Ninth Spirit Ability, Angel Descent, Judgment Blade Slashes Qian Daoliu.

"Qian Daoliu!!! What are you trying to do to the future of our Spirit Hall?!"

Qian Wushuang called him by name and let out a deafening roar.

His six wings trembled, and in an instant he arrived in front of Qian Daoliu, snatching Qian Renxue from his arms.

Then he swept out a surge of soul power, shielding the siblings, Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue, in a safe place.

"Absorbing a thousand-year ring for the first soul ring? Very good. Very good! You're gambling with our future? If you want my precious great-grandchildren dead, just say it!"

"Even a tiger won't eat its cubs. But you, you beast, you really must be tired of living!!!"

While Qian Daoliu was still baffled, completely clueless as to why his old man had suddenly flown into such a rage—

Qian Wushuang reached out with his right hand and clenched the air. A sword burning with an incomparably violent sacred flame suddenly condensed in his palm.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised the Angel Sword high with both hands, and the soul power within him surged wildly into it.

The lightsword, originally just over a meter long, began to expand rapidly—ten meters, fifty meters, ninety meters, one hundred meters!

In the blink of an eye, that terrifying hundred-meter golden blade, like a Divine Punishment Blade that could split heaven and earth, carried dreadful energy as it cleaved toward Qian Daoliu with thunderous force!

You dared use my two great-grandchildren, dared use Spirit Hall's future, to gamble on that so-called thousand-year first soul ring of yours?

Today, this old man would beat you, you beast, until piss and shit came out!

Boom—

A deafening explosion rang out, and scorching energy swept outward like a tsunami.

"What the hell? Old man, are you sick or something?!"

Qian Daoliu's soul nearly left his body. At the critical instant, he barely managed to raise both arms and prop up a sacred shield.

His whole body was smashed flying by that terrifying force, cutting an extremely sorry figure as he rolled dozens of times across the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye, Qian Daoliu glanced toward the place where the blade had struck, cold sweat soaking his back. He saw the spot where the Angel Sword had fallen.

A massive crack over a thousand meters long and so deep the bottom could not be seen had been hacked open by sheer force, and countless ancient trees around it had been reduced to dust.

That attack was like a thunderclap. The mountain forest instantly erupted into chaos, and the flocks of birds roosting nearby scattered in all directions like frightened dark clouds.

The beasts were as if they had lost their souls, tails tucked, desperately plunging toward the depths of Star Dou Forest.

"Gulp—"

Qian Daoliu swallowed. Though his old man had not aimed to kill with that strike, he had not shown any intention of holding back either!

Atop the treetops of towering ancient trees in the distance, a thick barrier of soul power protected Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue within.

"Brother... what's going on? Why did Great-Grandfather suddenly start fighting Grandpa?!"

Qian Renxue's face was deathly pale, her large eyes filled with bewilderment. "Why did Great-Grandfather suddenly go crazy?"

"Brother, your resurrection ability really doesn't have any side effects, does it? Look at Great-Grandfather!"

From beginning to end, she had no idea what was happening. One moment she had still been in her grandfather's arms.

Then her vision blurred, and she and her brother were already here. After that came that earth-shaking sword strike!

Qian Renheng was just as baffled. His face was blank as he scratched the back of his head, then spread his hands helplessly and said, "Don't ask me. I don't know either. It's absolutely not that there's something wrong with my resurrection ability!"

He could be certain that after being resurrected, his great-grandfather was in his prime and had no side effects at all.

If he had to name a side effect, it was that the man had to obey him completely, could not defy his commands, and could not even harm him—not even in thought!

"Could it be because Grandpa beat Great-Grandfather too hard last night? Is Great-Grandfather petty?"

"So he's deliberately using this as an excuse to get revenge?"

"But that's not right either. Last night, when Great-Grandfather revealed his identity, if he'd wanted to teach Grandpa a lesson, he could've done it right then. Why wait until today?"

As Qian Renheng thought, his mind became a tangled mess. He simply could not understand why Great-Grandfather had suddenly attacked.

While the siblings stared at each other helplessly, at a complete loss—

In the distance, Qian Wushuang's six sacred wings spread fully, and holy radiance blotted out the sky. He was like a god.

His gaze was icy to the extreme as he stared fixedly down at the sorry figure below. "Absorbing a thousand-year ring for the first soul ring? I'm amazed you could even think of that. If you had no common sense, I could understand it!"

