Spirit City-the Papal Palace
The Papal Palace had always been a place of solemn discipline and imposing dignity, but today, contrary to its usual atmosphere, it was filled with an extraordinary uproar. Shouting and weeping drifted out from within from time to time.
"Elders, Revered Ones, how are my father's injuries?"
Her eyes red and tear tracks still clinging to their corners, Qian Renxue struggled to pull herself together. Early that morning, Chrysanthemum Douluo had returned with the gravely wounded, dying Pope Qian Xunji and Ghost Douluo, bringing shocking news with him.
The hundred-thousand-year soul beast Blue Silver Emperor had sacrificed herself to Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect, allowing him to break through to Titled Douluo. Then, in his madness, Tang Hao had traded injuries for deadly blows, first severely wounding Ghost Douluo before striking Pope Qian Xunji squarely in the chest with the Clear Sky Hammer, leaving him grievously injured and unconscious.
"Young miss, His Holiness the Pope's external injuries are no longer a serious concern. However..." Yao Ye, the head of Spirit Hall's medical team, was a Level 85 Soul Douluo whose martial soul was Purple Datura.
"Speak plainly." Qian Renxue's delicate brows snapped upward. My dad is practically dying, and you're still hemming and hawing.
"However, His Holiness the Pope's injuries are too severe. On the entire continent, only the nine heart begonia martial soul can heal him, and we must find its inheritor within seven days. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise, His Holiness the Pope will only be able to live as an ordinary person."
At those words, Qian Renxue could no longer hold back. Tears spilled from her bright eyes like pearls from a broken string, rolling down her cheeks and onto the floor of the Papal Palace. No matter how mature she was, she was