Qian Daochen: Spirit Hall, I'm back!

Shrek Academy.

In the square.

After reading the text on the Heavenly Screen, Yu Xiaogang finally smiled.

"Bibi Dong personally took action."

"She still has the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand."

"Qian Daochen has just received the reward; he may not be able to master those powers immediately."

Flender stood to the side, not responding immediately.

Liu Erlong glanced at Yu Xiaogang.

Do you think Bibi Dong will win?

"At least, she won't be defeated easily."

Yu Xiaogang looked up at the White Clothes Figure in the Heavenly Screen.

"No matter how strong Qian Daochen is, he is still just a mortal."

Bibi Dong has reached the gates of the Divine Realm.

"After mastering the Divine Artifact, her power cannot be measured by the standards of an ordinary Titled Douluo."

Dai Mubai's gaze turned expectant.

"What if Qian Daochen is defeated?"

Yu Xiaogang straightened his sleeves.

"That means that Godhood and Divine Artifact are the true path."

All the praise he previously received will become a joke.

Oscar looked at Tang San.

"Xiao San, who do you think will win?"

Tang San did not answer immediately.

His gaze lingered on the name Qian Daochen.

He had personally witnessed Qian Daochen kill the Blood God.

They also knew that Qian Daochen had just obtained the God-Punishing Divine Sword, the Ancient Star Dragon Trunk Bone, and the World Tree.

However, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Bibi Dong's hand also possesses divine power.

Bibi Dong will not lose.

Tang San raised his head.

"She's just one step away from becoming a true god."

"Qian Daochen has no Godhood, and therefore cannot compare to a true god."

The smile in Yu Xiaogang's eyes deepened.

"The Xiao San is right."

"As long as Bibi Dong can defeat Qian Daochen, you can complete the Asura God's inheritance with peace of mind."

"Wait until you become a god before dealing with Qian Daochen."

Tang San's hand slowly tightened.

"Don't worry, teacher."

"After this battle, Qian Daochen will understand the difference between mortals and gods."

The Shrek Academy students looked up at the Heavenly Screen.

They were all waiting for the scene of Qian Daochen's defeat.

Spirit Hall.

Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu looked at the message that came back, without the slightest surprise on his face.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood beside him.

"The Pope has really spoken."

"She intends to fight her brother Spirit City."

Qian Daoliu raised his scepter.

"Since my elder brother is preparing to return, he must have already anticipated that Bibi Dong would not back down."

"Her initiative saved her brother the trouble of going to the Papal Hall."

The Subduing Demon Douluo grinned.

"Second brother, the first thing the senior did after returning was to teach the Pope a lesson."

"This scene is sure to be spectacular."

Qian Jun Douluo glanced at him.

"The Pope possesses Divine Artifact, and you're still laughing?"

"So what if you have Divine Artifact?"

The Subduing Demon Douluo looked up at the Heavenly Screen.

"You've even slain Mingdu."

"No matter how powerful the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, it depends on who is wielding it."

Qian Daoliu did not stop the group from discussing.

His gaze fell on the three characters "Qian Daochen" on the Heavenly Screen.

My elder brother left the Spirit Hall many years ago.

Now we're finally coming back.

If Bibi Dong is willing to back down, the Spirit Hall can still be handed over smoothly.

But since she had chosen to take action, her brother naturally wouldn't show any mercy.

"This time, it's good for my brother to teach Bibi Dong a lesson."

Qian Daoliu spoke softly.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at him.

"Aren't you worried about the Pope getting hurt?"

"Bibi Dong's control of the Papal Hall over the years has caused the Spirit Hall to be divided for far too long."

Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze.

"My brother won't kill her."

"But if she doesn't learn her lesson, she won't understand who she's really dealing with."

The Subduing Demon Douluo nodded.

"That's what I think too."

"If it weren't for the return of the elder, the Pope would have continued to suppress the Worship Hall."

"This time, let's bring her to her senses."

The worshippers remained silent.

All eyes were fixed on the Heavenly Screen.

The message continues to spread.

Some sects affiliated with the Spirit Hall began to observe.

Some forces closely associated with the Papal Hall secretly passed on messages.

They all wanted to know whose orders the Spirit Hall would take after this battle.

To the east of the city.

A broad Sword Shadow hung in the clouds.

Qian Daochen stood at the forefront of the Sword Shadow.

He had already heard the news coming from the city.

The Snake Lance Douluo swept in from afar, landed on the Sword Shadow, and knelt on one knee.

"Master."

"The Pope has already sent word."

"She will be waiting for you Spirit City at noon tomorrow."

"The victor will take control of the Spirit Hall."

Standing to the side, the Porcupinefish Douluo continued:

The message has spread throughout the mainland.

All factions are waiting for this battle.

Qian Daochen did not look at the two of them.

His gaze fell on the direction of the Papal Hall in the distance.

What else did she say?

The Snake Lance Douluo lowered his head.

"The Pope said the Spirit Hall belongs to her."

"Whoever wants to take it should snatch it from her hands first."

