(First update)
"This is going too far! Far too far!"
Qian Daoliu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the hand clutching Qian Renxue's intimate garments trembled slightly.
Ever since his son Qian Xunji had died, Qian Daoliu had groomed his granddaughter Qian Renxue as his successor, showering her with affection. Grandfather and granddaughter shared a profound bond.
Now, Qian Renxue had been captured by Yang Ming, who had sent back her intimate garments. Her fate was all too easy to imagine!
In his fury, Qian Daoliu could no longer suppress the vast Soul Power within him.
His Angel Martial Soul manifested, its wings spreading to either side, half golden and half black. The sight was deeply unsettling.
At the same time, the aura surrounding Qian Daoliu was equally strange. He clearly had one foot across the threshold of level-100 godhood, yet something seemed to obstruct him, preventing him from taking that final step.
Feeling the crushing Soul Power bearing down on her, Pope Bibi Dong's lovely face changed slightly. She instinctively retreated three steps, watching Qian Daoliu with a trace of wariness in her brow. Towering waves of shock surged through her heart as she thought:
That old fossil. To think he nearly became a god without making a sound.
Pope Bibi Dong cast a meaningful glance at the half-black wings behind Qian Daoliu.
From those black feathers, she could sense a savage chaos that sought to destroy everything, utterly at odds with the Angel Martial Soul.
It seems that old fossil is hiding plenty of secrets too.
Before Pope Bibi Dong could ponder the matter further, Qian Daoliu abruptly raised his head. His extreme fury left his face increasingly vulnerable to the relentlessly invading divine power of the God of Destruction, twisting it into