Big Brother Became a Fallen Soul Master? What a Joke?!

Qian Daoliu's figure slowly descended from the sky, finally landing on the plaza before the Offering Hall. He walked up to its doors.

He slowly pushed them open, entered the Offering Hall, and passed through layer upon layer of corridors until he arrived before the main hall where all the offerings resided.

"I'm back." Qian Daoliu looked at the doors before him. During the time he had been away, it felt as though a lifetime had passed. He had killed far too many people.

What expressions would these old brothers of mine have when they saw me like this? Would they find it impossible to believe? Perhaps they would.

Qian Daoliu pushed open the hall doors and entered. The several offerings who had been conversing all turned to look at him.

When Golden Crocodile Douluo clearly saw the returning figure, he froze in place, his eyes filled with shock. He could not even believe what he was seeing. Was this really his Big Brother?!

Was this truly his Big Brother?!

"Big Brother..." Golden Crocodile Douluo stared blankly at the returning Qian Daoliu, his voice dry and trembling.

When Qian Daoliu had left Spirit Hall, he had worn a spotless, snow-white robe. But upon his return, that pristine robe had long been thoroughly soaked in blood. The crimson blood had congealed into dark, blackened scabs, and a dense stench of blood rushed toward them.

Not only that, but the aura Qian Daoliu now emitted was exceedingly strange—cold and violent, carrying a chilling ferocity and brutality. He was utterly different from the transcendent, peerless Angel Douluo who had stood invincible in the sky before his departure.

Qian Daoliu swept his gaze across his old brothers, whose expressions varied throughout the hall. Then he slowly spoke in a hoarse voice. "I've killed everyone who needed killing. Only Tang San and the others remain."

"Big Brother, how many people did you kill during the time you were away from the Offering Hall?! Why has your aura become so terrifying?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped forward and asked anxiously, afraid that something had happened to Qian Daoliu.

"How many people?" Qian Daoliu's gaze was indifferent. The number of people he had killed had already become nothing more than a string of numbers.

"After leaving Spirit Hall, I exterminated the Tiantou Imperial Family and destroyed Shrek Academy. While I was at it, I razed the entire Heaven Dou City to the ground. Ning Fengzhi and those people from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School were involved as well, so I spared none of them. I wiped them all out."

"What?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo was stunned and cried out, "Big Brother, you... you actually leveled Heaven Dou City itself?!"

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, his expression utterly calm as he continued indifferently, "That wasn't all."

"I also paid a visit to the Clear Sky School and wiped out its entire sect. Then I went to Sunset Forest and killed Dugu Bo's entire family. Following the clues, I found the Tang Sect's hiding place and slaughtered every last one of them."

"After that, I went to Star Luo City and exterminated the Xingluo Imperial Family's Dai Family and Zhu Family. I also razed the entire Star Luo City to the ground!"

The hall fell silent.

The offerings looked at one another, their hearts roiling with shock. The imperial families of the Two Great Empires? The Clear Sky School? Shrek Academy? The remnants of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School? Their Big Brother had actually swept them all away single-handedly in such a short time?!

"But Big Brother... what exactly is going on with your aura?" Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Qian Daoliu. He could clearly sense the evil and ferocity emanating from him.

That cold, bloodthirsty, violent aura was almost no different from that of a Fallen Soul Master. Could Big Brother have become a Fallen Soul Master too?!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Big Brother was the Angel God High Priest, the brightest and most righteous existence on the entire continent, the sacred Angel God's representative in the mortal world. How could he possibly become a Fallen Soul Master?!

"Your guesses are all correct! It is exactly what you think it is!" Seeing their uncertain expressions and their hesitation to speak, Qian Daoliu did not hide anything. Instead, he directly released his current Martial Soul.

In an instant, blinding black light erupted behind him. The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul that had once been golden all over and radiated endless sacred, holy light had completely vanished. In its place stood a Fallen Angel Martial Soul, its wings black as ink and its body wreathed in boundless evil and resentment.

That terrifying aura immediately sent chills down the spines of every offering in the hall. It was too horrifying. They seemed to see countless vengeful ghosts shrieking behind Qian Daoliu.

"Big Brother! What exactly happened?!" The offerings could no longer endure it and hurriedly gathered around him to ask.

Looking at those pitch-black six wings, beyond their shock, what they felt even more was indescribable heartache.

A dignified Rank 99 Peerless Douluo, the Angel God High Priest, and the nemesis of every Fallen Soul Master in the world had now personally turned himself into the most powerful Fallen Soul Master on the continent.

This... this was too much for them to accept. Xiao Xue's death had dealt Big Brother far too great a blow.

"I killed too many people. Naturally, the Angel Martial Soul became this ghastly thing. An angel stained in blood falls into the mortal world. The Fallen Angel Martial Soul—this is my Martial Soul now."

Qian Daoliu's expression remained indifferent as he slowly withdrew his Martial Soul. Smiling, he said, "But none of that matters anymore. Xiao Xue is dead, and the inheritance has been severed. So what if I kill more? So what if I fall? Now, only one thought remains in my heart: revenge!"

"Big Brother, why put yourself through this? Why degrade yourself like this?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo said in anguish.

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, cutting Golden Crocodile Douluo off. "Even I don't care that I've become a Fallen Soul Master, so why should you grieve for me?!"

At that, Qian Daoliu began to laugh softly. His laughter echoed through the hall, bleak and piercing. "Xiao Xue is already gone. Sacredness and light, evil and slaughter—what meaning is there in dwelling on such things? Nothing has any meaning. I only want to kill them all, avenge Xiao Xue, and make every one of them accompany her in death!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo suppressed the grief in his heart and asked solemnly, "Big Brother, did you find Tang San on this trip? Did you personally kill Tang San and avenge Xiao Xue?!"

Qian Daoliu's laughter ceased. He shook his head, and a trace of helpless bitterness appeared at the corner of his lips. Bo Saixi was determined to protect Tang San. Between him and the sword of Sea God Island, there was only one path left: war!

He did not wish to become enemies with Sea God Island. Of course, to put it plainly, he simply did not wish to become enemies with Bo Saixi. After all, she had once been the woman he loved. But unfortunately, Bo Saixi insisted on standing against him!

Since she wanted to be his enemy, since she wanted to stop him from avenging Xiao Xue, then she could die! Sea God Island could be buried with her as well!

Now, whoever tried to stop him from avenging Xiao Xue, whoever stood in the way of his revenge, he would kill them. He would kill anyone!