Not Dad? You should have said so earlier, we wouldn't have hit you then.

"Clang—"

The flaming Angelic Holy Sword stabbed viciously into the golden shield, and an earsplitting clash of metal rang out at once.

Terrifying energy fluctuations spread in every direction, sweeping through the entire hall.

Qian Wushuang fought with all his strength to withstand Qian Daoliu's furious, supreme strike, and his whole body was sent flying backward.

"Boom—"

Qian Wushuang's feet hit the white-jade plaza, plowing two trenches more than ten meters long into the ground before he barely managed to steady himself.

"Fuck—"

Qian Wushuang cursed inwardly on the spot. These damn brats were seriously ruthless!

"Evil wretch! Where do you think you're running?! Today I'll make sure your soul is destroyed, until you regret ever coming to Spirit Hall!"

Qian Daoliu was so furious his hair seemed to stand on end, his golden hair dancing in the air. The six wings on his back suddenly shook, carrying a sky full of golden radiance as he led the six great consecrators charging out from the palace with murderous momentum.

In an instant, the entire sky above Spirit Hall was shrouded in all kinds of terrifying and dazzling soul-power radiance.

All sorts of overwhelmingly powerful soul skills flew wildly through the air, lighting up Spirit City as if it were broad daylight.

In a distant corner.

"Brother! Brother! You're still eating?!" Qian Renxue looked at the apocalyptic scene, her little face turning deathly pale with fright.

She snatched the sunflower seeds Qian Renheng had produced from who knew where out of his hand, so anxious she stamped her feet.

"Grandpa and Great-Grandfather are fighting!"

"That's six Super Douluo and one Peerless Douluo ganging up on Great-Grandfather all by himself!"

"Brother, hurry up and think of something to stop them! What if Great-Grandfather gets beaten to death?"

Hearing this, Qian Renheng clapped his hands off and looked calmly at the other Qian Wushuang, who was currently getting beaten up in the sky.

Even if the man was a Peerless Douluo, he still could not withstand being besieged by another Peerless Douluo leading six Super Douluo.

Looking entirely like someone enjoying the chaos and wishing it would get even bigger, he curled his lip and said, "What are you panicking for? Great-Grandfather is a Peerless Douluo!"

"How could he die that easily? Don't worry, he won't die. Even if something unexpected happens, he can revive inside my Death Realm."

"Relax, Little Xue. Let's keep watching the show."

"Besides, as long as Great-Grandfather reveals his Angel martial soul, the whole misunderstanding will resolve itself."

"And anyway, Great-Grandfather has only just revived. He needs to stretch his muscles a little, don't you think?"

Qian Renheng smiled as he comforted her. He was not worried at all; in fact, he was watching with the mindset of someone here for the spectacle.

A father beating his son? A son beating his father? Tsk, tsk, tsk. How thrilling—and both of them were Peerless Douluo, too.

"Brother, how can you not be anxious at all?" Qian Renxue looked at the utterly unconcerned Qian Renheng, so angry her chest heaved violently before she sat straight down on the ground.

"That's easy for you to say. Once their misunderstanding is cleared up, I'm afraid they'll come looking for us, the ones who started all this."

While the battle at the Consecration Hall was raging fiercely, inside the Pope's Palace halfway up the divine mountain.

The current Pope, Qian Xunji, was burning the midnight oil, reviewing the dazzling array of documents on his desk, weariness showing on his face.

Just then, a terrifying energy fluctuation erupted without warning, shaking so hard that the brush in his hand snapped outright.

He abruptly raised his head, sensing the extremely familiar soul-power fluctuations coming from the direction of the Consecration Hall—only now they were mixed with anger.

"Elders Chrysanthemum and Ghost, where are you?!" Qian Xunji called in a deep voice toward the outside of the great hall.

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

Before his words had even fallen, two figures appeared inside the hall. They dropped to one knee, respectfully looking toward Qian Xunji.

The person on the left wore a long robe embroidered with all kinds of flowers and had an enchanting appearance. It was none other than the rank ninety-five Titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan!

The person on the right wore a pure-black brocade robe and had a sinister face. It was none other than the rank ninety-five Titled Douluo, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei!

"Your subordinates Yue Guan and Gui Mei greet Your Holiness!"

"What is happening over at the Consecration Hall?" Qian Xunji stared at the two of them with a heavy gaze.

His father and several uncles had lived in seclusion for years, ignoring worldly affairs and remaining in the Consecration Hall.

Logically speaking, with the realms of those seven, there should be no one on the Douluo Continent capable of forcing them to act together.

And yet now such an earth-shattering commotion had erupted, and it was in Spirit City—the lifeblood of their Spirit Hall!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, and each could see deep horror in the other's eyes.

"Reporting to Your Holiness," Yue Guan said in a trembling voice, "the Grand Consecrator and the others are currently fighting a mysterious powerhouse of unknown origin."

"The other party's strength is terrifying. Just the fluctuations of his soul power alone make the two of us shudder."

