Fifth Brother Admits Defeat, Qian Daoliu Nears Collapse

The Fire Dragon King explained with great seriousness.

"Your Flame Phoenix Sword surpasses virtually every fire-element martial soul. Unless some heaven-defying person with a Fire Dragon King martial soul appears to suppress you, there's no counter to it."

After solving so many difficult problems in succession, his strength had already risen considerably.

If he were this kid's teacher, heh heh heh... Hearing him call him Teacher would feel incredible. And with that cool, aloof temperament of his, training him would definitely be a thrill.

All of this had changed because of that idiot, the Ice Dragon King. Now she was merely a servant.

What was there to discuss?

"Anyway, that's how things are now. Just let nature take its course."

The Ice Dragon King clicked her tongue.

"When you're alive, you shouldn't just let nature take its course. If someone pisses you off, beat them up. Look at me—I don't like the Fire Dragon King..."

Before she could finish, a snowball condensed in the Ice Dragon King's palm. Smack! It struck the Fire Dragon King squarely in the face.

"Ice Dragon King!" The Fire Dragon King opened her mouth and spewed flames. "You're courting death!"

Jiang Qingyu covered his forehead helplessly.

Just as the two were about to start fighting, Jiang Qingyu spoke. "Both of you, return to the sea of consciousness."

In an instant, the two immediately turned into points of light and returned to the sea of consciousness.

Jiang Qingyu sighed helplessly. "Neither of you gives me any peace of mind."

It seemed these two Dragon Kings simply could not get along.

Like water and fire.

Meanwhile, Guang Ling and Qingluan's battle between real men on the Soul Fighting Arena had already reached its end.

"Qingluan, you bastard! You actually dared to hit my face! Aren't you just giving Little Qingyu something to laugh at me for?"

Guang Ling Douluo was beside himself with rage. He rubbed his reddened cheek and glared at Qingluan.

Qingluan Douluo chuckled. "Can't be helped. Who told you that you were inferior? And you wanted me to call you Third Brother? Dream on."

"A man may be killed, but never humiliated!"

Guang Ling Douluo unleashed the Guang Ling Divine Art. His fingers drew back an invisible bowstring, aimed at Qingluan, and swiftly fired an arrow of light.

"Lashing out in frustration now?"

Qingluan Douluo stood where he was, maintaining his stance as he threw a punch. The arrow of light shattered instantly.

Guang Ling's light arrow broke apart inch by inch beneath the force of the punch.

Qingluan Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, a teasing smile curling at his lips.

"Fifth Brother, it's time for me to give you the final blow."

You shoot arrows at me every day. It's about time I made a move.

A clear phoenix cry suddenly rang across the entire Soul Fighting Arena. The phantom of the Qingluan Divine Bird solidified behind him. As its wings spread, invisible sound waves expanded outward in rings.

The piercing cry stabbed straight at the soul. Guang Ling Douluo's expression changed drastically as he clapped both hands tightly over his ears. It felt as though countless needles had drilled into his head, making it buzz relentlessly.

He gritted his teeth and tried to endure, but the second wave of sound followed immediately after, shaking his soul until it trembled and causing his vision to darken.

"Third Brother! Stop it! You're going to make me pass out!"

Guang Ling Douluo finally could not withstand it any longer and shouted hoarsely.

The sound waves abruptly withdrew, and Qingluan's phantom slowly dissipated as well.

Qingluan Douluo raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.

"Don't you want me to call you Third Brother now?"

"I don't, I don't."

Guang Ling rubbed his throbbing temples and waved a hand irritably. The red mark on his cheek had yet to fade, and his heart was full of frustration. If this guy's strength had not suddenly increased so much, how could he have lost so quickly?

Qingluan withdrew his martial soul and slowly walked over to him.

"Good. At least you know what's good for you."

Guang Ling rolled his eyes and stubbornly said, "Relying on Little Qingyu to improve your strength—what kind of real ability is that?"

