"Clang—"
The blazing Angel Holy Sword slammed viciously into the golden shield, producing a deafening clash of metal.
Terrifying energy ripples spread outward, sweeping through the entire hall.
Qian Wushuang struggled to block Qian Daoliu's furious, all-out strike and was sent flying backward.
"Bang—"
Qian Wushuang's feet struck the White Jade Plaza, plowing two trenches more than ten meters long through the ground before he barely managed to steady himself.
"Damn—"
Qian Wushuang cursed inwardly. Those little brats had hit way too damn hard!
"Evil fiend! Where do you think you're running?! Today, I'll make sure your soul is destroyed and you regret ever coming to Spirit Hall!"
Qian Daoliu was livid. His golden hair flew through the air as the six wings behind him gave a powerful flap. Bathed in golden radiance, he led the six Consecrated Elders out of the hall in murderous pursuit.
In an instant, Spirit Hall's entire sky was shrouded in all manner of terrifying, dazzling Soul Power.
Countless immensely powerful soul skills flew wildly through the air, illuminating Spirit City as brightly as day.
In a distant corner.
"Brother! Brother! You're still eating?" Qian Renxue's face turned deathly pale as she watched the apocalyptic scene.
She snatched the sunflower seeds Qian Renheng had somehow acquired from his hand and stamped her foot anxiously.
"Grandfather and Great-Grandfather are fighting!"
"That's six Super Douluo and one Ultimate Douluo ganging up on Great-Grandfather all by himself!"
"Brother, hurry and think of something to stop them! What if Great-Grandfather gets beaten to death?"
Qian Renheng patted his hands and calmly watched the other Qian Wushuang getting beaten up in the sky.
Even if the other man was an Ultimate Douluo, he could not withstand the joint assault of another Ultimate Douluo and six Super Douluo.
Looking utterly unconcerned as he watched the show, he curled his lip. "What are you panicking for? Great-Grandfather is an Ultimate Douluo!"
"How could he die so easily? Don't worry, he won't die. Even if something unexpected happens, he can be resurrected in my Death Realm."
"Just relax, Xiao Xue. Let's keep watching the show."
"Besides, as long as Great-Grandfather reveals his Angel Martial Soul, all the misunderstandings will be resolved."
"Also, Great-Grandfather just came back to life. He needs to stretch his limbs a little, doesn't he?"
Qian Renheng smiled as he reassured her. He was not worried in the slightest; if anything, he was eager to watch the excitement.
A father beating his son? A son beating his father? Tsk, tsk, tsk. How exciting—and they were both Ultimate Douluo.
"Brother, how can you be so unconcerned?" Seeing Qian Renheng's complete indifference, Qian Renxue grew so angry that her chest heaved violently, and she plopped down on the ground.
"That's easy for you to say, but once they clear up the misunderstanding, they'll probably come looking for us—the ones who started all this."
While chaos reigned on the Worship Hall side, inside the Worship Hall located halfway up Sacred Mountain.
The current Pope, Qian Xunji, was burning the midnight oil, reviewing the mountain of documents spread across his desk with a weary expression.
Just then, terrifying energy ripples suddenly erupted, snapping the brush in his hand.
He abruptly raised his head, sensing the extremely familiar Soul Power fluctuations coming from the direction of the Worship Hall—yet mixed with fury.
"Where are Elders Chrysanthemum and Ghost?!" Qian Xunji called gravely toward the outside of the hall.
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
Before his words had even faded, two figures appeared inside the hall. They dropped to one knee and looked respectfully at Qian Xunji.
The man on the left wore a long robe embroidered with all kinds of flowers. His appearance was bewitchingly beautiful. He was none other than the ninety-fifth-level Title Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan!
The man on the right wore a pure black brocade robe. His face was sinister and gloomy. He was none other than the ninety-fifth-level Title Douluo, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei!
"Your subordinates Yue Guan and Gui Mei greet Your Holiness the Pope!"
"What is happening at the Worship Hall?" Qian Xunji fixed the two of them with a dark gaze.
His father and several uncles had lived in seclusion within the Worship Hall for years, keeping out of worldly affairs.
Under normal circumstances, given the realms of those seven men, no one on Douluo Continent could force them to fight together.
Yet such earth-shaking commotion had now erupted, and in Spirit City—the lifeblood of Spirit Hall!
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, each seeing deep shock in the other's eyes.
"Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope." Yue Guan's voice trembled. "The Great Elder and the others are fighting an unidentified, mysterious powerhouse."
"The opponent is incredibly powerful. The Soul Power fluctuations alone make the two of us shudder."
"He was even able to withstand the Great Elder and the others' combined attacks without dying. Therefore, this subordinate boldly speculates that the intruder is very likely an Ultimate Douluo!"
