Twin Divine-Grade Martial Souls, Qian Daoliu Emerges from Seclusion to Take Him!

Darkness spread like a tidal wave.

Inside the Pope Palace, the remaining golden light was swallowed inch by inch. The hexagram awakening formation trembled violently, and the golden patterns on the ground flickered erratically, as if they might shatter at any moment.

Qian Renyuan stood at the center of the formation and slowly raised his left hand.

Within his palm, that trace of black light grew increasingly dense.

In the blink of an eye, the black radiance transformed into a swirling vortex.

At the heart of the vortex seemed to lie a bottomless abyss. All light, Soul Power, and even people's gazes were uncontrollably drawn into it.

Yue Guan's face turned pale, and he instinctively took a step back.

"What martial soul is this now?"

No one answered him.

Because at that moment, everyone in the Pope Palace was so oppressed by that aura that they could not utter a word.

It was an even more ancient and tyrannical power.

Devouring. Destruction.

It was as though all things in the world could only ultimately return to nothingness before it.

The black light in Qian Renyuan's left palm suddenly erupted.

Boom!

A wave of black air spread outward from him.

The awakening stones, which had just been glowing with faint golden light, were instantly shrouded in darkness. The cracks across the six awakening stones rapidly widened, producing faint sounds of strain.

Yue Guan's expression changed, and he hurriedly swept his sleeve before himself.

Black mist churned around Gui Mei. As though pulled by some force, he instinctively retreated half a step.

On the platform, Bibi Dong stared fixedly at Qian Renyuan's left hand.

The next moment, a Black Lotus slowly emerged.

The Black Lotus was only the size of a palm, yet its petals bloomed layer by layer.

One grade, three grades, six grades, nine grades.

Twelve grades!

The instant the twelfth layer of petals fully unfurled, the light throughout the Pope Palace completely dimmed.

The Twelfth-Grade Black Lotus floated above Qian Renyuan's palm. Its body was black as ink, yet wisps of dark purple-gold patterns flowed across it. Every petal seemed condensed from absolute darkness, its edges gleaming with a cold luster.

The moment it appeared, an indescribable sense of oppression arose in everyone's hearts.

It was as though the Black Lotus need only turn gently to devour all their Soul Power.

"Twelve grades..."

Yue Guan muttered, his voice trembling.

"The World-Destroying Black Lotus?"

He did not know why he had spoken that name.

Yet the instant he saw the Black Lotus, those four words surfaced in his mind as if by instinct.

Gui Mei remained silent for a long while, his voice so low and hoarse that it was nearly dry.

"Another divine-grade martial soul."

To Qian Renyuan's right, the phantom of the Twelve-Winged Destruction Angel, which had just entered his body, appeared once more.

Its white wings slowly spread. Holy radiance intertwined with an aura of destruction, illuminating half his body.

Above his left hand, the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus revolved silently.

Absolute darkness and devouring power spread outward, dragging the other half of the hall into deep shadow.

Two utterly different powers surrounded Qian Renyuan, as though they had naturally belonged to one whole from the very beginning.

Twin divine-grade martial souls!

Bibi Dong could no longer remain calm.

Her figure flashed, and she vanished from the platform in an instant.

In the next breath, she had already appeared before Qian Renyuan.

Her purple-gold papal robes fluttered lightly as her scepter struck the ground with a crisp ring.

She spoke coldly.

"Everyone, withdraw."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei were both stunned.

They rarely heard Bibi Dong speak in such a tone.

Yue Guan immediately lowered his head. "Yes, Your Holiness."

The soul masters in the hall felt as though they had been granted amnesty and quickly retreated.

Yet they had barely reached the sides of the main hall when a heaven-shaking howl suddenly rang out from the direction of the Worship Hall.

"Hahahahaha!"

The next moment, an incomparably terrifying angelic divine might surged into the sky from the direction of the Worship Hall.

A pillar of golden light tore through the clouds, illuminating Spirit City.

Countless soul masters throughout the city looked up at once, shock appearing on their faces.

"This is..."

"The direction of the Worship Hall!"

"It's the Grand Worshiper!"

"Lord Qian Daoliu has emerged from seclusion!"