"But you are a peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine. What earth-shattering talent are you dreaming of?!"

"Bad people racking their brains aren't the scariest thing—the scariest thing is a fool having a bright idea!"

Qian Wushuang was so furious he laughed instead, his voice booming like a great bell as it exploded through the forest. "Today, this old man will teach you a lesson on behalf of the ancestors of the Qian family, you beast!"

Using the future of their Spirit Hall to gamble 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. It was a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, as scarlet as fresh blood!

The moment the hundred-thousand-year soul ring appeared, Qian Wushuang's aura climbed to its peak, and the temperature around him rapidly rose.

"Seventh soul skill—Avatar of Spirit!"

Qian Wushuang shouted. The seventh soul ring activated, and behind him, the illusion of a great angel slowly condensed, gradually becoming solid as it wrapped around his entire body.

That angel had six wings on its back, sacred radiance spilling across the sky, and dazzling golden hair flowing down like a waterfall.

"Ninth soul skill—Angel Descent!"

The ninth soul ring activated, and a sudden change erupted. An angelic silhouette far beyond the Angel Avatar—grander, more terrifying, radiating pure divine brilliance—tore through the void and descended with overwhelming force!

This phantom looked as if it might truly come alive, its eyes filled with compassion for all living beings.

It stood a full thousand meters tall, and the Judgment Blade it held was even more absurdly massive. Upon its edge burned divine flames capable of incinerating all evil!

As Qian Wushuang raised his sword high, the angel phantom made the same motion, lifting its blade high as the sword edge frenziedly absorbed the energy of heaven and earth like rivers pouring into the sea!

"Angel Descent—it's actually Angel Descent!!!" Qian Daoliu's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing rough as an ox's, his eyes nearly splitting with rage and shock!

This was his father's most terrifying trump card. When he was young, he had once heard his father mention it.

Qian Wushuang's ninth soul skill should never have appeared in this world. It was an unparalleled divine skill born from a mutation caused by an accident during his Angel trials!

Once released, Qian Wushuang could, in an extremely short time, raise his own power beyond the scope of a rank ninety-nine peerless Douluo!

This was power that briefly crossed the limits of mortals. If that thing came chopping down, even if Qian Daoliu did not die, he would be left crippled!

At the brink of life and death, Qian Daoliu no longer had the luxury of wondering why his old man had suddenly decided to deal him such a ruthless blow.

"Buzz—"

With an incredibly clear and pleasant sword hum, a holy sword appeared in his hand, its entire body gilded gold, its hilt seemingly bearing a pair of angel wings.

"Father!!!!"

"I'm your son! Calm down! Is there some misunderstanding between us? You can't kill your own family for righteousness!"

Qian Daoliu gripped the Angel Holy Sword and took an attacking stance. If this strike fell, he had to unleash his full strength, or there was no way he could block it.

He shouted hoarsely toward the sky, "Father, if there's been a misunderstanding, can you listen to my explanation first?"

Whatever martial soul it was, it was his fault anyway—Father, please put away Angel Descent first!

"Father, put that deadly thing away first! If that sword comes down, your child here will either die or be seriously injured!"

At this moment, everything within a hundred li of Qian Daoliu and Qian Wushuang had already fallen into complete chaos.

Whether hundred-year soul beasts or ten-thousand-year soul beasts, all of them were frightened out of their wits by this terrifying divine might, letting out waves of mournful cries as they lost control of their bowels and bladders.

"Speak—"

Qian Wushuang stood within the angel phantom as if he held the mandate of heaven in his mouth, his tone icy, his face frosty.

The movement of his hand stopped for the moment, but that Divine Punishment Blade remained suspended in midair, showing not the slightest sign of dissipating.

It had the posture of: if you do not explain yourself clearly today, this old man will kill his own family for righteousness.

"Huff—"

"Huff—"

Looking at that suspended Judgment Blade, Qian Daoliu broke out in a cold sweat and gasped for breath in great mouthfuls.

Even now, his mind was still spinning at high speed. At last, he realized the reason his old father had suddenly flown into such a fury at him.

If he had not known the whole story, and Qian Xunji had said something like that to him, he would also have struck out and taught Qian Xunji a lesson.

It was all because of that phrase, "a thousand-year first soul ring." Who the fuck did I offend? Why have I been so unlucky these past two days?