Douluo Palace

Qian Xunji and Yu Xiaogang followed the group.

Qian Xunji flew straight past everyone and settled just behind Bibi Dong's left shoulder, keeping close to her.

Yu Xiaogang ran to the back of the group, panting. He looked around, wondering where he ought to stand.

When the others saw that the dim-witted young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had followed them, they found it irritating. But since he had come with the Eighth Worshipper, they did not drive him away.

Yu Yuanzhen was furious. He turned and glared at Yu Xiaogang as he ran toward the crowd, veins bulging as his fists clenched.

How does that bastard have the nerve to follow us? Hasn't he embarrassed himself enough?

If this weren't the wrong place for it, I'd beat Yu Xiaogang senseless, drag him back to the clan, and lock him up for a few years. Then he could stay put and give me a grandson.

And what is Yang Tian playing at? Why did he bring Xiao Gang here? Is he using Xiao Gang to humiliate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan again? Damn that Yang Tian!

"I hope that bastard doesn't cause me any more trouble!"

With that thought, Yu Yuanzhen glanced back at Yu Xiaogang again.

But Yu Xiaogang showed no shame or humiliation at all. He looked downright smug—even superior, as though everyone around him was beneath him!

Has the boy really lost his mind? How can he be so pleased after barking like a dog?

Does he have some strange kink? Does he want Bibi Dong to train him? And is he an exhibitionist too? Does he enjoy being humiliated in public?

Hiss... How did I never notice he had those tastes?

Yu Xiaogang caught his breath after rejoining the group. He jumped to see ahead, but he was too short to spot Bibi Dong and felt a pang of disappointment.

He soon recovered and cast a disdainful look at the people directly in front of him.

Like him, they stood at the back of the crowd. Most represented minor families or sects and were early-stage Soul Douluo. A few Soul Saints were mixed in, likely attending on behalf of their clan leaders or sect masters—or invited because their families had some other advantage.

Yu Xiaogang looked down on them.

They're only Soul Saints and Soul Douluo. I'm about to take charge of Spirit Hall and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. When that happens, they'll all respectfully call me "Grandmaster" and obey my every command like lapdogs. And if any of them refuse... I'll send that Eighth Worshipper. He's a bit stupid, but he gets things done.

That'll keep him away from Dong'er, too. He won't spend all day following her around.

Yu Xiaogang felt a twinge of jealousy. He could tell the Eighth Worshipper was very close to Bibi Dong.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he grew. He looked down on the people around him even more. They did not deserve to walk beside him; he ought to be ahead of them!

Even if I can't walk beside Dong'er, I should at least be in the same row as Father!

I can show these petty families and sects who I am! Make an impression! Win back some of the reputation I lost barking like a dog!

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back again and adopted the bearing of a Grandmaster.

Then he squeezed toward a gap between two people ahead.

The two felt something pushing between them and turned to look. Wasn't this the dim-witted young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who had barked like a dog?

Why couldn't he just stay at the back instead of shoving his way through?

The procession already had its order, and the narrow road left little space between people.

Now some idiot had appeared and started pushing through the gaps.

One Soul Douluo's temper flared. He no longer cared that Yu Xiaogang was Yu Yuanzhen's son. The man was a fool; Sect Master Yu probably would not mind. Besides, the fool had shoved him first.

So the Soul Douluo thrust out his backside. With barely any effort, he sent Yu Xiaogang flying.

"Ah—!"

Yu Xiaogang tumbled several times after being knocked away and cried out in shock.

"You!"

Lying on the ground, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and pointed at the Soul Douluo.

The Soul Douluo glanced back without interest, then turned away as though nothing had happened.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to explode, but he remembered that Dong'er was up ahead. He could not lose his composure. He got up, brushed off his clothes, and followed with a sour face.

Inwardly, though, he seethed at the Soul Douluo's lack of respect.

This time, he knew better than to keep pushing forward.

Nearly everyone present was a Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, or Titled Douluo, so they moved quickly.

In just ten minutes, they reached the summit, where the magnificent Douluo Palace came into view.

More than ten Soul Saints stood guard on each side of its entrance. The two guards closest to Douluo Palace were even Soul Douluo!

These were members of Spirit Hall's Angel Legion, all Soul Saints or Soul Douluo capable of flight.

The sight left everyone marveling at Spirit Hall's strength. These guards alone could wipe out most families and sects on Douluo Continent.

Even among these supposed leaders of the continent, few could withstand them.

The Soul Saints and Soul Douluo who had come merely to enjoy themselves and see the sights reined in their auras and grew serious.

The group followed Bibi Dong into Douluo Palace in orderly fashion.

As soon as they entered, they saw the Angel God Statue standing several meters tall at the center. Noble and elegant, it radiated a sacred aura that washed over them like a spring breeze, as comforting as nestling in their mothers' arms as children.

They felt their tension melt away and their restless hearts grow calm. Their reverence for Spirit Hall and the legendary Angel God deepened.

Even the members of Sword-Bone Pagoda, Yu Yuanzhen, and Tang Xiao, who had been here before, felt much more at ease.

Ning Fengzhi had come here with Qian Xunji only days ago and witnessed this sight, yet it still awed him.

The awe came not from the grandeur of the statue or the building, but from the reverence that reached straight into his heart.

He looked up at the Angel God Statue and faced its sacred aura, his resolve in his choice growing firmer.

Beneath the Angel God Statue, Qian Daoliu had been waiting for some time. The other six Worshippers stood to either side.

These were Spirit Hall's Seven Worshippers, all of them Super Douluo.

Qian Xunji, who had followed Bibi Dong inside, walked over to the seven and took his place beside Jiang Mo.

After all, he was the Eighth Worshipper now.

At their head, Qian Daoliu surveyed the crowd with displeasure.

For one thing, they were late. At such an important occasion, they had made him wait? Made the great Angel God wait?

More importantly, this was the great Douluo Palace, home to the great Angel God Statue!

Most of the people before him would never have had the chance to enter and pay their respects to the Angel God in their lifetimes.

Even if they became Titled Douluo, they would likely enter only once, when Spirit Hall bestowed their titles upon them.

Ordinarily, even the other Worshippers had to notify him before entering.

At the thought, he shot Qian Xunji a look. It was all his damned son's fault. Now just anyone could enter Douluo Palace and gaze upon the great Angel God.

Qian Daoliu's gaze swept to the back of the crowd, where he spotted a young man with a crew cut, hands braced on his thighs as he panted.