Attacking Their Strengths With Your Weaknesses? Qian Daoliu is an Invincible Iron Head!

"Heh—"

In the face of Qian Daoliu's bold words, Qian Wushuang only gave a faint, cold laugh and made no response.

As a ruthless hero who had once suppressed an entire era, how could he possibly allow himself to be outdone by his own son?

"Buzz—"

Without the slightest warning, Qian Wushuang did not even say "begin" before directly completing his martial soul possession.

Brilliant six wings suddenly unfurled behind him. His hands shot out like lightning, and he pulled the still-drowsy siblings Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue into his arms.

The next second, with a boom, Qian Wushuang's entire body turned into a dazzling golden afterimage.

He broke through the sound barrier, and like a meteor tearing through layered clouds, vanished instantly at the far end of the distant horizon.

"Wah—"

Qian Renxue only felt her vision blur, and the intense force pressing her back instantly jolted her awake from her drowsiness.

She forced her eyes wide open and looked back, immediately sucking in a cold breath. The scenery around them was retreating like lightning.

Spirit City, which had originally been vast and magnificent, had actually shrunk in just a few blinks.

It shrank into an extremely tiny black dot, and was still disappearing from view at an utterly terrifying speed.

"Holy shit! This fast?!"

Qian Renheng was also visibly stunned. His brain nearly failed to catch up. This feeling of tearing through the sky at extreme speed ten thousand meters up was a thrill he had never experienced before.

The violent astral winds rushing toward them were completely blocked outside by Qian Wushuang's protective soul power.

This lightning-fast speed directly rearranged Qian Renheng's understanding of the maximum speed of a peerless Douluo.

"Invincible in the sky... when it comes to air superiority and speed, he really is fucking absolutely invincible!"

"Since Great-Grandfather's speed can reach this level..."

"There's no reason Grandpa, who also has the Six-Winged Angel martial soul and is also a peerless Douluo, would be inferior in speed!"

"But since the Six-Winged Angel martial soul is so fast, why did Grandpa lose to Tang Chen back then?!"

Qian Renheng could not figure it out no matter how he thought about it.

The Clear Sky Hammer was a textbook heavy-armored warrior, pure close-combat powerhouse output. No matter how strong its attacks were, it still had to touch the target first!

With the Six-Winged Angel martial soul's speed beyond the extreme, plus the air superiority that allowed it to soar freely through the sky...

Just staying in the air, kiting him with long-range attacks to wear him down, should have been enough to exhaust that reckless brute Tang Chen, who was called invincible on the ground, to death, right?

No matter how fiercely your Clear Sky Hammer swung, even if you had those two powerful self-created soul skills, Great Sumeru Hammer and Ring Detonation...

Could you even touch the owner of a Six-Winged Angel martial soul with three pairs of wings? Besides, the angel martial soul was a god-level martial soul, and its attack power was not weak either!

Sacred, light, and flame, three attributes; assault, healing, and agility attack—the Six-Winged Angel was practically an all-around warrior!

"Could it be..." Qian Renheng seemed to think of something. The corner of his mouth twitched as he reached an outrageous conclusion.

"Back then, Grandpa didn't use his own advantages at all, and instead chose to stubbornly go head-to-head with the Clear Sky Hammer?"

Although the Six-Winged Angel was very strong and did not have any major weaknesses...

Against Tang Chen's Clear Sky Hammer, when the other side also had Ring Detonation and Great Sumeru Hammer, it was still a notch weaker in terms of attack.

If that was really the case, then Qian Renheng could only, in his heart, raise a super invincible giant middle finger at his own grandfather!

With that battle IQ, he was purely a rookie iron-headed brat. There was a reason Bo Saixi didn't take a fancy to you, Grandpa.

If I had speed this fast, could Tang Chen catch me?

I'd directly pull a super invincible wide flank and use the Angel Holy Sword to stab him cleanly in the ass, giving him an unforgettable memory!

At the same time, in front of Consecration Hall, Qian Daoliu was still maintaining that impassioned speaking posture from just now.

He stared blankly at the sky, at the faint white trail left behind, the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitching wildly.

An old man acting without dignity—so you're playing dirty, are you?

No matter what, you were the previous previous generation Pope of Spirit Hall, the father of me, Qian Daoliu. So you really wouldn't even say one, two, three, and just threw your face away entirely?

"Sure enough, the older people get, the less reasonable they become. Wushuang, you brute, you have no martial virtue!" Qian Daoliu cursed inwardly in furious frustration.

"Boom—"

An even more violent sacred golden light shot into the sky. Qian Daoliu completed his martial soul possession, and the six angel wings on his back suddenly shook.

A huge wave of air sent the surrounding gravel flying. In the blink of an eye, he also turned into a streak of golden light that pierced through heaven and earth.

He began madly chasing in the direction where Qian Wushuang had disappeared.

Watching this father and son pair vanish one after another at the end of the horizon like arrows released from the bowstring...

Golden Crocodile Douluo, standing at the entrance of the hall with his arms crossed over his chest, clicked his tongue in amazement. "It really has to be the decisive and forceful Senior Wushuang. So many years have passed, and he's still just as unreasonable."

"Cough, cough—" Qingluan Douluo beside him kindly reminded, "Second Brother, watch your words!"

"Second Brother, aren't you afraid that if you run your mouth and criticize Senior Wushuang like this, the old man will hear it and skin your crocodile hide?"

"Hm?" Golden Crocodile Douluo raised his brow slightly in extreme arrogance when he heard this. "Third Brother, what the hell do you know?"

"In just this little bit of time, the Grand Consecrator and Senior Wushuang had already flown who knew how far away."

"At that distance, how could they possibly hear us? If they could still hear that, would they even count as human?"

"No, something's wrong!" Golden Crocodile frowned, his gaze sweeping over the other consecrators. "Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh, you wouldn't play the old sixth on me, would you?"

Standing off to the side, Qian Xunji watched these consecrators—whose ages added up to several hundred years—undermine one another like mischievous old children, and helplessly rubbed his faintly aching temples.

If they could still hear what they were saying? Whether it was on or not, he knew full well himself. Or had it simply never been turned off? After all, if it had never been turned off, how could it have been turned on?!

"Uncles, Xunji still has official matters of Spirit Hall to handle, so I'll take my leave first. Please take your time chatting."

Qian Xunji straightened his pope's robes a little, then left the place in utter misery.

The matters he had to deal with today had piled up like a mountain. He had to soothe the residents of Spirit City, who were panicking because of yesterday's commotion.

He also had to spread false information to the outside world to maintain the inviolable majesty of Spirit Hall.

Most fatal of all, he had to secretly mobilize a large number of craftsmen to repair the enormous crater left in front of Consecration Hall by last night's battle.

In short, this bunch of ancestors had fought hard, fought to their hearts' content, and had the time of their lives. In the end, the one running himself ragged and cleaning up the mess was entirely him—the wage-slave pope.

"Sigh—" Qian Xunji let out a long, weary sigh. "What even is all this? Father and Grandfather really are something, causing such a huge commotion. And I still have to figure out how to explain it to the outside world."

He could already imagine just how many factions were watching Spirit Hall make a spectacle of itself.

After all, there had never before been an incident of someone directly invading Spirit City, the lifeline of Spirit Hall.