"An Ultimate Douluo?" Qian Xunji frowned at those words, his pupils abruptly contracting as he quickly realized the gravity of the situation.
There were only three Ultimate Douluo in the present age: Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen, and Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi—the three ultimate powerhouses, the three invincibles!
When had this new Ultimate Douluo appeared? And how did he dare charge into the Worship Hall alone?
"This man must bear a deep grudge against Spirit Hall. We absolutely cannot let him live!"
"Pass down the Pope's decree!" Qian Xunji suddenly rose to his feet, his expression solemn. "Sound the highest alarm!"
"Gather Elders Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Ling Yuan, Pufferfish, and Snake Lance. Accompany me to reinforce the Worship Hall and kill this scoundrel!"
"Understood!"
Shortly afterward, several streaks of light soared into the sky. Led by Qian Xunji, Spirit Hall's seven great elders—Chrysanthemum, Ghost, Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Ling Yuan, Pufferfish, and Snake Lance—fully armed and brimming with killing intent, raced toward the Worship Hall!
Meanwhile, at the White Jade Plaza of the Worship Hall.
"Impossible... This is impossible... This is actually an Angel Martial Soul, a pure Angel Martial Soul!"
Qian Daoliu held the Angel Holy Sword. The murderous aura around him suddenly vanished as he stared fixedly at the disheveled figure before him, whom he had just struck from the sky with one sword.
Just moments ago, after growing thoroughly fed up with being besieged by Qian Daoliu and the others, Qian Wushuang had finally lost his patience and released his Martial Soul.
Seven against one? These youngsters were bullying an old senior like him. They had absolutely no martial virtue!
Sacred light, equally pure to the extreme and even more vast than the Martial Soul Qian Daoliu had released, soared into the heavens.
Six wings slowly unfurled behind Qian Wushuang.
At that moment, the resonance of the Six-Winged Angel bloodline, buried deep in his bones, swept through Qian Daoliu like a roaring tsunami.
Appearances could be disguised. Martial Souls could be disguised. Auras could be disguised. Even Soul Power Levels could be disguised.
But the Angel bloodline resonance unique to their Qian Clan could never be faked.
In other words, the man before him was his biological father, Angel Douluo Qian Wushuang!
"Liu'er... You really hit hard!" Qian Wushuang complained resentfully as he patted the dust from his body.
No matter how powerful he was, he was only an Ultimate Douluo, not a god!
Enduring the siege of one Ultimate Douluo and six Super Douluo for so long without using his Martial Soul had truly been exhausting!
Especially Qian Daoliu, that bastard. Wielding the Angel Holy Sword and using the Angel Sword Technique so skillfully, he had nearly run him through with a single strike just after his resurrection!
"Very well! Your dad had just come back to life, just returned, and wanted to give you a surprise. But what did you do?"
"You damn brat wouldn't even call me Dad one more time!"
"You sure are capable, bringing six Super Douluo with you and immediately giving me a beating! You nearly sent me right back!"
"And you kept shouting what? That you'd grind your own father's bones to dust? Your wings have gotten stiff, huh?" The more Qian Wushuang spoke, the angrier he became. He wanted nothing more than to rush over and kick Qian Daoliu in the chest!
"And you lot!" Qian Wushuang looked at the six Consecrated Elders standing far away like children who had made a mistake.
"You think I wasn't talking about you because I only mentioned him? Golden Crocodile, impressive. That crocodile tail sweep of yours—what, were you trying to whip me to death?"
He had never expected Liu'er, who used to be so adorable, to become so impossible to tease after growing into an old man.
He had unleashed his ultimate move right away, and done so alongside six Super Douluo, without even giving him time to explain.
Now all of Spirit City knew that Spirit Hall had been invaded tonight, with soul skills flying everywhere.
"Father, I..."
Qian Daoliu had no way to explain his suffering. So he had just led six brothers in nearly sending his newly resurrected father back to the grave?
What kind of nonsense was this? And how had his father come back to life? Why had he not told him about it?
He had simply appeared before him out of nowhere?
And in the middle of the night, at that! Anyone who saw their dead father suddenly appear before them would suspect he was some evil fiend, wouldn't they?
It was not his fault. Who told his father not to say anything?
And how exactly had his father come back to life? He needed to get to the bottom of this.
"Um... Senior Wushuang!"
Just as Qian Wushuang single-handedly lectured one Ultimate Douluo and six Super Douluo, making the atmosphere so awkward it could dig out a three-bedroom apartment.
Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo rubbed his hands together and smoothly slid forward, arriving before Qian Wushuang with agility utterly at odds with his burly build.
The sight made Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue, watching from afar, find it incredibly hilarious.
Who would have thought their hot-tempered Second Grandfather, who was always so stern, had such an... adorable side?
