasted back by the violent air currents.

When the dust gradually settled, everyone was stunned.

The once magnificent and majestic Pope Palace had vanished, replaced by ruins and debris.

A massive crater occupied the original site of the hall, and the soil and rubble at its edges continued to crumble.

Qian Xunji glared at Qian Qizhou with bloodshot eyes. "You bastard!"

A powerful surge of soul power erupted from his body, and he charged toward Qian Qizhou like a bolt of golden light. "Today, I must teach you, this rebellious son, a lesson!"

Qian Qizhou, having just finished his attack, looked at the approaching man with a pale face but a mocking expression. "Heh, you're certainly attentive now."

Usually, he treated him like an invisible person, never caring at all; yet now, he suddenly remembered he had a son?

Guang Ling hurriedly stepped between the two, blocking their attacks.

He reached out to press down on Qian Xunji's trembling shoulder and urged, "Pope, do not lay a hand on the child!"

"Xiao Zhou didn't mean it; he is only six years old, it was just a moment of impulse."

Qian Xunji brushed his hand away, his eyes burning with even greater fury. "Fifth Elder, move aside!"

"He dared to destroy the Pope Palace; how can we just let him go!"

Qian Qizhou watched this farce in silence, his eyelashes lowered.

When he raised his eyelids once more, a flicker of purple light vanished deep within his pupils.

He turned slowly and said to the few people behind him, "There is no need to waste effort on discipline. As of today, I sever my ties with Spirit Hall."

With those words, he walked straight toward the outer perimeter of Spirit Hall.

"You rebellious son! Stop right there!" Qian Xunji's roar came from behind.

Following it were the attempts of Guang Ling and the others to intervene.

But Qian Qizhou did not even turn his head, continuing stubbornly toward the city gates.

However, due to the exhaustion of his spirit power, his figure swayed unsteadily, forcing him to stumble forward.

Finally, just as he was about to collapse, the figure of Qian Daoliu appeared before him, reaching out with a complex look in his eyes: "If you have had enough of this nonsense, then..."

Before he could finish, the sky was suddenly torn asunder.

A purple rift spanning the horizon burst open, and terrifying lightning poured down like a waterfall.

The phantom of Raiden Ei stepped out from the rift, her eyes, containing the light of thunder, sweeping indifferently over Qian Daoliu.

"Step back."

Her figure flashed, arriving at Qian Qizhou's side.

With a mere wave of her hand, a flash of purple lightning struck; before Qian Daoliu could even attempt to defend, he was blasted back hundreds of meters, carving deep trenches into the ground.

At the same time, Raiden Ei's other hand caught the falling Qian Qizhou.

She lowered her gaze to look at the youth in her arms, whose consciousness was fading: "So stubborn, are you..."

On the other side, Qian Daoliu steadied himself, golden light surging in his eyes.

His divine Six-Winged Angel spirit manifested behind him.

Nine spirit rings—black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, and red—appeared in succession, the powerful pressure causing the gravel on the ground to tremble.

Simultaneously, several tyrannical auras erupted at once, locking firmly onto Raiden Ei and Qian Qizhou.

"Who are you?" Qian Daoliu pointed his Angel Holy Sword directly at Raiden Ei.

Although this person was strong, the feeling he got from that strike was that she had not yet reached the god level.

Furthermore, by attacking him directly, she was surely a foe, not a friend...