"He can even withstand the joint attacks of the Grand Consecrator and the others without dying. Therefore, this subordinate boldly guesses that the intruder is very likely a Peerless Douluo!"

"A Peerless Douluo?" Qian Xunji frowned at this, his pupils abruptly contracting, and he quickly realized the severity of the matter.

In the present era, the continent had only three peerless Douluo: Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen, and Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi. Three great peerless ones, three great invincibles!

Where had this new peerless Douluo suddenly come from? And he even dared to charge into the Worship Hall alone?

"This man definitely bears a deep blood feud with our Spirit Hall. We absolutely cannot let him live!"

"Transmit the Pope's decree!" Qian Xunji abruptly rose to his feet and said with a grave expression, "Sound the highest alarm!"

"Summon the five elders Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Spirit Kite, Pufferfish, and Snake Spear. Follow this Pope to reinforce the Worship Hall and kill this villain!"

"As you command!"

A short while later, several streaks of light shot into the sky. With Qian Xunji at the lead, the seven great elders of Spirit Hall—Chrysanthemum, Ghost, Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Spirit Kite, Pufferfish, and Snake Spear—were fully armed and brimming with killing intent as they charged straight for the Worship Hall!

At the same time, in the white jade plaza of the Worship Hall.

"Impossible... This is impossible... This is actually the angel martial soul, a pure angel martial soul!"

Qian Daoliu held the Angel Sacred Sword in his hand, his originally murderous aura suddenly vanishing completely as he stared fixedly at the wretched figure before him, the one he had just struck down from the sky with a single sword blow.

Just moments ago, Qian Wushuang, who had been driven beyond endurance by the joint assault of Qian Daoliu and the others, had finally been unable to hold back and released his martial soul.

Damn it, seven against one? These youngsters were bullying an old senior like him. They had no martial virtue at all!

A sacred light, just as pure to the extreme and even somewhat vaster than the martial soul Qian Daoliu had released, soared into the sky.

Six wings slowly unfurled behind Qian Wushuang.

At that moment, the resonance of the seraph bloodline planted deep within their very marrow swept through Qian Daoliu's entire body like a roaring mountain and surging sea.

Appearance could be disguised, martial souls could be disguised, auras could be disguised, and soul power levels could be disguised.

But in this world, the resonance of the angel bloodline unique to their Qian family could not be faked.

In other words, the man before him was his biological father, Angel Douluo Qian Wushuang!

"Liu'er... you people really strike hard!" Qian Wushuang patted the dust off himself with a resentful look, cutting a sorry figure as he spoke.

No matter how strong he was, he was still only a peerless Douluo, not a god!

Enduring the joint assault of one peerless and six super Douluo—seven people in total—without using his martial soul, and holding on for that long, had truly been somewhat strenuous!

Especially Qian Daoliu, that beast. He had been wielding the Angel Sacred Sword with practiced angel sword techniques. Qian Wushuang had only just been revived, and that sword had nearly pierced him to death!

"Very good! Your father had only just been revived, had only just come back, and wanted to give you a surprise, but look at you!"

"You damn brat weren't even willing to call me Father one more time!"

"Impressive, aren't you? You brought six super Douluo and started hacking at me the moment you came up, nearly sending me back again!"

"And what did you keep saying? That you wanted to grind your father's bones and scatter my ashes? Your wings have gotten stiff, have they?" The more Qian Wushuang spoke, the angrier he became, so angry he wanted nothing more than to go up and kick him right in the chest!

"And you lot too!" Qian Wushuang looked at the six worshipers hiding far away like children who had done something wrong.

"You thought I was talking about him and not you? Golden Crocodile, very impressive. That crocodile tail whip of yours—what, were you trying to swat me to death?"

He had never expected that his once so adorable Liu'er would become so unable to take a joke after turning into an old man.

He had opened with a big move right away, and even brought six super Douluo along to unleash big moves together, not even giving him time to explain.

Great. Now everyone in Spirit City knew that Spirit Hall had been invaded tonight, with soul skills flying all over the sky.

"Father, I..."

Qian Daoliu truly had grievances he could not voice. So just now, he had brought six brothers and nearly sent his newly revived father back again?

What kind of nonsense was this? And how had his old man come back to life? If he had revived, why had he not sent word first?

He had just appeared stiffly in front of him like that?

And in the middle of the night, too. Anyone who saw their already-dead father appear before them would suspect it was some evil spirit, right?

The fault was not his. Who told his old man not to say anything?

Also, how exactly had his old man revived? This matter had to be asked about clearly.

"Well... Senior Wushuang!"

Just as Qian Wushuang was single-handedly scolding one peerless powerhouse and six super Douluo, and the atmosphere had grown so awkward one could scrape out a whole three-bedroom apartment with it...

Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo rubbed his hands together and slid forward with an extremely smooth sidestep, arriving before Qian Wushuang at an agile speed completely at odds with his burly physique.

Seeing this from afar, Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue immediately found it incredibly comical.