Xiao Wu, who was standing to the side, immediately looked up.

"She really dares to say that."

She looked in the direction of the Papal Hall.

"The Spirit Hall killed my mother back then, and Bibi Dong was the Pope of the Spirit Hall."

"I've long wanted to see what makes her qualified to sit in that position."

Qian Renxue glanced at Xiao Wu.

She knew about the hatred in Xiao Wu's heart, and she also knew about her relationship with Bibi Dong.

Xiao Wu did not back down.

She walked to Qian Daochen's side, looked up, and asked:

Can I come with you tomorrow?

"Can."

Qian Daochen answered quickly.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up.

I won't rush to the front.

"I just watched from the side."

"If Bibi Dong loses, I also want to know if she will back down."

Qian Renxue, however, was not as relaxed as Xiao Wu.

She looked at Qian Daochen.

"Grandpa."

Bibi Dong wields the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

"She has already mastered divine power, are you really sure you have no problem?"

Qian Daochen turned around.

The God-Punishing Divine Sword hung beside him, its new patterns slowly swirling in the sunlight.

She is no match for me.

Qian Renxue's brows remained furrowed.

"But she was only one step away from becoming a god."

"One step away, and he wouldn't be a god."

"She also has Divine Artifact."

"Divine Artifact are merely weapons."

Qian Daochen raised his hand.

World Tree Sapling appeared in the palm of your hand.

A wisp of emerald light flowed along his fingertips and finally landed on Qian Renxue's shoulder.

The strength of a weapon also depends on the person wielding it.

Qian Renxue looked down at the emerald light on her shoulder.

She knew that Qian Daochen never spoke without certainty.

However, the thought of tomorrow's confrontation still left her feeling unsettled.

I'll go tomorrow too.

I will stand by your side.

Qian Daochen nodded.

"Can."

"But you are not allowed to make a move."

Qian Renxue raised her eyes.

What if Bibi Dong hurts you?

She can't do it.

"What if she's really hurt?"

Qian Daochen looked at her.

"Then make your move again."

Qian Renxue then nodded.

Xiao Wu watched for a moment.

Are you two finished talking?

Qian Renxue turned her face to the side.

What are you planning to do now?

"Tomorrow I will stand beside Senior Qian as well."

Xiao Wu reached out and grabbed Qian Daochen's sleeve.

"I want to see the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Bibi Dong's hand."

"I also want to see what her expression will be when she knows she's going to lose."

Qian Renxue pursed her lips.

"You just want to watch the show."

"Watching the excitement was also a reason."

Xiao Wu raised her chin.

"And I also want to see the Spirit Hall change Master with my own eyes."

Qian Daochen did not stop her.

He looked towards Spirit City.

The city was bustling with people.

From the direction of the Papal Hall, a beam of purplish-black light shot into the clouds.

Bibi Dong has begun to mobilize the Rakshasa Divine Power.

Qian Daochen looked at it for a moment, then looked away.

"Pass down the order."

"No one is allowed to approach Spirit City before noon tomorrow."

Snake Lance Douluo immediately bowed.

"Yes, sir."

"Besides."

Qian Daochen looked into the distance.

"Have the people in the Worship Hall prepare."

"After returning to the Spirit Hall, I do not wish to see the Papal Hall and the Worship Hall checking and balancing each other again."

The Porcupinefish Douluo lowered his head.

"Understood."

The two turned and left.

Qian Renxue watched their departing figures, then looked at Qian Daochen.

"Grandpa, are you really going to take over the Spirit Hall tomorrow?"

"I was one of the founders of the Spirit Hall."

Qian Daochen gripped the hilt of the God-Punishing Divine Sword.

"Now I'm back."

"The Spirit Hall should naturally return to the right track."

Xiao Wu blinked.

What Bibi Dong doesn't want to?

Qian Daochen looked at the World Tree Sapling in his palm.

The tender leaves swayed gently.

"Then let her agree."

Upon hearing these words, Qian Renxue's worries gradually dissipated.

Since Grandpa has decided to return, no one will stop him.

In the distant Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong was also looking towards the east of the city.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand glowed with a purple light.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood behind her, without saying a word.

Bibi Dong raised her sickle.

A spatial rift appeared in mid-air and disappeared in an instant.

She looked at the golden name on the Heavenly Screen.

"Qian Daochen."

"After tomorrow, I will let everyone know."

"To whom does the Spirit Hall truly belong?"

Over the eastern part of the city.

Qian Daochen gather up the World Tree.

He watched as the lights gradually illuminated the Spirit City.

Many years ago, he and Qian Daoliu jointly established the Spirit Hall.

Back then, the Spirit Hall was only there to protect Soul Master and ordinary people.

Today, the Papal Hall and the Worship Hall are fighting each other, and the Spirit Hall has strayed from its original path.

Qian Daochen motes rise to the sky.

He gripped the God-Punishing Divine Sword tightly.

The sword hummed softly.

Qian Daochen looked into the depths of Spirit City and took a step forward.

"The Spirit Hall."

