Fallen Angel, Qian Family Extinct, Qian Daoliu Collapses

Spirit City was once a holy land in the hearts of countless people on Douluo Continent. Of course, that was in the past; now there was only the Spirit Hall Empire!

Divine Mountain, Worship Hall.

In the past, this place was always permeated with a solemn and respectful atmosphere, but at this moment it was shrouded in a suffocating sense of oppression.

In the center of the grand hall stood an ice-blue crystal coffin.

Rank 99 Peerless Douluo Great Pontiff Qian Daoliu, that peerless Douluo who once looked down upon all living beings with arrogance,

at this moment was like an ordinary old man at the end of his candle, draped over the crystal coffin without a shred of composure.

"Xiao Xue... my Xiao Xue..." Qian Daoliu's old face streamed with tears as he wept uncontrollably, consumed by a grief that tore his heart to shreds.

The shrill sound of weeping echoed within the hall, causing those who heard it to grieve and those who listened to shed tears.

Inside the ice-blue crystal coffin, a peerlessly beautiful blonde young girl lay shockingly still, though that breathtaking face was as pale as paper.

"If I had known it would come to this... back then, no matter what, I should never have sent you to the Heaven Dou Empire..."

Qian Daoliu's withered fingers gripped the edge of the crystal coffin.

"Xiao Xue is dead... the Qian Family is finished... the Qian Family is completely finished! The Angel Clan, passed down for ten thousand years, has been ruined in my hands!"

Qian Daoliu wept with heart-rending grief.

Lying inside the ice-blue crystal coffin was his own granddaughter. For ten thousand years, she was the one in the Qian family who possessed the purest Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and held the greatest hope of inheriting the Angel God Position!

Yet now, it was all gone.

Inheriting the Angel God Position... the future of Spirit Hall and the heritage of the Qian family had been completely severed, ultimately turning into a bubble.

In his early years, he had experienced the white-haired sending off the black-haired when he buried his own son Qian Xunji. Now, he had to endure the pain of having his bones scraped once more to send off the granddaughter he treasured as his very life!

"Grandfather... it's all my fault! It's all my fault for failing to protect Xiao Xue... Grandfather, it's entirely my fault!"

Beside the ice-blue crystal coffin, a handsome young man with a black outfit and short black hair knelt on the ground.

His name was Ye Cangming. He was an orphan whom Qian Daoliu had brought back from the outside world many years ago. He had grown up in Worship Hall since he was a child, raised entirely by Qian Daoliu, and was just a year older than Qian Renxue.

At this moment, Ye Cangming's eyes were bloodshot and crimson, his face filled with self-blame and guilt. It was his failure that had led to Xiao Xue not being protected.

"Grandfather... I am willing to be buried with Xiao Xue!" Ye Cangming's voice was hoarse, tears streaming down his face.

Qian Daoliu trembled, slowly turning his head to look at Ye Cangming kneeling on the ground. Looking at the child he had raised with his own hands, he smiled miserably and shook his head.

"I don't blame you... my child, this isn't your fault."

"How old are you this year? You were merely at the Soul Saint realm, and that was a battle of Titled Douluo caliber!"

"You were merely a Soul Saint, so how could you possibly have the power to influence the outcome of that battle?" Speaking to this point, Qian Daoliu supported himself against the Crystal Coffin and stood up.

Tears still streamed from his eyes, but deep within those turbid eyes, a horrifying madness gradually welled up.

"Hahahaha..." Qian Daoliu laughed wildly toward the sky, his laughter filled with madness and self-mockery. "To think that I, Qian Daoliu, have prided myself on being open and aboveboard my entire life!"

"Yet what was the result? My son, Qian Xunji, died indirectly at the hands of Tang Chen's grandson! And now, my granddaughter has died at the hands of Tang Chen's great-grandson!"

"Hahaha! Absurd, truly absurd!"

Soul Power fluctuations capable of altering the heavens and earth suddenly exploded from within Qian Daoliu's body, and the air inside the hall instantly froze.

