The Ancestor is Too Handsome (Seeking Follow-up Reads and Collections)

Yet the youth whose hand was held tightly remained upright from beginning to end, his expression calm as he slowly concluded his lesson.

"When facing all the hidden darkness and unprovoked malice in this world, endurance and retreat are futile."

"For this, there is only one thing your ancestor can teach you."

"Use an absolute fist to shatter all the gloom in the sky, all the darkness... completely!"

The instant the final word fell!

Qin Zheng took a step forward!

Boom—!!

A vast dragon roar that seemed to tear through eternity suddenly exploded across the heavens!

The supreme dragon's might that had slumbered for a thousand years erupted from Qin Zheng's body.

There was no surging torrent of soul power, no dazzling visual effects, not even the manifestation of a martial soul.

There was only an unparalleled aura that transcended heaven and earth, crushing all living beings, suddenly enveloping the entire square!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who had leaped forward and struck with all their strength, both froze. Their minds went blank in an instant.

That supreme pressure, originating from the very source of their bloodlines and standing above all living creatures, descended like an ancient divine mountain, locking down their limbs, souls, and soul power.

The two remained suspended in midair in their attacking stances, martial souls unleashed, yet their legs bent heavily against their will.

Crack!

Two dull thuds of knees hitting the ground rang out at once.

The two Titled Douluo who had shaken the Douluo Continent with their names were forced to their knees by invisible dragon's might, their heads pressed low.

The soul power throughout their bodies seemed completely frozen. They could not move in the slightest!

"What... is this power?!"

Their eyes were filled with utter horror and disbelief.

At that moment, they did not even have the qualification to raise their heads and look directly at Qin Zheng!

Their appearance was miserable beyond measure.

The entire crowd fell silent!

Every Spirit Hall disciple, deacon, and guard watching from the square had their pupils constrict as their bodies stiffened in place. The shock on their faces was nearly overflowing.

Those were two genuine Titled Douluo!

Peak experts who stood at the top of the Douluo Continent and commanded fear wherever they went!

Ordinarily, even if tens of thousands of soul masters gathered together, the two needed only release a trace of their pressure to make the entire crowd bow and tremble.

But today—

Before a youth who appeared to be no more than seventeen or eighteen, they had not even touched the edge of his robes before being crushed to their knees by an invisible force, utterly unable to resist.

Had the world gone mad?!

The dead silence lasted only a few breaths.

Then hushed whispers began to erupt in waves.

"H-Heavens! Am I seeing things? Elder Chrysanthemum and Elder Ghost were actually forced to their knees!"

"How is that possible?! They're two Titled Douluo! And they were just pressed to their knees like that? That youth didn't even summon his martial soul! What kind of monster is he?"

"It would be one thing if he were merely strong, but the crucial point is that the Second Consecrator bowed and followed beside him the entire time, with the utmost humility!"

"Just who is that youth? Could he really be an ancestor of our Spirit Hall?"

"Hard to say! But if he's an ancestor, then wouldn't the child he's holding hands with be our ancestral grandmother?!"

"..."

Whisper after whisper intertwined and collided.

Everyone's gaze remained fixed on that tall, exceptional figure in black robes.

Curiosity, awe, terror, confusion—countless emotions mingled in their eyes.

They no longer dared regard Qin Zheng as some unknown junior.

He could make a level ninety-eight Peak Douluo bow his head and instantly suppress two Titled Douluo.

That youth was far more terrifying than anyone had imagined.

At the center of the crowd.

"Ancestor... y-you..."

"You're so amazing!"

Qian Renxue stood there blankly, her small hand tightly clasped in Qin Zheng's warm palm.

The little girl was completely dumbfounded.

Her clear, pure golden eyes were wide open, and her soft pink lips parted slightly without her realizing it. She looked innocent and sweet, adorable beyond words.

Although she had long known that her ancestor's strength was unfathomable, that he far surpassed ordinary Titled Douluo, she had never imagined he was this powerful.

Those were Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo!

Yet before her ancestor, they were as insignificant as ants.

They did not even qualify to make a move before being suppressed into submission in an instant.

"Powerful?"

"Perhaps."

Qin Zheng merely smiled at her words.

He had only suppressed two ordinary Titled Douluo.

