Where Did This Evil Spirit Come From, Daring to Impersonate My Father? You're Asking for Death!

The bright moonlight poured down from the nine heavens like a silver waterfall, as though it were the Milky Way itself.

The Worship Hall was a glorious palace that represented the supreme power and majesty of the Spirit Hall.

Under the moonlight, it shimmered with a layer of sacred radiance, standing there in towering splendor.

"The Worship Hall..." Qian Wushuang stood quietly on the broad white-jade plaza outside the hall, his hands clasped behind his back.

He looked at the palace before him, so familiar it could not be more familiar, and deep recollection surfaced in his profound eyes.

"I truly missed this place!"

"Liuer, I imagine you'll like the surprise your father prepared for you, won't you?" Qian Wushuang revealed a mischievous smile and walked toward the open doors of the Worship Hall.

At the same time, in a corner a hundred meters away, two little heads were poking out, looking around.

"Big brother, Great-Grandfather is just swaggering in like that, without even saying hello."

"Won't he scare Grandfather and the others half to death?" Qian Renxue clutched Qian Renheng's sleeve, her azure eyes full of worry.

In the middle of the night, someone who had already been dead for over a hundred years suddenly appeared before you.

And he was also the father you knew best. Just thinking about that scene felt terrifying.

"Don't worry, Xiaoxue. Trust in Grandfather and the others' mental fortitude. Grandfather and the others have seen plenty of the world too."

Qian Renheng crossed his arms over his chest, looking as if the bigger the commotion, the better. "How could they be scared so easily?"

"Great-Grandfather appearing alive and well in front of them—if anything, they won't have enough time to be happy."

Happy? One's own father coming back from the dead and returning to life was indeed something worth being happy about.

It was just that the process of being happy would certainly be full of twists and turns.

At this moment, just as in that moment, inside the great hall of the Worship Hall, beneath the sacred and majestic angel statue.

Seven figures whose auras were as deep as abysses and vast as seas sat cross-legged, immersed in deep meditation.

The one at the head was the Grand Worship Qian Daoliu, while the others were the Six Great Worships. Every single one of them had at least the cultivation of a Super Douluo.

"Who goes there?!"

Qian Daoliu abruptly opened his eyes, and dazzling golden light as tangible as substance suddenly burst from them.

He shot to his feet, his gaze like a torch, locking onto the black figure that had suddenly appeared in a shadowy corner.

In the empty hall, at some unknown moment, a shadow had appeared without a sound.

He was hidden in the darkness. Though his features could not be seen clearly, the other party's shoulder-length blond hair and ornate robes could be made out.

He stood there just like that, releasing no fluctuations of soul power, yet he made Qian Daoliu, a Peerless Douluo, feel his terrifying intuition screaming mad warnings.

He was definitely a Titled Douluo with an extremely terrifying cultivation, and his strength was likely not beneath his own.

"Liuer, it has been a long time. I have missed you dearly. Your vigilance is still as impressive as ever!" Qian Wushuang clasped his hands behind his back.

He walked out from the shadows, his gaze carrying a trace of kindness as it slowly swept over the Six Great Worships, before finally settling on Qian Daoliu.

Sensing Qian Daoliu's unfathomably deep, abyss-like and sea-like soul power, Qian Wushuang's heart filled with gratification.

Liuer had not brought him shame. He had now reached the realm of Peerless Douluo, the same realm as him.

As for the other six juniors, their realms were not low either. Even the lowest among them possessed a cultivation of rank ninety-six.

"You... you... you are!!!"

As Qian Wushuang's appearance was revealed before everyone, the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the others, who had originally been ready to erupt into action, suddenly stiffened from head to toe.

Their eyes went wide, and they stood there like wooden chickens, staring in disbelief at that familiar face as their breathing abruptly stopped!

This face, this unique domineering aura, this tyrannical feeling of ruling over all—how could they not be familiar with it?!

This was the father of their eldest brother Qian Daoliu, and also the pope from two generations before in the Spirit Hall: Angel Douluo, Qian Wushuang!

He was once one of the Spirit Hall's two peerless figures, a peerless powerhouse who had overawed an entire era!

Even the oldest among them, Golden Crocodile Douluo, was nothing more than a child in front of this man.

"Is... is it you? Senior Wushuang!"

Golden Crocodile, Qingluan, Xiongshi, Guangling, Qianjun, and Jiangmo, the six worships, spoke in dazed unison.

"Father..."

