"Qian Daoliu!!! What are you trying to do to the future of our Spirit Hall?!"
Qian Wushuang called him by name and let out an earth-shaking roar.
His six wings trembled as he instantly arrived before Qian Daoliu and snatched Qian Renxue from his arms.
He then waved out a stream of Soul Power, shielding the siblings Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue in a safe location.
"A Thousand-Year Soul Ring for the first Soul Ring? Very good, very good indeed! You dared gamble with our future? If you want my dear great-grandchildren to die, just say so!"
"Even a tiger would not eat its own cubs! But you beast truly must be tired of living!!!"
While Qian Daoliu was still dumbfounded, completely unaware of why his father had suddenly flown into such a rage—
Qian Wushuang clenched his right hand in the air, and a sword blazing with incomparably violent holy flames condensed in his palm.
Without the slightest hesitation, he raised the Angel Sword high with both hands as the Soul Power within his body surged into it.
The light sword, originally only a little over a meter long, began expanding at a terrifying speed—ten meters, fifty meters, ninety meters, one hundred meters!
In the blink of an eye, the hundred-meter-long terrifying golden blade, like a Divine Punishment Blade that could split heaven and earth, carried overwhelming energy as it cleaved toward Qian Daoliu with the force of thunder!
You dared use my two great-grandchildren, dared use the future of Spirit Hall, to gamble on that illusory Thousand-Year first Soul Ring?
Today, I'll beat you, you beast, until you piss and shit yourself!
"Boom—"
A deafening explosion rang out as scorching energy swept through the surroundings like a tsunami.
"What the hell? Old man, are you insane?!"
Qian Daoliu's soul nearly fled his body. At the critical moment, he barely raised his arms and erected a holy shield.
The terrifying force blasted him away, and he rolled across the ground dozens of times in utter humiliation.
Qian Daoliu glanced at where the blade had struck from the corner of his eye, cold sweat soaking his back. At the spot where the Angel Sword had fallen—
A thousand-meter-long, bottomless chasm had been forcibly cleaved into the ground, while countless ancient trees around it were reduced to dust.
The attack was like thunder. The mountain forest instantly erupted into chaos, and the birds nesting nearby scattered in all directions like startled dark clouds.
The beasts fled as though they had lost their souls, tails tucked between their legs as they desperately plunged deeper into Star Dou Forest.
"Gulp—"
Qian Daoliu swallowed. His father had not intended to kill him with that strike, but neither had he shown any intention of holding back!
Atop a towering ancient tree in the distance, a dense Soul Power barrier protected Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue.
"Brother... what's going on? Why did Great-Grandfather suddenly start fighting Grandfather?!"
Qian Renxue's face was pale, her large eyes filled with confusion. "Why did great-grandfather suddenly go mad?"
"Brother, does your resurrection ability really have no side effects? Look at great-grandfather!"
From beginning to end, she had no idea what was happening. One moment, she had been in Grandfather's arms.
Then her vision blurred, and she was already here with her brother—followed by that earth-shattering sword strike!
Qian Renheng was equally bewildered. With a confused expression, he scratched the back of his head and helplessly spread his hands. "Don't ask me. I don't know either. There's absolutely nothing wrong with my resurrection ability!"
He was certain that the resurrected great-grandfather was in his prime and had suffered no side effects whatsoever.
If there had to be a side effect, it was that he had to obey Qian Renheng completely. He could not defy his orders, could not harm him, and could not even entertain such thoughts!
"Could it be because Grandfather beat Great-Grandfather too badly last night? Great-Grandfather is narrow-minded?"
"So he deliberately used this as an excuse to take revenge?"
"But that can't be right. Last night, Great-Grandfather revealed his identity. Even if he wanted to teach Grandfather a lesson then, he could have done so easily. Why wait until today?"
Qian Renheng thought, his mind a tangled mess. He simply could not understand why great-grandfather had suddenly attacked.
Just as the siblings stared at each other in helpless confusion—
In the distance, Qian Wushuang's six holy wings spread completely open. Holy radiance covered the sky and blotted out the sun, making him resemble a god.
