Sky's Strongest Chose Compromise, the Frustration of Helplessness

The wind atop the lone peak gradually died down.

Deep within the crater, the bloody light slowly receded.

Several Worships strode through the air and hurriedly gathered around.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Second Worship, stared at the "Qian Renxue" lying flat in the crater and anxiously scratched his scalp.

"Big Brother, what are we supposed to do?"

"This girl's attacks are brutally vicious. Leaving her alone would be far too dangerous, but we absolutely cannot truly hurt Xue'er."

Azure Luan Douluo, the Third Worship, also landed close behind him, his expression grave.

"Yes, Big Brother. That berserk attack just now was terrifying."

Jiang Mo Douluo, the Seventh Worship, tightly gripped his Coiling Dragon Staff, his palms drenched in sweat.

"My Coiling Dragon Staff was buzzing and trembling just now. How is this our quiet young mistress? This is clearly a killing god possessing her!"

Qian Daoliu stood at the edge of the crater, his face as dark as water.

"What are you panicking for?"

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly and slowly raised his right arm.

The vast power of a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo surged wildly.

Scorching, pure angelic divine power condensed in the sky.

"Light Descends, let all evil retreat!"

"Holy Purification!"

Vast golden light poured down like a waterfall descending from the heavens, crashing down over everything.

White and gold radiance instantly submerged the entire ruined crater.

Every Worship fixed their eyes on the center of the light.

Under normal circumstances,

any evil presence or foreign malignant energy would have let out agonized screams beneath the purification of such Angelic Holy Light, forcibly cleansed and stripped away.

Yet Qian Sha Yu at the bottom of the ruined crater remained calmly sprawled amid the rubble.

The overwhelming golden light washed over his body,

but instead of causing even the slightest injury, it felt like a warm spring breeze brushing past him.

Qian Sha Yu stretched lazily and comfortably.

He rolled over with the motion and even opened his mouth wide in a yawn.

He dug at his ear. "Old man, this Angelic Holy Light spa of yours is pretty damn comfortable. The temperature's just right."

"Put a little more force into my left shoulder. It's still a little sore from getting shaken up fighting you earlier."

That exceptionally punchable voice echoed through the golden light.

The Worships were collectively dumbfounded.

Jiang Mo Douluo's jaw nearly dislocated again.

Golden Crocodile Douluo vigorously rubbed his bell-sized eyes, wondering whether he was so old that he had begun hallucinating.

"Big Brother's Angelic Holy Light can cleanse all poisons and evils beneath heaven, yet she's completely unharmed?"

Qian Daoliu's body trembled, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"Impossible!"

"My Angelic Holy Light actually had no effect at all?"

Qian Sha Yu dusted off the hem of his skirt and swayed to his feet from the crater.

Those scarlet vertical pupils swept across the scene with unrestrained mockery.

"Stop wasting your strength, old man!"

"You think a few streaks of yellow light can purify me into nothing?"

"I'm not some evil thing possessing her. I am Qian Renxue, and Qian Renxue is me!"

"I am the other half of her soul, a genuine part of her!"

Qian Sha Yu sneered and strode out of the ruined crater.

"Twenty years of stifling humiliation as an undercover agent, twenty years of treading carefully—do you think she truly had no resentment in her heart at all?"

"Wearing a false mask every day to please everyone, being hated by her biological mother, being pressured by the outside world—she was already on the verge of going mad."

"I am that poisonous fire you all ignored, the extreme personality you forced into existence!"

Qian Sha Yu walked straight up to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu instinctively raised the Angel Holy Sword in his hand, Solar True Fire flickering along its edge.

Qian Sha Yu did not so much as blink. Instead, he took another step forward.

His fair, delicate neck pressed firmly against Qian Daoliu's Angel Holy Sword.

"Want me to disappear for good? Fine!"

"Cut off my head with one strike right now, or pierce this heart and send both me and your precious granddaughter to heaven. Then I'll never come out again."

"Come on, stab here. Swing hard!"

"Killing me means killing your own granddaughter. Old man, do you dare?"

"You!"

Qian Daoliu's sword hand began to tremble violently.

The veins in Qian Daoliu's palm bulged, but no matter what, he could not bring down that iron-cleaving Angel Holy Sword.

The furrow between his brows twisted into a deep crease.

The body before him belonged to Xue'er, and so did the soul.

With this strike, he would not merely kill Qian Sha Yu, but the Qian Clan's only hope as well.

In the end, the Angelic Holy Light gradually faded.

Gritting his teeth, he slowly and painfully withdrew the Angel Holy Sword.

The Worships surrounding them exchanged glances, each of their expressions ugly beyond measure.

Golden Crocodile Douluo scratched at his head and ears, anxiously pacing in circles.

This was fucking deadlock!

They could neither fight him nor kill him, and even Holy Purification could do nothing to him.

He was clearly an unmovable living ancestor!

Azure Luan Douluo sighed and withdrew the wind aura around him.

"This is a real problem now."

Qian Sha Yu had them over a barrel.

Every one of their methods had been completely restrained.

The wind atop the lone peak howled fiercely.

The atmosphere was stiflingly oppressive.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the frustration in his chest.

He waved away the Angel Holy Sword, his voice carrying a trace of barely perceptible compromise and exhaustion.

"Speak. What will it take for Xue'er to return to normal and regain control of her body?"

Seeing Qian Daoliu at a disadvantage, Qian Sha Yu crossed his arms and burst into wild laughter.

"Now that sounds like something a person would say, old man."

"Don't worry. I'm not interested in permanently occupying this fragrant little girl's body, either."

"Wearing skirts and keeping long hair every day is annoying enough."

"To tell you the truth, I'm just a limited-time trial!"

"Seven days."

"For seven days, I am the absolute ruler of this body."

"After seven days, your precious saintly granddaughter will naturally come back online."

Upon hearing the time limit of "seven days," Qian Daoliu finally felt the weight in his heart ease slightly.

Although seven days was a long time,

as long as it was not a permanent deprivation, there was still room to turn things around.

Qian Sha Yu licked his dry red lips, a teasing glint flashing through his scarlet eyes.

"However, during these seven days, you'd better not provoke me."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do with little Saintess's body."

With that, he swaggered toward the Worship Hall.

Watching Qian Sha Yu's murderous silhouette, Qian Daoliu's eye twitched violently.

He clenched his fists and issued a cold warning.

"This is Spirit Hall territory. You will not be allowed to act recklessly!"

Qian Sha Yu glanced back at him and revealed an exceptionally punchable grin.

On the lone peak, the Worships exchanged glances, their faces filled with bitterness.

Golden Crocodile Douluo watched the departing bloody figure and swallowed.

"Big Brother... are we really just letting Xue'er's terrifying Second Personality go?"

Qian Daoliu stood at the cliff's edge, watching the clouds on the horizon stained red, and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

"At this point, we can only placate him for now and wait for Xue'er to regain control of her body."