At the head, Grand Worship Qian Daoliu looked at that face so familiar it could not be more familiar, and his entire body seemed to be struck by lightning.

That fatherly dignity made his eyes redden slightly, and his filial admiration was written all over his face.

"Father, you didn't die back then?"

However, this warm scene of reunion did not last even one second longer before Qian Daoliu's mind abruptly calmed, returning to absolute rationality!

Bullshit! Back then, he had watched with his own eyes as his old man breathed his last.

He had even personally handled his father's encoffining, the sealing of the coffin, and the burial. How could his old man possibly not have died? How could he be standing alive and well in front of him?

There was only one explanation: this was definitely not his father!

At this thought, Qian Daoliu's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and an unprecedented fury and killing intent abruptly appeared.

He stared fixedly at the familiar face before him, rage already boiling to the limit in his heart as he said through gritted teeth, "My father fell a hundred years ago!"

"How could he possibly still be alive?! Where did a vile spirit like you crawl out from? You dare disguise yourself as my father and come to the Worship Hall to toy with us? You're courting death!"

"Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother—what are you waiting for?!"

"Filth like this dares openly impersonate the previous, previous Pope of Spirit Hall and come to our Spirit Hall to run wild!"

"Your crime deserves ten thousand deaths! Attack with me and grind this death-seeking evil spirit into dust!"

Boom—

Rippling holy light erupted from within him and shot straight to the dome of the Worship Hall, illuminating the night sky over all of Spirit City.

The Seraph martial soul was released. It looked vivid and lifelike, golden feathers scattering down with the holy light, and in moments the martial soul possession was complete.

Six golden wings spread behind Qian Daoliu. His expression became ever more sacred, but the fury brimming in his eyes never changed.

He reached out and grasped at the air, and a sacred blade burning with holy fire, as if it could purify all evil in the world, appeared in his hand.

It was the inherited divine artifact of the Angel God—the Angel Holy Sword!

Even if the other party were a soul master of the same realm as him, before the Angel Holy Sword, he would burn to ash!

Qian Daoliu was already certain that the person before him was an extremely wicked fallen soul master.

And what their Qian clan's angel martial soul countered best was fallen soul masters, not to mention that at this moment he was also holding the divine artifact, the Angel Holy Sword!

He had no intention of probing at all. His first move was a killing blow!

The other six great worshipers snapped back to their senses one after another. That was right—how could Senior Wushuang still be alive?

This had to be an extremely rare fallen soul master in disguise.

To dare come to their Worship Hall to run wild, to toy with them using the Senior Wushuang they respected most—he was asking to die!

"Evil spirit, hand over your life!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo, the most hot-tempered of them, roared, and terrifying soul power fluctuations surged outward, making the entire hall tremble.

The phantom of a Golden Crocodile King over thirty meters long abruptly appeared behind him, its terrifying, ferocious might shaking heaven and earth!

Immediately after—

The Qingluan Divine Bird let out a shrill cry that tore through the sky!

The Blazing Lion appeared treading across a crimson sea of fire and roared up at the heavens!

The Guangling Divine Bow had already drawn its bowstring to the full in an instant, its chill biting to the bone!

Two Coiling Dragon Staffs, each weighing more than a thousand jun, poised to smash down!

At this moment, the seven peak Douluo powerhouses had been completely enraged by the fellow in front of them and had gone berserk!

They brought out their strongest power, determined to crush him to bone and scatter his ashes; otherwise, the hatred in their hearts would not be eased!

"What the fuck?!" Qian Wushuang looked at the scene in front of him and was instantly a little dumbfounded, unable to stop himself from swearing.

This script was wrong, wasn't it? Shouldn't they have burst into tears after seeing him, recognized him, and then begged for a hug?

Why was it that the moment they met, everyone unleashed their ultimates and even wanted to grind his bones and scatter his ashes?!

Qian Daoliu was worthy of the title "invincible in the sky." His speed was the greatest in the world. Holding the Angel Holy Sword, his entire body turned into a brilliant golden beam that pierced heaven and earth.

He charged in front of Qian Wushuang and swung his sword fiercely, the edge of the holy sword pointing straight at the other man's forehead. His opening move was a killing blow!

"You lot..." Qian Wushuang cursed under his breath.

Facing seven people whose first move was a killing blow, even with an undying body, he had no choice but to take it seriously.

He clapped his hands together, and a vast, boundless, terrifying fluctuation of soul power that faintly surpassed Qian Daoliu's suddenly appeared, condensing before him into an indestructible golden shield.