"Aren't you doing the same?" Qingluan sneered, raising an eyebrow at him. "So only you can use Qingyu's immortal herbs, but if I use them, it counts as an unfair victory? What kind of logic is that?"

"That's different." Guang Ling snorted softly, lifting his chin with an entirely justified expression. "Little Qingyu and I are close."

"You say that as if I'm not." Qingluan shook his head, his tone tinged with mockery. "Stop flattering yourself."

As the two bickered, an imposing figure slowly descended from midair. It was none other than the Grand Consecration, Qian Daoliu.

He swept his gaze over the lingering energy ripples on the Soul Fighting Arena and spoke in a grave voice.

"Third Brother, Fifth Brother, what are you doing? Fighting so fiercely on the Soul Fighting Arena—what kind of behavior is this?"

Just as Guang Ling was about to complain, Qian Daoliu's gaze abruptly fixed on Qingluan Douluo. His expression instantly turned solemn.

He carefully sensed the fluctuations of Qingluan's aura. His pupils contracted slightly, and his tone was full of disbelief.

"Third Brother, you broke through?"

Qingluan put away his smile and nodded slightly.

"Reporting to Grand Consecration, I did indeed break through not long ago."

Qian Daoliu was shocked. He knew better than anyone how many years Qingluan had been stuck at his current realm. He had thought a breakthrough was impossible, yet Qingluan had suddenly advanced at this time.

He almost immediately thought of Jiang Qingyu. Guang Ling's earlier increase in strength had been inseparable from that youth, and now even Third Brother... Qingyu's methods were far more unfathomable than he had imagined.

He suppressed the stormy waves in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Come with me into the hall. Tell me in detail why you broke through."

Afterward, the three entered the Consecration Hall.

Qingluan Douluo explained the entire sequence of events.

"You broke through to rank ninety-eight, and even awakened a domain!"

Qian Daoliu felt a wave of dizziness and nearly lost his footing.

"Big Brother!"

Qingluan and Guang Ling hurriedly supported Qian Daoliu. "Big Brother, aren't you getting a little too excited?"

"What do you two know? The two of you each advancing one rank is an enormous leap for Spirit Hall!" Qian Daoliu steadied himself, speaking with great excitement. "If Guang Ling can gain further insight and break through as well, we'll have two Ultimate Douluo at once."

To Qian Daoliu, this was tremendous news.

"Of course, I have seen everything Jiang Qingyu has done."

"The date for inheriting the position of Holy Son has already been set. It must be celebrated on a grand scale, and people from every force across the continent must be invited."

"We'll follow Big Brother's arrangements." Guang Ling Douluo and Qingluan Douluo released Qian Daoliu.

For Qian Daoliu, two Consecrations each advancing one rank was indeed joyous news.

After all, the Grand Consecration had received almost no news capable of stirring his emotions for many years.

Jiang Qingyu's appearance had made the once dreary Consecration Hall lively.

It was clear from the other Consecrations, aside from Qingluan and Guang Ling.

They were quite satisfied with Jiang Qingyu.

Qingluan had previously suggested bringing him back to Spirit Hall, but Guang Ling had rejected it every time with all sorts of reasons.

Elsewhere, inside the Papal Palace, Qian Xunji sat on the Pope's throne, covering his ears with a pained expression.

"Dong'er, stop talking. Your teacher is about to lose it."

Qian Xunji truly could no longer endure Bibi Dong's complaints in front of him.

Bibi Dong tearfully complained that she could not win Jiang Qingyu over and asked Qian Xunji to think of a way.

Think of a way, my ass!

He was not even Jiang Qingyu's teacher. Jiang Qingyu had been brought back by Uncle Guang Ling and Uncle Qingluan.

Their seniority was far higher than his.

His disciple truly treated him as if he were omnipotent.

If things really worked that way, Spirit Hall would have unified the continent long ago, and he himself would have ascended to the Divine Realm ages ago.

Why would he still be sitting here?