The Pinnacle of Speed? The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul Should Be the Strongest!

A faint orange-red slowly spread across the horizon, and the newborn dawn in the east looked as though it had been soaked through with morning dew.

Daybreak passed through the thin mist over Spirit City's sky and fell softly upon the resplendent buildings.

Every ray of light seemed to carry the freshness of night dew, filling the air throughout the entire city with a cool crispness.

The commotion at Consecration Hall last night could be called earth-shaking, but Spirit Hall's efficiency was also extremely high.

After emergency appeasement and guided public messaging through the night, Spirit Hall had barely managed to calm the panic among the city's residents.

And so, when the first bell of morning echoed out, the city once again returned to its usual bustling liveliness and prosperity.

It was as if what had happened last night had never happened at all. At the same time, inside Consecration Hall's spacious main hall on the Sacred Mountain within Spirit City.

The seven great consecrators, the current pope, the resurrected Qian Wushuang, and the others sat around a large dining table.

This breakfast, symbolizing Spirit Hall's highest core of power, should have been solemn and dignified, yet the atmosphere was extremely strange.

"Father, I mean, at your age, what are you making a fuss for?" Qian Daoliu set down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands.

He looked at Qian Wushuang, who sat in the seat of honor and was unhurriedly cutting roasted meat, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.

"Today is only about taking Xiao Heng and Xiao Xue to Star Dou Forest to hunt for spirit rings."

"With me, their grandfather, personally leading the team, absolutely nothing can go wrong. You only just came back to life, so why join in the excitement?"

"Could it be that you're still not at ease with me? I'm a peerless Douluo. How many of those are there on the entire Douluo Continent?"

"Mm?" Qian Wushuang's hand holding the knife and fork paused slightly, and his brow lifted, his expression a smile that was not quite a smile.

"What? This old man lay in that lightless coffin box for all those years and has only just come out for some fresh air."

"I want to accompany my great-grandchildren to Star Dou Forest to hunt for spirit rings. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Of course not. Your son wouldn't dare!" Qian Daoliu smiled bitterly again and again, then hurriedly explained, "It's just, Father, you should understand."

"The implications of your return from death are far too great. Once your movements are exposed..."

"If the outside world learns that our Spirit Hall is actually still hiding a peerless Douluo in his prime..."

"And a peerless Douluo resurrected from the dead at that, the stable order of the entire continent will completely collapse. The chain reaction it causes will be unimaginable!"

Qian Wushuang was so old, and he had even served as pope for several decades, so he naturally understood the risks if this matter were exposed.

The two great empires would lose all peace of mind because of it, and the Upper Three Sects would probably huddle together completely for warmth.

They might even become thoroughly tangled up with the two great empires.

"Enough. Put away that alarmist nonsense of yours." Qian Wushuang waved a hand and said, "I know what I'm doing!"

"A dignified peerless Douluo like me—if I can't even hide my aura, wouldn't I have lived all these years in vain?!"

Watching this father and son argue their cases.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other consecrators sitting to the side, along with Qian Xunji, all kept their eyes lowered and their noses pointed forward at this moment.

What kind of joke was this? When gods fought, mortals suffered!

At a time like this, who would dare let out even one extra fart? They could only silently lower their heads and eat, and no one dared to butt in.

By contrast, Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue, the siblings, did not care in the slightest, completely different from the atmosphere around them.

"Ah—"

The little girl, Qian Renxue, opened her mouth wide without the slightest regard for her image and let out a huge yawn, two sleepy tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes.

Beside her, Qian Renheng's eyelids were also fighting each other. He held a piece of bread spread thick with jam, his head bobbing bit by bit.

It was as if he could plant face-first into the bread at any moment.

This could not be blamed on them. Last night, instead of sleeping, they had gone out in the middle of the night to dig up their great-grandfather's grave, revive their great-grandfather, and then there had been a whole grand drama, not ending until they fell asleep in the latter half of the night.

For six-year-old children, this was exactly the age when they loved to sleep and needed it most to grow.

With not enough sleep, it would be strange if they could be energetic now.