Inside the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong's gaze abruptly turned cold.

Naturally, she had felt that aura as well.

Qian Daoliu.

The Grand Worshiper of Spirit Hall, a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo.

He was also the true pillar of the Qian Family.

Over the years, Qian Daoliu had rarely stepped out of the Worship Hall. Even after she became Pope and seized control of Spirit Hall's great authority, the Worship Hall had always remained like a mountain pressing down upon her head.

Boom!

The heavy doors of the Pope Palace suddenly exploded open.

Before the shattered door panels could fly into the hall, golden Soul Power pulverized them into dust.

A figure arrived on golden light.

The newcomer wore golden robes, his white hair hanging loose. He was tall, and though his face was aged, he showed no sign of decline. His eyes were as sharp as a god overlooking the mortal world, while a golden phantom of a Six-Winged Angel faintly appeared behind him.

He took a step into the Pope Palace.

"Grand Worshiper!"

The elders and soul masters within the hall all changed expression and hurriedly bowed in salute.

Qian Daoliu did not look at them.

From the instant he entered the hall, his gaze had been fixed firmly upon Qian Renyuan.

More precisely, it was fixed upon the Twelve-Winged Destruction Angel behind Qian Renyuan and the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus above his left hand.

"Twelve-winged Angel..."

"And a divine-grade Black Lotus martial soul..."

He slowly took a step forward, his voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion.

"Twin divine-grade martial souls!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Qian Daoliu threw back his head and laughed. His laughter made the entire Pope Palace tremble.

"Heaven blesses the Qian Family!"

"Heaven blesses Spirit Hall!"

He looked at Qian Renyuan, unprecedented blazing light erupting in his eyes.

The Qian Family inherited the Six-Winged Angel martial soul and had guarded the Angel God's divine seat for generations. Yet even so, the Qian Family had never produced a Twelve-Winged Angel, much less one with another divine-grade Black Lotus martial soul of equal rank.

This was a miracle.

A miracle the Qian Family had not seen in ten thousand years!

Qian Daoliu strode toward Qian Renyuan.

"Child, come with this old man to the Worship Hall."

"From today onward, this old man will personally teach you. The Worship Hall will devote every resource to nurturing you, and no one may interfere."

The moment those words fell, the atmosphere in the hall abruptly sank.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei both lowered their heads. Neither dared to speak at such a time.

One was the Pope, and the other was the Grand Worshiper.

If these two clashed, all of Spirit Hall would be shaken.

Bibi Dong stood before Qian Renyuan, her voice cold to the extreme.

"Qian Daoliu, you have overstepped your bounds."

Qian Daoliu halted.

He looked at Bibi Dong. The wild joy in his eyes faded slightly, replaced by unquestionable dominance.

"Bibi Dong, this child bears the bloodline of my Qian Family and has awakened the Twelve-Winged Angel martial soul."

"He should naturally be raised by the Worship Hall."

Bibi Dong sneered.

"He is Spirit Hall's Holy Son, and he is also my son."

"Since when did it become the Worship Hall's turn to decide whether he stays or goes?"

Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes.

"If you truly regard him as your son, then you should know what is best for him."

"The Worship Hall possesses the Angel inheritance, and this old man understands the Qian Family's martial soul better than anyone. Only this old man can allow his talent to truly flourish."

Bibi Dong tightened her grip around her scepter, coldness surging in her eyes.

"Is this so-called nurturing of yours turning him into a tool of the Angel clan?"

Qian Daoliu's face darkened.

"Bibi Dong!"

With a low shout, terrifying angelic pressure suddenly erupted.

Golden Soul Power poured from Qian Daoliu like a tide. The Six-Winged Angel phantom behind him spread its wings, and its sacred majesty pressed down so heavily that the entire Pope Palace let out a strained hum.

At the sides of the hall, several weaker soul masters fell to their knees on the spot.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei released their Soul Power at the same time, barely shielding the people behind them.

Even so, their expressions were extremely grim.

The pressure of a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo was not something ordinary Titled Douluo could easily withstand.

Bibi Dong did not retreat a single step. Purple-black Soul Power suddenly erupted behind her.