"I shouldn't have bothered honoring some damn fool agreement back then. If I had hardened my heart sooner, how could Spirit Hall ever have fallen to such a state?"

"Hahahaha... My son... My dear granddaughter, how could they die before me? To have the silver-haired send off the dark-haired, how utterly absurd!"

"Big Brother..." Golden Crocodile Douluo and the rest of the elders standing to the side watched Qian Daoliu descend into madness, wanting to comfort him but having no idea how.

Big Brother's loved ones had all died, the Qian family's heritage was broken, and the Angel God heritage that Big Brother had guarded for his entire life had been reduced to a bubble!

Qian Renxue was watched as she grew up by this group of old fellows, but that little girl who used to circle around them sweetly calling them grandfather was now a cold corpse inside a crystal coffin!

Their hearts were likewise aching, likewise dripping with blood!

Qian Daoliu gradually reined in his violent Soul Power, walking slowly over to Ye Cangming. He reached out a trembling hand and gently stroked the young man's head, just as he used to do when he was a child.

"Xiao Ye... Grandfather only has you left now. You must live well, and never think of taking revenge!"

"Why? Why, Grandfather!" Ye Cangming abruptly raised his head, almost roaring, "Xiao Xue is dead, she died at the hands of Tang San! Why can't I go take revenge? Even if I die, I will bite a piece of flesh off them!"

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, an unyielding murderous intent erupting in his eyes. The temperature of the entire Worship Hall seemed to drop to the freezing point!

"Rest assured, Xiao Ye... That vengeance... Grandfather will definitely go take it! Not one of the people who harmed Xiao Xue will this old man let go!"

"Xiao Xue is gone, Spirit Hall is finished, the Qian Family is finished, and the heritage of the Angel God has been buried in my hands. A foundation of ten thousand years has been ruined in a single day—what face do I have left to live in this world?"

"Since that is the case... I will make everyone who harmed Xiao Xue be buried with her! I will slaughter every single one of those people!"

Qian Daoliu's voice was ice-cold. He had never been so furious before; even when his own son died back then, he had not harbored such rage!

"Grandfather..." Ye Cangming stared in a daze, as it was the first time he had ever seen Grandfather radiate such dense killing intent! One had to know that Grandfather's martial soul was the Six-Winged Angel, and he was even the Angel God High Priest!

How could Grandfather harbor such heavy killing intent... Yes, with Xiao Xue gone, what else did Grandfather have to care about?

"Bang... At that moment, the heavy doors of Worship Hall were pushed open with a loud crash. Bibi Dong was dressed in a purple pontiff robe, wearing the Nine-Curve Purple Gold Crown upon her head and grasping the Pontiff Scepter that symbolized authority as she walked in with arrogance."

At that moment, the heavy doors of Worship Hall were pushed open with a loud crash.

Bibi Dong was dressed in a purple pontiff robe, wearing the Nine-Curve Purple Gold Crown upon her head and grasping the Pontiff Scepter that symbolized authority as she walked in with arrogance.

I heard that you lot in Worship Hall spent over a dozen years of painstaking effort in Heaven Dou Empire, only to fail completely?

Bibi Dong sneered with disdain. You plotted for so long, only to end up with nothing in the end. Worship Hall really is full of trash!

Bibi Dong! Golden Crocodile Douluo, possessing the most explosive temper, instantly had his anger ignited. Worship Hall does not welcome a wolf-hearted ingrate like you! Get out!

What? Have I struck a nerve out of anger? It seems I was right—trash is just trash! All you know is how to bark like curs!

Bibi Dong showed not the slightest fear of the Second Worship's pressure, lifting her chin slightly as her tone grew even sharper. That plan was drawn up entirely by your Worship Hall, and now that it's been botched, do I, as the Pontiff, not even have the right to ask a single question about it?

Just as Bibi Dong was being haughty and arrogant, an icy gaze like an arrow fell upon her with physical weight.

Qian Daoliu wore no expression, his eyes cold as if he were looking at a dead person while he gazed at Bibi Dong in this moment!