Qian Xunji Humiliates Xiao Gang!

"Clear Sky Hammer?"

"Today I'll show you what the world's number-one martial soul truly is."

"Angel Avatar!"

When Qian Xunji saw the nine soul rings Tang Hao revealed—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—his eyes filled with envy and jealousy.

That final red soul ring in particular had been successfully absorbed right in front of him.

All of that should have been his. The hundred-thousand-year soul ring belonged to Spirit Hall, and the hundred-thousand-year soul bone was his as well.

But all of it had been "stolen" by Tang Hao.

"Tang Hao!"

"Today, I want you dead!"

In an instant, the terrifying soul power of rank ninety-seven erupted violently from Qian Xunji's body. That mighty soul power instantly shook the minds of everyone present.

The people of Spirit Hall looked at their pope with burning gazes.

A powerful pope would undoubtedly raise everyone's confidence.

Tang Hao, by contrast, instantly turned grim. His gaze toward Qian Xunji was filled with disbelief.

"How is that possible?"

"It's only been six years. How could you possibly have broken through to rank ninety-seven?!"

The Clear Sky Sect had produced Tang Chen, so it naturally had detailed records regarding cultivation above rank ninety-five.

Tang Hao understood better than other Title Douluo just how hard it became to break through the higher one went.

Relying on the vast energy and vitality of the Blue Silver Emperor's hundred-thousand-year soul ring, he himself had only broken through to rank ninety-four in six years. He would still need several more years of hard work before reaching rank ninety-five.

As for Qian Xunji, breaking through from rank ninety-five to rank ninety-seven was far more difficult than that.

Yet Qian Xunji had actually walked ahead of him. How could Tang Hao, who had always looked down on Qian Xunji, possibly accept that?

"This pope is a descendant of the Angel God and naturally has the Angel God's protection. A human traitor like you, who colludes with soul beasts, naturally cannot understand the mystery within."

Qian Xunji looked devout. Encountering Jiang Yuan and Na'er had made him even more certain that the Angel God had always been watching Spirit Hall, watching over them.

Now that his cultivation had broken through repeatedly, his heart was filled with even greater faith in the Angel God.

"Tang Hao!"

"Rebel, accept your judgment!"

"Angel! Judgment!"

Qian Xunji shouted coldly. Light and shadow flowed, and he had already appeared behind Tang Hao, the Angel God Sword in his hand thrusting viciously toward Tang Hao's waist.

"Don't even think about it!"

"In this world, no one can judge me!"

Qian Xunji's speed exceeded Tang Hao's expectations, but Tang Hao, who had walked out of Slaughter City and whose perception of danger had reached the pinnacle, instantly made the most correct response as well.

A fierce, vicious light flashed in his eyes. He actually ignored everything else, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, wrapped in the Killing God Domain, came crashing viciously down toward Qian Xunji's head.

He was actually thinking of trading injury for life.

Even if he had to suffer a severe wound, he was determined to deliver a fatal blow to Qian Xunji.

"Void Wings!"

"Angel Domain!"

Rumble!

On this day, this nameless valley welcomed a great battle between four Title Douluo, and violent explosions rang out without end.

By the end, even the enormous waterfall had been forcibly cut off by the aftershocks of the battle.

"Cough, cough, cough... Pfft!"

"What a Tang Hao. To think he was so decisive."

A long while later, on the devastated battlefield, Qian Xunji clutched a ragged severed arm in his hand. Feeling the intense pain coming from within his body, he spoke with an ugly expression.

In the distance, amid a field of ruins, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo also walked forward in sorry states.

"Your Holiness, should we continue the pursuit?"

"No need. That traitor Tang Hao has already lost a leg and an arm. His strength has suffered greatly, and he is no longer enough to threaten Spirit Hall."

"Moreover, after suffering such grievous injuries, whether he can even survive is still uncertain. Now we can go meet Tang San, and also... that useless waste Yu Xiaogang."

In the battle just now, Tang Hao had fought back with everything he had, but the enormous gap in strength made it impossible for him to break out of the encirclement.

In the end, under circumstances no one had expected, he had actually chosen to detonate three soul bones.

Two of them were inheritance soul bones from the Clear Sky Sect, both top-grade soul bones over fifty thousand years old.

Finally, he had even blown up the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone. That was a hundred-thousand-year soul bone.

Just like that, Tang Hao had thrown it out like a bomb.

That was exactly why they caught Qian Xunji and the others off guard.

Only then did Tang Hao carve out an opening and escape.

After Qian Xunji arrived in Nuoding City, the Spirit Hall personnel responsible for watching Tang San stumbled forward in a sorry state and spoke with difficulty.

"Your Holiness, the target was taken away."

"By whom?"

Qian Xunji's face was expressionless, but only those who knew him well understood what kind of fury was hidden beneath his calm surface at that moment.

"It was Tang Hao. He made a move and took the target away."

"What a Tang Hao. To think he dared risk death to come back. It seems Tang San's talent is anything but ordinary, if it could make you act so cautiously and refuse to take even the slightest risk."

Qian Xunji could not help thinking a little further.

He had originally thought Tang San's innate full soul power was because of that hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor, but now it seemed there was something unusual about it.

Spirit Hall already had two twin martial souls, and this made Qian Xunji's thoughts drift toward that tiny possibility.

"What about Xiao Wu?"

"She was also taken away by Tang Hao."

"And Yu Xiaogang? Was that fellow taken away too?" Qian Xunji's movements paused as he spoke in a sinister voice.

"No, no. Yu Xiaogang is still inside Notting Academy."

"Go see him... No, bring him here. This Pope wants to take a good look at him."

Nuoding City, inside the Spirit Hall branch hall.

Qian Xunji sat in the main seat, looking at Yu Xiaogang, who had been brought in with his head held high and chest out, yet could not stop his legs from trembling. A trace of disgust flashed through his eyes.

"Yu Xiaogang, long time no see. It seems your days after running away from the marriage have been rather mediocre."

Looking at the sloppy, unkempt Yu Xiaogang, Qian Xunji spoke in a mocking tone.

"Your Holiness."

Yu Xiaogang's breathing suddenly grew rapid. Looking at this man who had left him with a psychological shadow, he did not dare meet Qian Xunji's eyes at all.

"Impudent!"

A thunderous shout burst from Chrysanthemum Douluo's mouth, and the terrifying pressure of a Title Douluo instantly crushed Yu Xiaogang flat onto the ground.

"The Pope is before you. Why are you not kneeling?"

"Elder Ju, although Yu Xiaogang is an abandoned disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, he is still Thunder Douluo's son after all. If not for his sake, then for his father's. He looks quite fine like this, so there's no need to force him to kneel."

Qian Xunji smiled and waved away Chrysanthemum Douluo's pressure. Looking at Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground, prostrated with all five points touching the floor, he laughed loudly as he spoke.

He felt an indescribable delight in his heart.

Logically speaking, with his level, there was nothing worth comparing between him and Yu Xiaogang, but who told Yu Xiaogang to be that blond punk who had stolen his family's cabbage?

The one who had abducted and deceived his beloved former disciple, now his lover.

Qian Xunji was absolutely the person on the continent who most loved seeing Yu Xiaogang make a fool of himself.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, burying his head between his arms. As he listened to Qian Xunji's insulting words, his heart burned with shame and rage to the point that he wished he could die, but he did not dare express even the slightest trace of dissatisfaction.

Just like back then, cowardly and unable to withstand a single blow.