As the devil pill of Consecration Hall, Qian Renheng was also listless at the moment, unable to muster any spirit at all.

At last, they made it to the end of breakfast.

Qian Renxue rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at her great-grandfather and grandfather, asking in her soft, childish voice, "Great-Grandfather, Grandpa, when are we leaving?"

"Xiao Xue is already sleepy to death. I want to get my spirit ring early, then come back and catch up on sleep."

If the little girl said she was not excited about obtaining her first spirit ring and becoming a respected spirit master, that would be a lie.

Sleepy was sleepy, but proper business could not be delayed.

"We're going now, we're going now." When Qian Wushuang heard his great-granddaughter's soft, sweet voice, the authority on his face instantly turned into an extremely doting smile.

"Tch—" Seeing this scene, Qian Daoliu laughed disdainfully, and for some reason, his heart felt sour.

You just keep spoiling them, old man. When they ride over your head one day, you'll have it coming.

Back when these two siblings had just been born... they had clearly both been so adorable, but then there was Qian Renheng, this devil pill!

He was simply the sort who, if he wasn't scolded for two days, would climb a tree to raid bird nests; if he wasn't beaten for three days, would climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles; if he wasn't thrashed for five days, would feel uncomfortable all over!

A moment later...

Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu led the two little ones out through the gates of the Consecration Hall.

The first thing that came into view was the white jade plaza that had yet to be repaired, still preserving the miserable state left behind by last night's great battle.

Qian Wushuang stood at the edge of the huge pit, took a deep breath of the damp morning air, and sighed. "It's good to be alive!"

As he spoke, his spirits rose. "Liuer, this old man lay down there for so long, I don't even know if my old bones have rusted."

Hearing that, Qian Daoliu gave a violent shudder. What, was he trying to get revenge for last night?

The worshipers beside them instantly grew excited, as if saying, Fight, fight!

"Father, what do you mean?"

"Nothing in particular. I just suddenly got in the mood." The corner of Qian Wushuang's mouth curled up. "Since we're father and son, why don't we use this chance today and have a little contest?"

"We're both Angel Douluo, both known as invincible in the sky. How about we see who reaches Soul Hunting Town first?!"

Invincible in the sky—on the Douluo Continent, those four words were not just Qian Daoliu's title alone!

They belonged to Spirit Hall, the shared glory of every generation of inheritors of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul!

Their Qian family's Six-Winged Angel martial soul, though its most obvious traits were its overwhelmingly domineering sacred, light, and flame attributes.

But in the realm of speed, it was likewise an existence that looked down on all others and stood peerless beneath the heavens.

There was a rumor on the continent that the Speed Clan's Sharp-Tailed Swift martial soul had abandoned all attack and defense.

Unable to add any attack-type soul rings, it had pushed its own speed to the absolute limit and was known as the fastest on the continent!

But in a true high-level match, if it was called a rumor, then it really was only a rumor.

Before the Six-Winged Angel martial soul, that so-called greatest speed was simply a firefly before the moon, not worth mentioning!

Forget the Speed Clan's Sharp-Tailed Swift martial soul—even within the Consecration Hall, where experts were as common as clouds.

The same held true for the third worshiper, Qingluan Douluo, who excelled in speed and wind attributes, and for his martial soul, the Qingluan Divine Bird.

Before a Six-Winged Angel erupting at full speed, he would still be a step weaker.

If a peerless Douluo unleashed his full power and pushed his speed to the extreme, relying on the terrifying flight ability of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

They would need only a single day to fly back and forth dozens of times between Spirit Hall and Star Dou Forest.

In two days, they could fly from the southernmost edge of the continent to the Far North at its northernmost edge!

That speed was unmatched beneath the heavens!

When Qian Daoliu heard this, he puffed out his chest, his face full of confidence. "Then let's compete. I'm not the me of back then, and Father, you're not the father of back then either. When it comes to speed, I'm not afraid of you!"

"Father, back then you awakened the Angel's Seven Trials, but what your son awakened was the Angel's Eight Trials. I am the Angel High Priest!"

"The difference in foundation between them—which is stronger and which is weaker? Today, we'll let speed show the truth!"