"I'm back."

The next day.

Spirit City.

Carriages stopped one after another on the road leading to the city gate.

Flags of various factions unfurled in the wind, and the Soul Master who came to watch the battle walked along the road toward the distant high ground.

The Spirit Hall knights guarded the outer perimeter, blocking the road leading to the open area.

Before noon, a large number of Soul Master had already gathered outside the city.

The crowd's gazes passed over the line of knights and landed on the open ground.

Today's battle will determine more than just the outcome between two individuals.

And what about the ownership of the Spirit Hall!

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School has arrived!"

In the crowd, a Soul Master turned to look at the city gate.

Ning Fengzhi stepped down from the carriage, holding a scepter in his hand.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong followed beside him, and the three of them went straight to the viewing platform without stopping.

Not far away, the envoys from the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and the Star Luo Imperial Family had already taken their seats.

The sect elders exchanged greetings, but their gazes kept drifting towards the Spirit Hall.

"Sect Master Ning, who do you think is suitable to take charge of the Spirit Hall today?"

An elderly man in brocade robes took half a step forward.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at him.

"The outcome is still undecided; let's sit down and watch."

The old man smiled and didn't press the matter further.

The Gu Rong stood on the edge of the high platform, scanning the dense crowd below.

"Quite a few people have come."

"Whether the Spirit Hall changes Master or not, they certainly want to see for themselves."

Chen Xin turned his gaze to the open space in the distance.

Before he could even draw his Seven Killing Sword, his right hand was already pressed against his body.

Seeing his actions, Gu Rong also stopped smiling.

Inside the city gate, a group of the Spirit Hall knights strode out.

The knights stood on either side, their lances falling to the ground.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo then appeared.

Instead of heading towards the spectator stands, the two stopped at the end of the road and turned to look at the city gate.

The elders from various sects, who had been conversing, all stopped talking.

Bibi Dong has arrived.

Her long, purplish-black dress trailed across the stone steps; she wore a crown and held Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her right hand.

The Divine Mark on the scythe lit up one by one, and purple light flowed along the hilt through her fingers.

She walked out of the city gate step by step.

The knights on both sides bowed simultaneously.

"Greetings, Your His Holiness the Pope!"

Bibi Dong did not stop.

She walked to the center of the open space and looked up at the surrounding high platforms.

Two great empires, various sects, and families that are affiliated with the Spirit Hall.

Today, everyone who was supposed to come has come.

Perfect.

She must defend the Pope in front of all these people!

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe landed softly.

A purplish-black light spread across the ground, and the pebbles beneath Bibi Dong's feet began to rise one after another.

One after another, Soul Ring rose from beneath her feet.

The moment the nine Soul Ring unfolded, the Soul Master closest to the open space retreated in unison.

Some people raised their arms to block in front of them, while others immediately activated their Martial Soul.

But the oppressive force still managed to penetrate the Soul Power barrier and fall upon everyone.

On the high platform.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in Ning Fengzhi's hand.

The soft light shielded the sect disciples beside him, and his gaze then fell on Bibi Dong.

"Level 99."

The Gu Rong stepped forward, blocking the purple light spreading from the front of the platform.

"And it's not just Level 99."

Chen Xin looked at the Divine Mark on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

"Divine power has already been integrated into her Soul Power."

"Demigod!"

When these two words reached the ears of the nearby Soul Master, their expressions immediately changed.

"Has the Pope really gone this far?"

"Level 99, plus the Rakshasa God!"

"No wonder she dared to challenge me to a fight!"

An elder from the Spirit Hall straightened his back as he gazed at the center of the open space.

"Your His Holiness the Pope is only one step away from becoming a god!"

"This battle won't end so easily!"

The surrounding chatter reached Bibi Dong's ears.

She gripped the sickle handle, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the crowd.

A few days ago, these people mentioned Qian Daochen and concluded that she should relinquish the Pope.

Now, they finally see her power.

She is not Pope to be manipulated.

They would not simply relinquish everything they had acquired over the years just because Qian Daochen announced their return!

Chrysanthemum Douluo stood outside the arena, looking up at the nine Soul Ring.

Ghost Douluo glanced at him, but neither of them spoke.

They had witnessed Qian Daochen's attack firsthand.

But at this moment, the power released by Bibi Dong also prevented them from getting close.

Bibi Dong raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The scythe pointed eastward, and purplish-black divine power gathered along its edge.

"Qian Daochen, I have arrived."

"If you want to take the Pope, then come and take it yourself!"

The surrounding high platforms gradually quieted down.

She stood in the center of the nine Soul Ring, the gems on her crown reflecting a purple light.

"The Spirit Hall is destined to belong to me Bibi Dong!"

"The Spirit Hall is not your Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong."

Bibi Dong raised her eyes.

Above the city gate, a golden light pierced through the city wall.

A golden robe billowed in the wind, and a figure holding a scepter descended from the sky.

Behind him, Golden Crocodile Douluo and several other retainers walked out of the city gate one by one.

Worship Hall.