They had never expected that Second Grandpa, who had such a fiery temper and was always so stern, would actually have... such an adorable side?

"Is this... really our Second Grandpa?" Qian Renxue blinked and said in surprise.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Qian Renheng admired the scene before him, clicking his tongue in wonder.

If he had a phone, he absolutely would have recorded this. Who could have imagined that Golden Crocodile, with those thick brows and big eyes, would be so ridiculous?

"Brother, should we go over now?" Qian Renxue asked, clutching Qian Renheng's arm.

"What's the rush?" Qian Renheng said calmly. "Let's watch a little longer. There might be something even more amusing."

"Senior Wushuang, this really is the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. I truly offended you just now, truly offended you."

Over here, Golden Crocodile Douluo forced a smile while pointing without the slightest hesitation at Qian Daoliu, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Senior Wushuang, if you're angry, please don't blame us. If you're going to blame anyone, blame Big Brother!"

"Just now, he was the one who swore up and down that you were an evil spirit, and he was the one who insisted on forcing us to attack!"

"He's the Grand Worship. We're lowly and our words carry no weight. We couldn't disobey him. Under Big Brother's tyranny, we had no choice but to comply."

Golden Crocodile Douluo kept smiling apologetically as he kneaded Qian Wushuang's shoulders and pounded his back, looking utterly ridiculous.

The brother and sister secretly peeking out from afar saw this scene and desperately held back their laughter, afraid someone would discover they were hiding there.

"Hahahaha!" Qian Renheng almost laughed until tears came out. "When it's time to fight, it's all brotherhood; when it's time to testify, it's all Brother's name. Second Grandpa really is ahead of the meta."

"Exactly, exactly!"

Qingluan, Xiongshi, Guangling, Qianjun, and the two brothers Jiangmo, the five Worships, instantly understood as well.

Like chicks pecking grain, they all began accusing Qian Daoliu. The blame was Qian Daoliu's anyway; they were all good little babies.

"Senior Wushuang, you know us. Our admiration for you is like an endless surging river!"

"That's right, that's right, Senior Wushuang. If Big Brother hadn't relied on his status to pressure us, even if we failed to recognize you, we would never have dared lay a hand on you."

"It's all Big Brother's fault. If Big Brother hadn't said you were an evil spirit, this junior would have knelt to you on the spot."

Six old men whose combined ages were close to several hundred were now shifting the blame with such smooth, righteous conviction that it was almost art.

We did nothing wrong. The one at fault was Big Brother. He used his status as Grand Worship to pressure us, so we had no choice but to obey. Senior, you are this junior's idol. Senior, are you sore here? This junior will knead it for you.

The six Worships said things like that without the slightest idea of what shame was.

Shame? Could shame keep them from getting beaten?

"You..." Qian Daoliu finally came back to his senses. Seeing this pack of shameless brothers, the corner of his mouth twitched wildly. So I'm the scapegoat?

"You lot. Usually, you're so arrogant you act like heaven and earth are beneath you, and everyone you look at may as well be a head on a pike for sale."

"Why do you become such cowards the moment you see my father?" Qian Daoliu shook his head with a wry smile, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

Just then, sharp sounds of air being torn apart rang out one after another as eight figures arrived in front of the Worship Hall.

Qian Xunji, leading seven murderous Titled Douluo, finally descended upon the plaza before the Worship Hall like divine soldiers from the heavens.

Only, the scene before him left him somewhat bewildered. The Worship Hall had not collapsed, but a massive pit had appeared in the white jade plaza.

And at the edge of that pit, sitting on a piece of rubble, was an extremely unfamiliar middle-aged man.

His father, that peerless Douluo, was being lectured by this stranger, while his six Worship uncles were either pounding the man's back or kneading his shoulders. The whole scene felt bizarrely disjointed.

They looked like... that feeling... like him back when he had made a mistake and had to face his father.

"Father..."

Qian Xunji slowly came to Qian Daoliu's side, gave him a slight bow, and asked, "What exactly is going on here...?"

When Qian Daoliu heard Qian Xunji's voice, he instantly recovered his usual calm, imposing dignity.

He swept a faint glance over the elders led by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, waved his hand, and said, "It's nothing. Have them return first. Everything is fine here."

Hearing this, Qian Xunji looked at the blond middle-aged man. Though his heart was full of questions, he could only respectfully obey. "Yes, Father."

"All of you, return. The Worship Hall is fine. Lift the lockdown on Spirit City at once, and send out word that this was..."

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

The seven great elders flew away. Though their hearts were full of doubts, they could only swallow them down.

Since even the Grand Worship was acting like that... this person's identity and background had to be unimaginably great, not something they were qualified to inquire about.

After the seven great elders left, Qian Xunji remained behind. He looked at the uncles who had once been so arrogant, now treating that blond middle-aged man with heartfelt awe, even fawning over him.

His curiosity about this man's identity and origins only grew stronger. Just who was he? To make his father and six uncles respect him so deeply?