"Is that... really our Second Grandfather?" Qian Renxue blinked in astonishment.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Qian Renheng admired the scene before him and marveled at it.
If he had a phone, he would absolutely record this. Who could have imagined that Golden Crocodile, with those thick brows and big eyes, could be so ridiculous?
"Brother, should we go over now?" Qian Renxue grabbed Qian Renheng's arm.
"What's the rush?" Qian Renheng said casually. "Let's watch a little longer. There might be something even more entertaining."
"Senior Wushuang, this is truly a case of flooding the Dragon King Temple. We've offended one of our own. Please forgive us, please forgive us."
Golden Crocodile Douluo apologized with a smile while unhesitatingly pointing at the still-dazed Qian Daoliu.
"Senior Wushuang, if you're still angry, please don't blame us. Blame Big Brother instead!"
"He was the one who insisted that you were an evil fiend and forced us to attack!"
"He's the Great Elder. We're humble and insignificant, so we had no choice but to listen to him. We had no choice but to submit to Big Brother's tyranny."
Golden Crocodile Douluo smiled apologetically as he kneaded Qian Wushuang's shoulders and pounded his back, looking utterly absurd.
The two siblings peeking out from afar saw this and desperately suppressed their laughter, afraid someone would discover them hiding there.
"Hahaha!" Qian Renheng nearly laughed himself to tears. "When it came to fighting, it was all brotherly loyalty. When giving statements, it was all Big Brother's fault. Second Grandfather really is ahead of the times."
"Exactly, exactly!"
Azure Luan, Xiongshi, Guangling, Qian Jun, and Jiang Mo—the five Consecrated Elders—immediately caught on as well.
They denounced Qian Daoliu as eagerly as chicks pecking at grain. In any case, all the blame belonged to Qian Daoliu; they were all good boys.
"Senior Wushuang, you know us. Our admiration for you is as boundless and unending as a mighty river!"
"Yes, yes, Senior Wushuang. If Big Brother had not used his status to pressure us, even if we failed to recognize you, we would never have dared attack you."
"It's all Big Brother's fault. If he had not said you were an evil fiend, this junior would have knelt before you immediately."
The six old men, whose combined ages totaled nearly several hundred years, passed the blame with astonishing fluidity and righteous conviction.
We did nothing wrong. Big Brother was at fault. He used his status as Great Elder to pressure us, so we had no choice but to obey. Senior, you are this junior's idol. Is this spot sore? Let this junior massage it for you.
The six Consecrated Elders spoke such things without even knowing what integrity was.
Integrity? Could integrity keep them from getting beaten up?
"You..." Qian Daoliu finally came back to his senses. Seeing his utterly shameless brothers, the corners of his mouth twitched violently. So I was the sucker?
"You lot. Usually, you're so arrogant, acting as if you're the biggest things under heaven and treating everyone else like mere prey."
"Why are you all so cowardly when you meet my father?" Qian Daoliu shook his head with a bitter smile, though a hint of amusement lingered on his lips.
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
At that moment, sharp sounds of rushing wind rang out, and eight figures arrived before the Worship Hall.
Qian Xunji, leading seven murderous Title Douluo, finally descended upon the Worship Hall plaza like divine soldiers falling from the heavens.
Yet the scene before him left him somewhat bewildered. The Worship Hall had not collapsed, but a huge crater had appeared in the White Jade Plaza.
At the edge of the crater, a very unfamiliar middle-aged man sat atop a broken stone.
His father, an Ultimate Douluo, was being scolded by the stranger, while his six Consecrated Elder uncles were either pounding the man's back or kneading his shoulders. The scene was utterly bizarre!
They looked like... that feeling... just like when he had made a mistake and faced his father back then.
"Father..."
Qian Xunji slowly approached Qian Daoliu, gave him a slight bow, and asked, "What exactly is going on here...?"
Upon hearing Qian Xunji's voice, Qian Daoliu immediately resumed his usual dignified, unfathomable bearing.
He swept his gaze across the elders led by Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, then waved a hand. "It's nothing. Have them return first. There is no danger here."
Qian Xunji looked toward the golden-haired middle-aged man. Though his heart was filled with questions, he could only obey respectfully. "Yes, Father."
"You may all return. The Worship Hall is safe. Lift the lockdown on Spirit City immediately, and release word that this was..."
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"
The seven great elders flew away. Though their hearts were filled with doubts, they could only swallow them down.
Even the Great Elder had acted like that... This man's identity and background must be extraordinary, far beyond what they could inquire about.
After the seven great elders departed, Qian Xunji remained. He watched his formerly proud and arrogant uncles regard the golden-haired middle-aged man with heartfelt reverence, even fawning over him.
He grew increasingly curious about the man's identity and origins. Who exactly was he, to command such respect from his father and six uncles?
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