It should be noted that when Yue Yi was born, Wang Qiu'er had already reached the Soul Emperor realm.
Now, more than a decade has passed. Although Wang Qiu'er doesn't cultivate much, she has already reached the strength of Titled Douluo.
It's just that he doesn't usually make a move because he enjoys playing around and has a powerful background and noble status.
"To be honest, my aunt."
"In the Spirit Hall, you're usually either eating, playing, or on your way to play."
"I've truly never seen you cultivate, nor have I ever seen you make a move."
Yue Yi spoke very seriously, but her eyes were full of doubt.
"Your aunt always has bodyguards with her when she goes out. She doesn't need to do things herself."
"Besides, Meditative Cultivation are nowhere as comfortable as sunbathing."
"But I can tell you very seriously that your aunt is very strong. Her strength is considered that of a master on the continent."
"You've seen Ye Yi, haven't you?"
"With his physique, even without activating his Martial Soul, I could take on five opponents with one hand."
Wang Qiu'er looked sullen, pointed at Ye Yi, and said very seriously.
Ye Yi gave an awkward but polite smile and remained silent.
In reality, he had nothing to say.
After all, he's just a Soul Ancestor now.
In the shadows, Jun Xuehan sat in a chair, holding Qian Renxue in her arms, quietly watching the situation below.
"Xuehan, which side do you think will win this great battle?"
Qian Renxue looked at the situation below and asked softly.
"It's hard to say at the moment."
"The strength of both sides is almost equal, whether in terms of army, Soul Master Legion, or top combat power."
"The key to victory or defeat lies in who uses their Level 10 Soul Tool first."
"The Silver Dragon Spear is the first Soul Tool we painstakingly created, while the Holy Light Sword is Soul Tool I made to suppress the Silver Dragon Spear."
"The two are complementary and mutually reinforcing, but also mutually restraining."
"If the Holy Sword is drawn first, the Dragon Spear wins; if the Dragon Spear is drawn first, the Holy Sword wins. That's why I told Grandpa Golden Crocodile that if he saw the Dragon Spear, he should draw the Holy Sword."
Jun Xuehan spoke calmly.
With their combined strength, Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue could easily determine each other's strength with a simple use of their Divine Sense, so Jun Xuehan's answer was that it was a draw.
In the Spirit Hall Empire, there are over thirty Titled Douluo, and among the Evil Soul Masters, there are also around thirty Titled Douluo.
"Should we give Yue Yi some hints? This kind of battle is not child's play. What if she becomes an accident?"
Qian Renxue asked tentatively.
"No, the gods cannot interfere."
"Moreover, she always lends a helping hand whenever there is a problem. Yue Yi is always a hothouse flower and can never truly grow."
"We must trust him. We have already paved the way for Yue Yi. If she still needs our help to move forward, then she will never become a strong person."
Jun Xuehan listened to Qian Renxue's words and refused without hesitation, but her gaze remained fixed on Yue Yi below.
"If Yue Yi loses..."
"Xuehan, what do you plan to do?"
Qian Renxue looked at Jun Xuehan and asked very seriously.
"If Yue Yi can't defend this vast Spirit Hall Empire, and Evil Soul Masters wreak havoc on the continent, then we'll have to replace her!"
"The capable should occupy the position. I believe that the people I have left behind are no weaker than those on the Sun Moon Continent."
Jun Xuehan smiled calmly and spoke as if she didn't care at all.
"See? Yue Yi can't possibly lose."
Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at Jun Xuehan and looked down.
"Yes, I have absolute confidence in Yue Yi; she can't possibly lose."
Jun Xuehan stretched her body and quietly observed the situation below.
As a war drum sounded, the battle below officially began.
Million-Strong Army stood in neat rows, charged out amidst shouts, and fought together.
The battlefield belonging to the Titled Douluo was in mid-air, where various kinds of energy rippled and spread continuously.
Below, Yue Yi's Spear of Order trembled slightly, and countless spear flowers bloomed on its tip. Two purple and four black Soul Ring flashed beneath her feet as she charged directly into the fighting army.
The Spear of Order in his hand moved without pause, and with each thrust, a soldier fell to its blade.
Ye Yi stayed by Yue Yi's side, doing his best to protect Yue Yi safety.
On the city wall of Pure Snow City.
Mochen looked down at Yue Yi, then silently walked down the city wall of Pure Snow City and headed in Yue Yi's direction.
He took out a long, black spear from his Soul Tool, released his Martial Soul from behind, and five Soul Ring appeared at his feet: two yellow, two purple, and one black.
As Yue Yi Spear of Order, Mochen raised his hand to block Yue Yi's attack.
"Yue Yi, it's been a long time."
"You've become more and more beautiful since I last saw you in the past few years."
Mochen looked at Yue Yi, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
"Hehe, it really has been a long time."
"I've waited almost ten years for this day!"
"The mistakes we made back then can finally be made up for now."
Yue Yi reached out and touched the strands of hair that had fallen across her forehead, her eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent.
"You want to kill me?"
"It's been almost ten years since we last met, and now that we've met, you want to kill me?"
Mochen remained calm as he looked at the murderous intent in Yue Yi's eyes.
Yue Yi had no intention of speaking; she thrust her silver spear straight at Mochen in front of her.
Mochen also raised his spear to meet Yue Yi's thrusting spear. The two spears collided with each other, producing a crisp clanging sound.
Watching the two fight, Ye Yi couldn't help but feel surprised, because their moves were almost identical, as if they came from the same school.
The only difference was that Yue Yi wielded the spear with ease, while Mochen's spear was handled rigidly, as if he were imitating someone.
"Yue Yi, stop."
"Our techniques all originated from your father."
"You can't kill me, and I can't beat you."
Mochen blocked Yue Yi's spear and said softly.
"My father?"
"You shameless man who imitates my father, how dare you mention my father?"
"Mochen, all I can say is that your imitation is a poor imitation."
Yue Yi chuckled softly, and the Spear of Order in her hand conjured nine spear shadows, pressing down on Mochen in front of her.
"Dragon Spear Wind and Rain!"
"Blood Flowing for a Thousand Miles!"
"Soul Suppression!"
The silver spear in Yue Yi's hand changed slightly as she unleashed her Self-Created Soul Skill.