Laughter Erupts as Qian Renxue Tries to Chop Down Qian Daoliu!

"Insolence!"

Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, was the first to bristle.

His furious roar burst from the depths of his throat like a tolling bell.

Vast Soul Power transformed into a tangible storm, shattering the surrounding white marble floor tiles inch by inch.

The enormous phantom of a Golden Crocodile Dragon materialized behind him out of thin air.

Its ferocious crocodilian head opened its bloody maw, cold light flashing across its sharp teeth.

"What evil dares corrupt the angel bloodline of Spirit Hall?!"

Killing intent surged within Golden Crocodile Douluo's wide eyes.

He could not tolerate the Qian Clan's sole remaining heir suffering the slightest mishap.

Before his words had even faded, the other worshippers' expressions changed as well.

Azure Luan Douluo's cyan wind aura compressed sharply around his body.

Mighty Lion Douluo's crimson hair danced wildly like raging flames.

Qian Jun and Jiang Mo instinctively revealed their Coiling Dragon Staffs.

The long staffs rang with crisp metallic bursts as they landed in their hands.

Two incomparably fierce staff intents madly clashed with the surrounding air currents.

Golden light and baleful energy violently intertwined throughout the Worship Hall.

Several Super Douluo and Peak Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent fixed their mountain-like pressure upon Qian Renxue.

There was no helping it.

Qian Renxue's condition was simply too bizarre.

The blood-red killing intent soaring into the sky was so dense that it seemed ready to seep from her flesh.

Even Titled Douluo who had slaughtered countless people felt a chill run down their spines when those eyes swept over them.

The only one who did not attack immediately was Grand Elder Qian Daoliu.

Suppressing his urge to act, he stared fixedly at Qian Renxue several meters away.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his aged face was so grave it seemed water might drip from it.

As a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo, how could his spiritual perception not be razor-sharp?

This incomparably violent power of slaughter was absolutely not the result of outside possession or corruption.

It had genuinely grown from the deepest depths of Qian Renxue's soul.

What was even more unbelievable was this.

The sacred Six-Winged Angel origin inherited by the Qian Clan for ten thousand years had neither been destroyed nor rejected.

It had actually fused with this extremely brutal Slaughter Power in a bizarre manner.

Gold and blood interwove.

Holiness and evil coexisted.

This had evolved into a forbidden form never recorded in Spirit Hall's archives.

A forbidden form—the Slaughter Angel!

Since the age of ancient myth, the angel lineage had passed through countless generations, yet such a mutation had never appeared!

Qian Daoliu's heart sank to the bottom.

He stepped forward, and rings of golden ripples spread through the void beneath his feet.

"Xue'er."

Qian Daoliu's deep voice echoed through the air, carrying a barely perceptible tremor.

"Are you... still Xue'er?"

Within the blood-red figure surrounded by several Titled Douluo, "Qian Renxue" slightly curled her lips.

Her scarlet vertical pupils swept across Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others before finally settling on Qian Daoliu.

"Heh heh."

A soft laugh escaped her lips.

The voice lacked Qian Renxue's usual delicate coolness, carrying instead a metallic chill and wicked allure.

"Things have come this far, so I won't keep pretending."

"Listen up, old man."

"My name is Qian Sha Yu, not that weak little saintess Qian Renxue of yours!"

Having taken control of the body, Qian Sha Yu completely flipped the table.

Since that damned Artificially Stupid System insisted on judging Qian Daoliu's probing as a death threat and forcibly activating seven days of Demon King Mode, he might as well cut loose!

Today, he would show these old fossils what a true Slaughter Angel was!

Following Qian Sha Yu's declaration.

The turmoil inside the Worship Hall grew increasingly out of control.

The brilliant golden radiance emitted by the Angel God statue hanging above the hall rapidly dimmed beneath the erosion of the bloody aura.

Sacred glimmers and savage waves of blood tore into each other, erupting with piercing hissing sounds.

Qian Daoliu looked at this blood-red Qian Renxue who called herself "Qian Sha Yu."

He looked at that familiar face wearing an utterly unrestrained, wicked grin.

His heart went completely cold.

His defenses had been shattered. This time, they truly had been shattered.

The person before him was absolutely not the precious granddaughter he had watched grow up!

This was the Second Personality Xue'er had mentioned earlier, the one that dominated slaughter!

Qian Daoliu's expression darkened like still water.

A flash of resolve passed through his eyes.

No matter how strange this so-called Second Personality was.

Since it dared parasitize his granddaughter's body, it could forget about leaving.

Today, he would personally suppress this evil thing by force and remove this fatal hidden danger for Xue'er!

Golden Soul Power circulated around Qian Daoliu as he raised his hand, preparing to unleash the Holy Seal.

Qian Sha Yu sharply caught the old man's hostility.

A wild, arrogant curve rose at the corner of his lips.

"Want to take me down?"

"Old man, do you think I'll fear you just because you're a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo?"

"Today is the perfect chance to see just how much this so-called invincible level ninety-nine Limit Douluo is worth!"

Qian Sha Yu burst into wild laughter.

Then he made a move that nearly caused everyone present's eyes to pop out!

He curled his five fingers, and dark crimson killing aura frantically gathered in his palm.

A blood-red sword more than ten feet long materialized from thin air, its blade engraved with ferocious, twisted demonic patterns.

A cloud of blood mist erupted beneath his feet.

Wielding the Slaughter Blood Sword with both hands, Qian Sha Yu charged straight at Qian Daoliu's head with unstoppable, violent killing intent and brought it down!

Reckless!

Utterly reckless!

This was definitely the most filial scene in the entire history of the Douluo Continent!

A granddaughter was swinging a sword at her own grandfather!

How filial!

Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, stood frozen in place.

Qian Jun and Jiang Mo gaped, nearly dropping their Coiling Dragon Staffs onto the floor.

The scene was simply too shocking.

Who could have imagined that the young mistress, ordinarily refined and respectful toward the elderly, would one day raise a blood sword and viciously strike at the Grand Elder's forehead?

Inside the Sea of Spirit.

Qian Renxue's original consciousness, which had been confined in a corner by the system, trembled.

Watching Qian Sha Yu use her body to attack her grandfather, she was completely dumbfounded.

"Stop!"

"Qian Sha Yu, you lunatic, stop right now!"

"That's my grandfather! He's the person who treats me best in the entire world!"

"How dare you attack my grandfather?!"

Qian Renxue screamed in terror within her Sea of Spirit.

Unfortunately, even if Qian Sha Yu heard her, he would only follow up by giving Qian Daoliu another slash.

Facing the fatal blood sword descending toward him.

Qian Daoliu did not even blink.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

He raised his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together into a blade-like gesture, and casually pointed forward.

Golden light blazed.

The purest, most radiant angel Soul Power formed a heavy golden shield.

Clang!

The longsword collided with the finger blade.

An explosive blast erupted from the center of their clash.

The blood-red sword light shattered inch by inch, turning into scattered fragments of light that drifted through the air.

Qian Sha Yu only felt an overwhelming, irresistible force violently surge back through the sword hilt.

It jolted this body's arm with searing pain and tore several bloody gashes across his palm.

"Not bad for a level ninety-nine old monster. You're pretty strong!"

Borrowing the rebounding force, Qian Sha Yu flew several steps backward.

Having blocked the attack with a single strike, Qian Daoliu's gaze remained as calm as water.

He did not seize the opportunity to heavily injure this body.

Instead, he turned to look at the several worshippers beside him who were eager to make a move.

"Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, do not interfere. Seal the Worship Hall immediately."

"Not a single word of what happened here today may leak out."

"I will handle this matter personally!"