Something's Wrong, There's Killing Intent! Sister, Let's Go Quickly, This Old Man Wants to Settle Scores!

"So, Ji'er!" Qian Wushuang ignored Qian Daoliu's little bout of temper. "You had two fine children."

"In my view, the future of our Spirit Hall..." As he spoke, his gaze swept over Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, and the six great worshippers.

He shook his head slightly and said, "Whether our Spirit Hall can rise another step beyond its current peak will depend on this brother and sister!"

Beside him, Golden Crocodile Douluo snapped back to his senses, a flame called fanaticism flickering in his aged eyes.

"So that's it, Senior Wushuang. Since Little Heng's martial soul has this heaven-defying ability to resurrect the dead..."

"Doesn't that mean, as long as Little Heng is willing, if he takes a stroll through Douluo Hall, he can bring those seniors..."

"He cannot!" Before Golden Crocodile Douluo could even finish, Qian Wushuang cut him off mercilessly.

He shook his head helplessly, directly dousing the crowd's mad idea of resurrecting peerless Douluo in batches.

Back then, he seemed to have had the same thought too. He had even wanted to form an army of peerless Douluo.

"Little Heng's martial soul ability is indeed heaven-defying and can resurrect the dead, but its restrictions are also extremely great."

"The number of people he can resurrect is tied to his soul power rank. In other words, even if he cultivates to rank ninety-nine as a peerless Douluo, he can resurrect nine people at most!"

"And the prerequisite for resurrection is that the corpse and bones must be complete."

"If there were no restrictions on an ability like this, then our Spirit Hall could dominate the continent tomorrow!"

Hearing these two restrictions, everyone felt a little disappointed, but they also thought it was reasonable.

The more powerful an ability was, the greater its restrictions would be.

Even so, the strategic value of the Death Angel martial soul already far surpassed that of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul!

No matter how strong the Six-Winged Angel martial soul was, it only possessed the three attributes of sacredness, light, and flame.

Its innate restraint against evil martial souls merely made it a super-soldier who was extremely good at fighting.

But what about the Death Angel martial soul? Not only did it have the dual attributes of death and destruction, it was also a genuine resurrection token!

Once Little Heng became a Titled Douluo, he alone would represent the combat power of ten Titled Douluo. Just thinking about it was terrifying!

"Hiss—" Qian Xunji sucked in a breath of cold air. "Little Heng's first martial soul is already this heaven-defying."

"Then doesn't that mean his second martial soul, the Life Angel, has a similarly terrifying ability?!"

Just as everyone was immersed in imagining a beautiful blueprint for the future, Qian Daoliu gave a cold snort.

"Such an important, top-secret matter, one that could overturn the entire continent's current structure, and those two little ancestors actually dared hide it from all of us?!"

"They even went and did it in secret themselves. We really have spoiled them too much on ordinary days. They're simply lawless!"

"If this old man catches them now, I'll beat their backsides blooming!"

At the same time, in a dark corner.

Qian Renheng, who was hiding there with his ears perked up to eavesdrop and enjoy the show while he was at it, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Although they were too far away for him to hear completely what they were saying, his sharp intuition was frantically warning him.

Not good. There's killing intent! Qian Renheng's heart lurched, and he inwardly cried that things were bad. This old man was planning to settle accounts after the fact!

Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was best.

He made a prompt decision and grabbed Qian Renxue's arm beside him. "Little Xue, run! This old man is probably going to settle accounts with us!"

The two siblings hunched their backs, their movements incredibly practiced, like two little cats with guilty consciences after stealing something.

The two of them tried to slip away along the edge of the square.

However, daring to play hide-and-seek in front of this rank ninety-nine peerless Douluo? That was like showing off a broadsword in front of Guan Yu!

The two had only walked less than ten meters when Qian Daoliu drifted down behind them like a ghost.

"You two little ancestors, not sleeping in the middle of the night—where are you planning to wander off to?!"

At some point, Qian Daoliu had already teleported behind the two of them.

Like an eagle catching chicks, he lifted one in each hand. It happened so suddenly that they did not even have room to struggle.

