Moonlight, bright and pure like a silver waterfall, poured down from the heavens, resembling a river of stars.
Worship Hall, the magnificent palace representing Spirit Hall's highest authority and majesty.
Bathed in moonlight, it glimmered with a sacred radiance as it stood towering there.
"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, familiar beyond measure, and deep nostalgia surfaced in his profound eyes.
"I really miss this place!"
"Liu'er, I wonder if you'll like the surprise your father has prepared for you?" Qian Wushuang revealed a mischievous grin and walked toward the open gates of Worship Hall.
At the same time, two little heads peeked out from a corner a hundred meters away, looking around cautiously.
"Brother, great-grandfather just walked 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 sapphire-blue eyes full of worry.
In the middle of the night, someone who had been dead for over a hundred years suddenly appeared before you.
And it was your own father, the person you knew best. Just thinking about that scene was terrifying.
"Don't worry, Xiao Xue. Have some faith in Grandfather and the others' mental fortitude. They've seen the world."
Qian Renheng crossed his arms, looking entirely too delighted by the spectacle. "How could they be frightened so easily?"
"They won't have time to be happy enough when great-grandfather appears alive before them."
Happy? Having one's father come back from the dead was indeed something worth celebrating.
It was just that the path to that happiness would certainly be full of twists and turns.
At this very moment, beneath the sacred and imposing Angel Statue within Worship Hall's grand hall.
Seven figures with auras as deep and vast as the sea sat cross-legged, immersed in deep meditation.
At their head was Great Elder Qian Daoliu. The others were the six Consecrated Elders, each of whom possessed at least the cultivation of a Super Douluo.
"Who goes there?!"
Qian Daoliu abruptly opened his eyes, brilliant golden light bursting from them with almost tangible force.
He rose in an instant, his gaze sharp as a torch as it locked onto the black figure that had suddenly appeared in a shadowy corner.
Within the vast, empty hall, a dark figure had somehow appeared without making a sound.
He stood concealed in the darkness. Though his features could not be seen clearly, his shoulder-length golden hair and ornate robes were unmistakable.
He simply stood there without releasing even a trace of Soul Power, yet the terrifying instincts of Qian Daoliu, a peerless Douluo, were frantically warning him.
He was definitely a Title Douluo with terrifying cultivation. His strength might not be beneath Qian Daoliu's at all.
"Liu'er, it has been a long time. I have missed you greatly. Your vigilance is still as sharp as ever!" Qian Wushuang stood with his hands behind his back.
He stepped out of the shadows, his eyes carrying a hint of kindness as they slowly swept over the six Consecrated Elders before finally settling on Qian Daoliu.
Sensing the boundless, ocean-deep Soul Power Qian Daoliu now possessed, Qian Wushuang's heart filled with gratification.
Liu'er had not disgraced him. He had now reached the realm of a peerless Douluo, the same realm as himself.
The other six juniors were not weak either. Even the weakest among them had reached Rank 96.
"Y-You... You... You are!!!"
As Qian Wushuang's face came into view, Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others, who had been ready to strike, suddenly stiffened all over.
Their eyes widened as they stared dumbfoundedly at that incomparably familiar face, their breathing abruptly stopping!
That face, that unique dominance, that overbearing air of one who ruled the world—how could they not recognize it?!
This was the father of their eldest brother, Qian Daoliu, and Spirit Hall's previous previous-generation Pope, Angel Douluo Qian Wushuang!
He had once been one of Spirit Hall's two peerless powerhouses, an unmatched expert whose might had dominated an era!
Even Golden Crocodile Douluo, the oldest among them, was no more than a child before this man.
"Is... is it really you, Senior Wushuang?"
Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, Xiongshi, Guangling, Qian Jun, and Jiang Mo, the six Consecrated Elders, asked in unison, utterly bewildered.
"Father..."
Great Elder Qian Daoliu, standing at the front, looked at that face he knew better than any other and felt as though he had been struck by lightning.
The majesty that belonged to his father made his eyes redden slightly, his filial affection impossible to hide.
"Father, you didn't die back then?"
