"Heh-heh—"
Facing Qian Daoliu's bold declaration, Qian Wushuang merely gave a faint, cold laugh and offered no response.
As a tyrant who had once suppressed an entire era, how could he possibly allow himself to be surpassed by his own son?
"Buzz—"
Without any warning, Qian Wushuang did not even call for the start before directly completing Martial Soul Possession.
Brilliant six wings suddenly spread wide behind him. His hands shot out like lightning, scooping the still-drowsy Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue into his arms.
The next second, with a thunderous boom, Qian Wushuang transformed into a dazzling golden afterimage.
Breaking through the sound barrier like a meteor tearing through the clouds, he vanished beyond the distant horizon in an instant.
"Wow—"
Qian Renxue's vision suddenly blurred, and the powerful sensation of being pressed into her seat instantly jolted her awake from her drowsiness.
She forced her eyes wide open and looked back, immediately sucking in a sharp breath. The scenery around them raced backward like lightning.
Spirit City, once so grand and vast, was rapidly shrinking after only a few blinks.
It shrank into an incredibly tiny black dot, still vanishing beyond the edge of her vision at a terrifying speed.
"Holy shit! That fast?!"
Qian Renheng was visibly stunned as well, his brain nearly failing to process it. This wild sprint through the air ten thousand meters above the ground was a thrill he had never experienced before.
The violent gales rushing toward them were completely blocked outside by Qian Wushuang's protective Soul Power.
This lightning-fast speed completely reshaped Qian Renheng's understanding of the top speed of an Ultimate Douluo.
"Invincible in the sky... When it comes to air superiority and speed, it really is fucking absolutely invincible!"
"Since Great-Grandfather could reach this kind of speed..."
"Then there was no reason Grandfather, who also possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and was also an Ultimate Douluo, would be inferior in speed!"
"But if the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was so fast, why did Grandfather lose to Tang Chen back then?!"
Qian Renheng could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.
The Clear Sky Hammer was the typical heavy-armored warrior build—pure, powerful close-range output. No matter how strong its attacks were, it still had to hit someone first!
With the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul's speed that surpassed all extremes, combined with the air superiority of freely soaring through the sky—
Just staying in the air and kiting him with long-range attacks would be enough to wear Tang Chen, that fool who claimed to be invincible on the ground, to death, wouldn't it?
No matter how fiercely you swung the Clear Sky Hammer, even if you had two powerful Self-Created Soul Skills like the Great Sumeru Hammer and Ring Detonation—
Could you even touch a wielder of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul with three pairs of wings? Besides, the Angel Martial Soul was a God-Level Martial Soul. Its offensive power was no joke either!
With the three attributes of holiness, light, and fire, along with strong attack, Healing, and agility attack, the Six-Winged Angel was practically a perfect all-rounder!
"Could it be..." Qian Renheng seemed to realize something. His lips twitched as he came to an absurd conclusion.
"Back then, Grandfather didn't use his own advantages at all and instead stubbornly chose to clash head-on with the Clear Sky Hammer?"
Although the Six-Winged Angel was incredibly powerful and had no major weaknesses—
Against Tang Chen's Clear Sky Hammer, with its Ring Detonation and Great Sumeru Hammer, it was still a notch weaker in terms of attack power.
If that was really the case, then Qian Renheng could only raise an incomparably huge middle finger to his grandfather in his heart!
With that battle IQ, he was just a pure rookie blockhead. There was a reason Bo Saixi looked down on you, Grandfather.
If I had speed like that, could Tang Chen even catch me?
I'd make a huge detour, then use the Angel Holy Sword to cleanly stab him in the ass and leave him with an unforgettable memory!
Meanwhile, before the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu was still holding the impassioned pose from his speech just now.
He stared blankly at the sky, where a faint white trail remained, while the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.
You old bastard, you were playing dirty?
You were the Spirit Hall's previous previous-generation Pope, and my father, Qian Daoliu. Yet you did not even count to three before shamelessly making your move?
"Sure enough, the older people get, the more unreasonable they become. You brute, Qian Wushuang, you have no martial virtue!" Qian Daoliu raged inwardly.
"Boom—"
Even more violent holy golden light shot into the heavens. Qian Daoliu completed Martial Soul Possession, and the six angel wings behind him gave a powerful flap.
A massive shockwave sent the surrounding rubble flying. In the blink of an eye, he too transformed into a streak of golden light that pierced through heaven and earth.
He began madly chasing in the direction Qian Wushuang had vanished.
Watching the father and son disappear one after another beyond the horizon like arrows released from a bow—
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood at the entrance of the hall with his arms folded and clicked his tongue in amazement. "As expected of Senior Wushuang—decisive and efficient. Even after all these years, he is still just as unreasonable."
"Cough, cough—" Azure Luan Douluo beside him kindly reminded him, "Second Brother, watch your words!"
"Second Brother, you are openly badmouthing Senior Wushuang like this. Aren't you afraid he'll skin your crocodile hide if he hears you?"
"Hm?" Golden Crocodile Douluo raised an eyebrow arrogantly. "Third Brother, what the hell do you know!"
"In this short time, the Great Elder and Senior Wushuang have already flown who knows how far away."
"With that much distance between us, how could they possibly hear us? If they could still hear us, would they even count as human?"
"No, something's wrong!" Golden Crocodile frowned and swept his gaze over the other Consecrated Elders. "Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh, you wouldn't rat me out, would you?"
Qian Xunji, standing nearby, watched this group of Consecrated Elders—whose combined ages totaled several hundred years—tear each other down like old children. He helplessly rubbed his faintly aching temples.
Could they really still hear what they were saying? They knew perfectly well whether they had ever turned it on, or perhaps they had simply never turned it off. After all, if it had never been off, how could it have been turned on?
"Uncles, Xunji still has Spirit Hall business to handle, so I'll be leaving first. Please take your time chatting."
Qian Xunji tidied up his Pope's robes slightly before leaving with an utterly miserable expression.
The matters he needed to deal with today were piled up like mountains. Not only did he have to soothe the frightened residents of Spirit City after yesterday's disturbance—
He also had to release false information to maintain Spirit Hall's inviolable prestige.
Worst of all, he had to secretly gather a large number of craftsmen to repair the enormous crater left before the Worship Hall by last night's battle.
It could be said that these ancestors fought fiercely, fought happily, and had a grand old time, while the one running himself ragged and cleaning up their mess in the end was him, the working Pope.
"Sigh—" Qian Xunji let out a long sigh. "What the hell is all this? My father and grandfather really went too far. They caused such a huge disturbance, and I still have to figure out how to explain it to the outside world."
He could already imagine how many factions were watching Spirit Hall make a fool of itself.
After all, there had never been an incident before where someone directly invaded Spirit Hall's lifeline, Spirit City.
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