If this had been two thousand years ago, given Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's current status and soul power ranks, they would not even have been qualified to appear before him, much less threaten him.

Still, he was happy to hear such words from a child.

Whoosh!!!

A gentle breeze swept past, stirring Qin Zheng's ink-black hair.

The purple-gold patterns on his dark black dragon robe glimmered faintly.

His aura of looking down upon the world seemed innate, yet he treated her alone with tenderness.

Qian Renxue's heart began pounding uncontrollably. A faint blush spread across her little face, while her eyes glittered with tiny stars.

Her ancestor was truly far too good.

He clearly possessed supreme power capable of crushing everything.

Young, handsome, and peerless beyond compare.

Yet when everyone else had abandoned her for the so-called greater good, plotted against her, and forced her to travel far from home and endure for the rest of her life, he had still stood up for her and shielded her from every storm.

In nine-year-old Qian Renxue's heart, Qin Zheng was now the gentlest, strongest, and best person in the world.

He was even almost comparable to her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood quietly nearby, half a step behind Qin Zheng. An irrepressible smile hid within his aged eyes, while wild joy had long since erupted in his heart.

He stared fixedly at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who remained kneeling on the ground. Their faces were flushed red, veins bulging, their soul power sealed and bodies suppressed, leaving them unable to move.

Utmost humiliation filled their eyes, yet there was nothing they could do.

What a satisfying sight!

Earlier, the two had used Qian Daoliu's name to restrain him at every turn and make things difficult for him step by step. The resentment he had had nowhere to vent now completely vanished.

As expected.

With the ancestor's return, all darkness would be thoroughly swept away.

Yet he did not dare show the slightest impropriety, much less speak and disturb him. He merely restrained his emotions, followed respectfully, and faithfully observed the proper conduct of a junior.

Qin Zheng paid no mind to any of this.

The shock, awe, and secret delight of everyone around them could not enter his eyes.

He lowered his gaze to the little girl beside him, who was still lost in thought. His voice was gentle and calm, carrying a trace of indulgence. "What are you staring at? Let's go."

His soft voice pulled Qian Renxue's drifting thoughts back.

She suddenly came to her senses and nodded vigorously, her sweet, soft voice incomparably obedient.

"Okay, okay!"

As she answered, she lightly hurried after him, though her clear eyes could not help repeatedly stealing glances at the young man's profile beside her.

Qin Zheng tightened his grip around her slightly cool little hand and led her forward, preparing to walk straight toward the grand and solemn Papal Palace ahead.

Just as the two were about to leave, two roars, brimming with nearly unbearable humiliation and fury, suddenly exploded from behind them!

"Stop!!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes were bloodshot, his beard and hair bristling as his blood and qi surged through his body. The overwhelming sense of humiliation nearly swallowed him whole.

After roaming the continent for decades, he had never experienced such wretched humiliation as he had today!

If he allowed them to leave like this, how could he ever show his face in Spirit Hall again? How could he face His Holiness the Pope?

Malice also filled Ghost Douluo's cold eyes. Black mist churned wildly around him as he gritted his teeth and roared, even with his body suppressed, "Young man! Do not be so arrogant!"

"The two of us came to take her away under the Pope's personal orders, with the Great Worshipper's approval as well!"

"You may suppress us today, but do you dare disregard the Pope's authority? Do you dare defy the Great Worshipper's decree?!"

Those words struck the ground with resounding force, carrying an extreme threat.

Earlier, they had used these very words to pin Golden Crocodile Douluo down, leaving this level ninety-eight peak Douluo trapped between advance and retreat, unable to act freely.

Throughout all of Spirit Hall, no one dared openly defy the dual decrees of the Pope and the Grand Priest. This was an iron law etched into everyone's hearts!

The entire hall fell silent once more.

Everyone's gaze abruptly converged on Qin Zheng, each of them secretly speculating.

Yeah, so what if he was powerful?

In the end, he was alone.

He could not overturn Spirit Hall's highest rules, nor could he defy the will of Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu!

Hope instantly flared in the eyes of Chrysanthemum and Ghost as they knelt on the ground, even carrying a faint trace of contempt.

They refused to believe it.

Would the youth before them truly dare to openly provoke Spirit Hall's two highest authorities?!