A ferocious phantom of the Death Spider Emperor slowly emerged behind her.

Eight spider lances spread like sharp blades, and a frigid aura of death collided head-on with Qian Daoliu's angelic divine might.

Boom!

The two pressures violently collided at the center of the Pope Palace.

Everyone in the hall turned deathly pale.

None of them had expected Qian Renyuan's martial soul awakening to directly trigger a head-on confrontation between the Pope Palace and the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong, his voice icy.

"This child is a miracle the Qian Family has not seen in ten thousand years."

"Even if this old man must go to war with you today, I will take him away!"

Rakshasa Evil Intent churned deep within her soul, and killing intent rose in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Kill him.

Kill Qian Daoliu.

No one can take what belongs to you!

That cold, sinister voice rang out without end.

Bibi Dong's aura grew increasingly frigid.

She looked at Qian Daoliu and spoke each word distinctly.

"I would like to see who dares take him from the Pope Palace today."

As her words fell, the Death Spider Emperor phantom let out a shrill hiss.

Purple-black Soul Power erupted completely, forcibly blocking Qian Daoliu's angelic pressure.

A trace of coldness flashed through Qian Daoliu's eyes.

"Bibi Dong, do not forget that Spirit Hall does not belong to you alone."

Bibi Dong said coldly, "Nor does it belong to you alone."

Their gazes collided in midair.

Cold sweat poured from Yue Guan's forehead.

He looked at Bibi Dong, then at Qian Daoliu, feeling that today he might witness the most terrifying internal conflict in Spirit Hall's history.

Gui Mei's voice was low.

"Yue Guan, prepare to protect the Holy Son."

Yue Guan's mouth twitched slightly.

"Do you think we can protect him?"

Gui Mei fell silent.

One was a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo, and the other was the unfathomable Pope Bibi Dong.

If those two really fought in the Pope Palace, forget them—even the entire hall might be overturned.

Yet Qian Renyuan, standing between those two terrifying auras of pressure, seemed completely unaffected by their presence.

Qian Daoliu's Angel pressure and Bibi Dong's deathly aura constantly crashed toward him, only to be neutralized by his two martial souls the moment they drew near his body.

Even stranger, the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus seemed exceptionally sensitive to the negative aura around Bibi Dong.

A thread of chilling energy leaking from the Rakshasa Evil Intent had barely approached Qian Renyuan before it was silently drawn in by the Black Lotus.

A wisp of dark purple energy was swallowed into the lotus core.

The Black Lotus turned gently, and that frenzied evil intent was silently devoured as though it were nourishment.

A look of understanding flashed through Qian Renyuan's eyes.

So that was it. This Black Lotus did not merely devour Soul Power.

It could also devour negative emotions.

All things dark seemed capable of becoming nourishment for its growth.

And at this moment, the most intense negative emotions in the entire Pope Palace came from Bibi Dong.

Qian Daoliu's pressure grew stronger and stronger.

The phantom of the Death Spider Emperor behind Bibi Dong also became increasingly solid.

The air between the two peerless powerhouses had already twisted to the point of being visible to the naked eye.

Yue Guan's expression changed drastically.

"Not good—they're really going to fight!"

The black mist around Gui Mei instantly surged, and he prepared to rush in and take Qian Renyuan away from the center of the pressure.

But before he could move, Qian Renyuan had already stepped forward first.

Under everyone's shocked gazes, he walked toward the phantom of the Death Spider Emperor behind Bibi Dong.

Yue Guan's pupils contracted sharply.

"Your Highness, Holy Son!"

Gui Mei's voice changed as well.

"Come back!"

Qian Daoliu's face darkened, and he instinctively wanted to act.

Bibi Dong's eyes trembled even more.

"Qian Renyuan, step back!"

But Qian Renyuan seemed not to hear her and continued walking toward that ferocious Death Spider Emperor.

The Death Spider Emperor's eight spider lances rose high, purple-black Soul Power roiling as its terrifying deathly aura nearly took physical form.

Qian Renyuan merely raised his hand, and the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus slowly spun above his palm.

Its dark petals bloomed soundlessly.

The next moment, Qian Renyuan stood before the phantom of the Death Spider Emperor and slowly raised his head.