Yet this warm reunion did not last even a second before Qian Daoliu's mind abruptly cooled, returning to absolute rationality!
Bullshit! He had watched with his own eyes as his father drew his final breath.
He had personally handled his father's burial preparations, sealed the coffin, and laid him to rest. How could his father possibly not be dead? How could he be standing alive before him?
There was only one explanation: this was absolutely not his father!
At that thought, Qian Daoliu's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and unprecedented fury and killing intent erupted from him.
He stared fixedly at the familiar face before him, his heart already boiling with rage as he gritted his teeth. "My father fell over a hundred years ago!"
"How could he possibly still be alive?! What evil thing are you, daring to impersonate my father and come to Worship Hall to toy with us? You are truly courting death!"
"Second Brother, third brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, what are you waiting for?!"
"This filthy evil thing dares to openly impersonate Spirit Hall's previous previous-generation Pope and run wild in Spirit Hall!"
"Its crimes are unforgivable! Join me and crush this ignorant evil thing into dust!"
Boom—
Rippling holy light suddenly erupted from his body, shooting straight toward Worship Hall's ceiling and illuminating Spirit City's entire night sky.
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was released, lifelike and vivid. Golden feathers drifted down alongside holy light, and in moments, he completed Martial Soul Possession.
Six golden wings unfurled behind Qian Daoliu. His expression became increasingly sacred, yet the fury in his eyes never changed.
He reached out and grasped at empty air, and an Angel Holy Sword burning with sacred flames, as though capable of purifying all evil in the world, appeared in his hand.
It was the inherited divine weapon of the Angel God—the Angel Holy Sword!
Even if his opponent were a Soul Master in the same realm, they would still burn to ashes before the Angel Holy Sword!
Qian Daoliu had already determined that the person before him was an exceptionally evil Fallen Soul Master.
The Angel Martial Soul of the Qian Clan was the greatest counter to Fallen Soul Masters, and he was even wielding the divine Angel Holy Sword at this moment!
He had no intention of testing his opponent. His opening move was a killing strike!
The other six Consecrated Elders also came to their senses. That was right, how could Senior Wushuang possibly still be alive?
This had to be an exceptionally rare Fallen Soul Master in disguise.
He dared to cause trouble in Worship Hall and use Senior Wushuang, whom they respected most, to toy with them. Courting death!
"Evil thing, surrender your life!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo, the most hot-tempered among them, roared. Terrifying Soul Power rippled outward, making the entire hall tremble.
The phantom of the Golden Crocodile King, over thirty meters long, suddenly appeared behind him, its terrifying ferocity shaking heaven and earth!
Immediately after—
The Qingluan Divine Bird let out a piercing cry that tore through the sky!
The Blazing Lion appeared amid a sea of crimson flames, raising its head to roar at the heavens!
The Guangling Divine Bow was instantly drawn to its fullest, emanating bone-chilling cold!
Two Coiling Dragon Staffs, each weighing over a thousand jin, prepared to smash down!
The seven peak Douluo powerhouses had been utterly enraged by the person before them and fallen into a frenzy!
They brought out their strongest power, determined to grind him to ashes, or else their hatred would never be appeased!
"Fuck?!" Qian Wushuang stared at the scene before him, completely dumbfounded and unable to stop himself from cursing.
This wasn't how the script was supposed to go! Shouldn't they have burst into tears upon seeing him, recognized him, and then begged for a hug?
Why had they gone all out the instant they met, intent on grinding him to ashes?!
Qian Daoliu truly deserved his title of invincible in the sky. His speed was the greatest in the world, and with the Angel Holy Sword in hand, he transformed into brilliant golden light that pierced heaven and earth.
He charged before Qian Wushuang and swung his sword fiercely, the sacred blade aimed directly at his opponent's forehead. His opening move was a killing strike!
"You lot..." Qian Wushuang cursed under his breath.
Facing seven people whose first move was a killing strike, even with his Undying Body, he had no choice but to take them seriously.
He clapped his hands together, and a vast, boundless wave of terrifying Soul Power, faintly surpassing even Qian Daoliu's, suddenly emerged, condensing an indestructible golden shield before him.
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