His gaze was icy to the extreme as he stared down at the disheveled figure below. "A Thousand-Year Soul Ring for the first Soul Ring? You really came up with that? If you lacked common sense, I could still understand!"
"But you are a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo! What happened to that talent that shook the ages?!"
"What people fear is not villains racking their brains, but fools having a flash of inspiration!"
Qian Wushuang laughed in fury, his voice like a great bell resounding through the forest. "Today, I will teach you, you beast, a lesson on behalf of the ancestors of the Qian Clan!"
He wanted to gamble with the future of Spirit Hall on a Thousand-Year Soul Ring?
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black—eight deep black Soul Rings bloomed in the sky.
Then came the final Soul Ring, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring as crimson as blood!
When the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring appeared, Qian Wushuang's aura climbed to its peak, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul Avatar!"
Qian Wushuang shouted. His seventh Soul Ring flared, and behind him, the phantom of a great angel slowly condensed and gradually solidified, enveloping his entire body.
The angel's body bore six wings upon its back. Holy light spread across the heavens, while dazzling golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Angel Descent!"
His ninth Soul Ring activated, and a sudden change occurred. An angelic phantom far greater, more majestic, and more terrifying than the Angel Avatar, radiating pure divine light, tore through space and descended forcefully!
This phantom looked as though it might truly come alive, its eyes revealing compassion for all living things.
It stood a full thousand meters tall, and the Judgment Blade in its hand was absurdly enormous. Divine fire capable of burning away all evil blazed along its edge!
As Qian Wushuang raised his sword high, the angelic phantom made the same motion, lifting its sword overhead. The blade frantically absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like an ocean swallowing all rivers!
"Angel Descent—it's actually Angel Descent!!!" Qian Daoliu's eyes turned bloodshot. He panted heavily, his eyes nearly splitting apart!
This was his father's most terrifying trump card. He had heard about it from his father when he was young.
Qian Wushuang's ninth Soul Skill should never have existed in this world. It was an unparalleled divine skill born from a mutation caused by an accident during his Angel Assessment!
Once activated, Qian Wushuang could raise his power in an extremely short time to a level beyond the realm of a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo!
This was power that temporarily crossed the limits of mortals. If that thing came down, even if he did not die, he would be crippled!
At the brink of life and death, Qian Daoliu could no longer spare any thought for why his father was suddenly trying to kill him.
"Buzz—"
Accompanied by an exceptionally crisp and melodious sword hum, a holy sword of flowing gold appeared in his hand, its hilt seemingly sprouting a pair of angel wings.
"Father!!!!"
"I'm your son! Calm down! Is there some misunderstanding between us? Don't wipe out your own kin for the sake of righteousness!"
Qian Daoliu gripped the Angel Holy Sword and took up an attacking stance. If that strike fell, he would have to unleash his full strength, or he would never be able to block it.
He cried hoarsely toward the sky, "Father, whatever misunderstanding we have, can you listen to my explanation first?"
No matter what Martial Soul it was, it was his fault anyway. Father, just put Angel Descent away first!
"Father, put this deadly thing away first! If that sword comes down, your son will either die or be badly crippled!"
Within a hundred-mile radius of where Qian Daoliu and Qian Wushuang stood, utter chaos had already broken out.
Whether they were hundred-year Soul Beasts or ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts—
All of them had been frightened out of their wits by this terrifying divine might. They wailed endlessly, pissing and shitting themselves.
"Speak—"
Qian Wushuang stood within the angelic phantom, as though his words were divine decree. His tone was cold, his expression frosty.
The movement of his hand paused temporarily, but the Divine Punishment Blade remained suspended in midair, showing no sign of dissipating.
It was as though he was saying that if Qian Daoliu did not explain himself clearly today, he would wipe out his own kin for the sake of righteousness.
"Huff—"
"Huff—"
Seeing the suspended Judgment Blade, Qian Daoliu broke out in a cold sweat and gasped for breath.
Even now, his mind was racing. At last, he understood why his father had suddenly flown into such a rage.
If he had not known the truth and Qian Xunji had told him such a thing, he would have taught Qian Xunji a lesson too.
It was all because of that phrase, "Thousand-Year first Soul Ring." Who the hell had I offended? Why had I been so unlucky these past two days!
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