Qian Renheng was like a kitten being held by the scruff of the neck. He turned his head with extreme stiffness and met Qian Daoliu's old face, calm as an ancient well yet tinged with a bone-chilling cold.

He could only force an ugly fake smile and say brightly, "Morning, Grandpa? Have you eaten?"

"What a coincidence. I never thought we'd run into you out for a walk here so late."

"Hahahaha, I knew it. No wonder the moon was so round tonight. If there's nothing else, my little sister and I will head back to sleep now, okay?"

"It is quite the coincidence!" Qian Daoliu's expression was solemn, as if frost could be scraped off his face by the ounce. "You two are capable, aren't you!"

"You sneaked out by yourselves in the middle of the night, dug up your great-grandfather and resurrected him, and didn't even think to inform me beforehand!"

"You caused such a huge mess. What now? Is your skin itching? Looking for a beating, are you?! Tell me how I should punish you!"

Seeing that disaster was about to befall the two siblings, Qian Renxue very loyally threw back her head and shouted, "Waaah—Great-Grandfather, save us! Murder!"

She practically used all the strength she had, sending a distress signal toward Qian Wushuang in the distance.

"Great-Grandfather! Hurry and do something about Grandpa!"

"You wouldn't want to see your most adorable, most well-behaved great-grandchildren get beaten the moment you've just been revived, would you?"

"Waaah—Great-Grandfather, please save Xiaoxue and Big Brother! Xiaoxue doesn't want to get beaten, waaah—"

"Whoosh—"

The moment Qian Renxue finished speaking, Qian Daoliu only felt a blur flash before his eyes. Then his hands were empty.

A force he could not resist at all had forcibly snatched the two children straight out of the hands of him, a peerless Douluo.

"Hahahaha! Of course!"

Laughing loudly, Qian Wushuang returned to his original seat and continued enjoying the shoulder kneading and back pounding of the six great worshipers.

His right arm held Qian Renxue, who was pretending to wipe her tears, while his left arm held Qian Renheng, who had just escaped disaster.

He was like a god descending to earth, rescuing them from a sea of fire, as if he were their guardian deity!

"As their great-grandfather, how could I just stand by and watch my good little grandchildren, who have rendered unprecedented merit for our Spirit Hall, get beaten!"

Having finished shielding his own, Qian Wushuang instantly turned hostile.

A moment ago, he had still been a kindly old grandfather. Now, as he looked at Qian Daoliu, who stood frozen in place empty-handed, his tone carried a threatening edge.

"Liu'er, what were you planning to do to my two great-grandchildren?"

Qian Wushuang narrowed his eyes and sneered again and again. "What's this? Was it not enough that you brought six worshipers and kicked these old bones of mine around like a ball?"

"Your temper's really grown, Qian Daoliu. What, after beating this old man, you were even planning to beat this old man's great-grandchildren too?"

The enormous charges of "betraying one's teacher and ancestors" and "child abuse" dropped straight from the sky, landing squarely on Qian Daoliu's head.

"Father... I... I..." Qian Daoliu was left somewhat at a loss by Qian Wushuang's utterly unreasonable, twisted logic.

He immediately put on a smiling face faster than one could flip a page and waved his hands repeatedly. "How could that be, Father?"

"What are you saying? How would your son dare make you angry? It's just that children can't be spoiled!"

"Didn't you teach your son the same way back then? Your son is doing this for their own good too."

"Think about it. If the two of them hadn't kept it from me, we wouldn't have started fighting the moment we met."

"Rules can't be broken. Proper punishment and education are still necessary, otherwise they'll become completely lawless." Qian Daoliu tried to save face by reasoning with him.

"Rules? Punishment?" Heh, didn't you know the older someone got, the less reasonable they became?

Qian Wushuang widened his eyes. "Here, my rules are the rules. Even if these two little ones committed some terrible mistake, this old man should be the one to punish them!"

"Who do you think you are? Is there any place here for a junior like you to speak? Shut your mouth for this old man!"