Spirit Hall Holy Son

"Level sixty-five Soul Emperor... and that was it?!"

"Gulp... How terrifying."

"Especially when that blood-colored vortex appeared just now, I felt like I was about to be sucked in!"

"So this is Spirit Hall's youngest genius?"

Discussion rose and fell throughout the stands. Everyone stared at the white-haired figure on the stage, unable to look away for a long while.

In the preparation area below the stage, the members of the Red Star Group and the Profound Star Group stood together, all of them slack-jawed.

Han Pojun swallowed. "This is Spirit Hall's peerless monster?"

Liu Ruyan shook her head, her voice drifting. "He could wipe out both our groups by himself without even needing a second move."

Song Xinghe touched his chest. When Tang Hao had sent him flying with two hammer strikes earlier, he had thought that was the pinnacle of strength. Now, he felt that he had been far too naïve.

They finally understood why the second group had been withdrawn.

Because the children on the stage did not need them at all. Even if they went up, they would only be instantly defeated.

And they would be instantly defeated by their own people.

High in the stands, Tang Chen's gaze fell on Luo Jiuyou, then swept over the six little girls before finally stopping on Qian Daoliu.

"Old man, you hid yourself well. If I hadn't come this time, would he already have become a Titled Douluo by the next time we met?"

"Not at all. The child is merely a little more promising."

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm, but the curve at the corner of his lips could not be suppressed.

Beside him, Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back, his face practically twitching.

Tang Chen glanced at the father and son, then slapped the armrest twice with a bang. "That kid hasn't used his full strength yet, has he?"

"Ah, yes. Those two boys of mine are too weak. They need to be tempered properly."

"...I'm leaving."

Tang Chen waved toward the people from the Clear Sky Sect. No emotion could be heard in his voice, yet his retreating figure looked so desolate that he seemed to have aged ten years.

"Old Qian, until next time."

The Clear Sky Sect members supported Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, Yang Wudi, Titan, Niu Gao, and Bai He as they silently left the Soul Fighting Arena.

Today had originally been meant as a display of strength.

They had brought Tang Hao, a peerless genius seen only once in a century, to make a name for themselves at Spirit Hall.

In the end, they had failed to gain any fame and instead lost face everywhere.

Tang Chen walked at the very back. As he stepped through the gates of the Soul Fighting Arena, he paused and turned his head to look in Qian Daoliu's direction.

His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.

He crossed the threshold, and his figure disappeared beyond the door.

The Soul Fighting Arena remained quiet for a long time.

The watching soul masters stood where they were, looking at one another before slowly coming to their senses.

It was over?

It was really over?

A level sixty-five Soul Emperor had been defeated in one move by a six-year-old child?

Less than two hours had passed since the first soul fight began.

"What kind of soul ring was that golden one?"

"No idea, but it was definitely more terrifying than a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring."

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, but every few steps, they would stop and turn back to glance at the Soul Fighting Stage.

The white-haired figure had long since stepped down from the stage, yet they still felt as though that blood-colored greatsword were swaying before their eyes.

In the side hall of Pope Hall, the seven figures had barely stepped through the door when Qian Xunji followed them inside.

With his hands behind his back, his gaze swept over his seven disciples one by one. At last, he could no longer contain the smile on his face.

"Good! Good! Excellent! You've truly brought great honor to Spirit Hall today. Hahaha, especially seeing that old man Tang Chen lose his composure—it was simply exhilarating."

Bibi Dong put her hands on her hips. "Teacher, we only went onstage. We didn't even make a move."

Qian Xunji laughed. "The moment you stood there and revealed your soul rings, the other side had already lost, hadn't they? You are all peerless geniuses."

Qian Renxue tilted her head. "Father, will there be any rewards today?"

"There will! Of course there will!"

Qian Xunji waved his hand. "All of you performed very well in today's soul fight. Especially Jiuyou."

He looked at Luo Jiuyou, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "A level forty-nine Soul Ancestor, with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring as his first and second soul rings and a million-year soul ring as his third. One against five, crushing Tang Hao. Defeating a level sixty-five Soul Emperor in one move. Any one of the achievements you displayed today would be enough to shake the entire continent."

Luo Jiuyou's lips curved slightly. "Teacher, you flatter me."

"Flatter you? I'm telling the truth!"

Qian Xunji stepped forward and patted Luo Jiuyou on the shoulder. "Jiuyou, I have decided to appoint you as Spirit Hall Holy Son."

The moment those words were spoken, all seven children froze.

Bibi Dong's eyes widened. "Holy Son? What is that?"

Qian Renxue was stunned as well. "Father, you mean... Spirit Hall Holy Son?"

"That's right."

Qian Xunji nodded. "Spirit Hall Holy Son, the future heir to the Pope. His status is second only to the enshrined and the Pope, above all elders and bishops. Announce it to the world. Let the entire continent know that Spirit Hall has a Holy Son in this generation."

Ye Guyi asked softly, "Teacher... isn't this a little too early?"

"It isn't."

Qian Xunji shook his head. "With Jiuyou's talent and strength, it can only be considered late, never early. The news will be sent out tomorrow. Every branch hall under Spirit Hall must receive the order."

Na'er asked vaguely, "Then will Senior Brother be even more powerful than us from now on?"

Bibi Dong curled her lips. "He's already stronger than us!"

Qian Renxue snorted. "Eldest Senior Sister, you finally admit it?"

"I've always admitted it! You're the one who never admitted it!"

"Who said I didn't? I said long ago that Little Junior Brother was amazing!"

"You clearly said, 'He's only lucky!'"

"I didn't! You're talking nonsense!"

The two started bickering again.

Luo Jiuyou stood between them, with Bibi Dong pinching his cheek on the left and Qian Renxue tugging his ear on the right. Ye Guyi stood in front of him, covering her mouth as she laughed, while Na'er hid behind him, hopping about.

Zi JI and Bi Ji stood in the corner. One was expressionless, while the other wore a faint smile as they watched the farce.

Qian Xunji stood at the doorway, watching the scene with an even deeper smile.

Seven disciples, seven peerless geniuses.

After today's battle, the title of Spirit Hall Holy Son would spread across the entire continent.

Hehe, his reputation would definitely surpass that old man's.

The teacher of seven peerless monsters.

Just thinking about it was exhilarating.

That night, messages flew out from Spirit City toward Spirit Hall branch halls throughout the continent.

"Pope's Decree of Spirit Hall: From this day forth, Luo Jiuyou is appointed Spirit Hall Holy Son."

Before dawn, the news had already spread across half the continent.

Spirit Hall had produced a Holy Son. He was six years old.

Level forty-nine.

Two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and one golden soul ring.

One move to crush a level fifty-four Soul King, one move to defeat a level sixty-five Soul Emperor.

After this night, this name was destined to resound throughout the entire continent.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"What?!"

"Spirit Hall has produced seven peerless monsters?"

"One of them is a six-year-old level forty-nine Soul Ancestor, and his first and second soul rings are red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?"

"What kind of joke is this?!"