Qian Renxue Was Moved, Grandpa!

Black-purple soul power surged out.

The Death Spider Emperor appeared behind Bibi Dong.

The Spider Emperor stretched its hideous legs outward, and the aura of darkness and death rapidly invaded the hall.

The hard floor shattered in succession.

Cracks spread out from beneath Bibi Dong's feet.

Qian Renxue's face paled.

She had never seen such a terrifying side of Bibi Dong.

The Death Spider Emperor looked down at her, its crushing pressure leaving her almost unable to breathe.

Qian Renxue instinctively moved closer to Qian Daoliu.

Sensing her fear, Qian Daoliu raised a hand and shielded her behind him.

"Xue'er."

"Stand behind me."

"Don't be afraid."

Those two brief sentences gradually calmed Qian Renxue's panicked heart.

She raised her head and looked at Qian Daoliu's profile.

Her grandfather stood right here.

As long as her grandfather was here, Bibi Dong could not hurt her.

At the sight, the hatred in Bibi Dong's eyes deepened.

"Since you're determined to protect her, let's see just how much ability you still have, Great Enshrined!"

Qian Daoliu regarded her indifferently.

"You want to attack me?"

"You aren't qualified yet."

Golden radiance rose from within him.

The Six-Winged Angel martial soul descended once again.

Three pairs of wings slowly unfurled behind Qian Daoliu.

Pure, sacred power filled the entire Pope's Hall, swiftly purifying the aura of death that had invaded it.

The black-purple soul power around the Spider Emperor retreated wave after wave.

The pressure on Bibi Dong suddenly intensified.

Her soul power had already reached the Titled Douluo realm.

Her twin martial souls also gave her combat strength far beyond that of Soul Masters at her level.

Yet an enormous gap still separated her from a rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo.

What was more, Qian Daoliu's Six-Winged Angel inherently countered her.

Bibi Dong did not retreat.

Intense hatred had already consumed her thoughts.

Dense black-purple light gathered before her.

The Death Spider Emperor raised its legs.

The three powers of darkness, death, and corrosion rapidly converged, finally forming a black-purple longsword.

Space twisted around the blade.

Wherever it passed, even the sacred radiance was corroded, leaving a gap.

"Eternal Sword!"

Bibi Dong thrust a palm forward.

The black-purple longsword instantly tore through the air, heading straight for Qian Daoliu's chest.

Qian Renxue's breath caught.

The power contained in this longsword far exceeded her understanding.

Just one glance at it chilled her entire body.

Qian Daoliu had not moved at all.

Watching the Eternal Sword approach, he slowly raised his right hand.

The sacred radiance behind the Six-Winged Angel suddenly surged.

Beyond his original nine soul rings, an entirely new soul ring gradually appeared.

Scarlet.

Deep.

Red light of the utmost intensity illuminated the entire Pope's Hall.

Fine golden divine patterns also threaded through the soul ring.

A Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

Bibi Dong's expression changed sharply.

Her Eternal Sword had already reached Qian Daoliu.

"Suppress Evil."

Qian Daoliu spread his fingers.

The scarlet soul ring blazed in full.

Boundless sacred power converged before the Six-Winged Angel.

A beam of golden divine light shot from the angel's palm.

There was no violent collision.

Nor was there an explosion of soul power.

The instant the golden divine light touched the Eternal Sword, the black-purple blade began rapidly disintegrating.

The tip dissipated.

The blade shattered.

The powers of death and corrosion contained within it were swept away by the divine light.

Before Bibi Dong could withdraw her soul power, the divine light of Suppress Evil struck her.

"Aah!"

Pain appeared on her face.

Struck by Suppress Evil, the Rakshasa divine power hidden within her instantly went out of control.

Black-purple currents continuously poured out of her body, only to dissolve into nothingness beneath the golden divine light.

The Death Spider Emperor let out a long, piercing shriek.

The enormous martial soul phantom shattered with a crash.

Bibi Dong was sent flying backward.

She slammed into the steps before the Papal Throne, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Dust stained her sumptuous papal robes.

Bracing one hand against the floor, Bibi Dong tried to stand again.

But the sacred power left by Suppress Evil was still suppressing the Rakshasa aura within her.

The soul power she had just gathered would be dissolved by the sacred power in an instant.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand.

The Six-Winged Angel stood behind him.

The Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring rotated slowly, its pressure making the entire hall tremble continuously.

Bibi Dong raised her head and stared at that scarlet soul ring.

Two hundred thousand years.

This had already surpassed the scope of an ordinary Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

She remembered Qian Daoliu's original nine soul rings perfectly.

This scarlet soul ring had not been among them.

"Impossible..."

"When did you get that soul ring?"

Bibi Dong wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"What soul skill was that just now?"

Qian Daoliu looked down at Bibi Dong below the steps.

"Get out."

Bibi Dong's expression froze.

She was the Pope of Spirit Hall.

This was her Pope's Hall as well.

Yet now, Qian Daoliu was telling her to get out.

Bibi Dong desperately wanted to attack again.

But the sacred power still raging inside her made her fully recognize the gap between them.

Qian Daoliu had yielded to her at every turn before, not because he lacked the strength to defeat her.

He had merely been maintaining the balance between the Worship Hall and the Pope's Hall.

Now, Qian Daoliu was no longer willing to yield.

She could not withstand even a single soul skill from him.

Meeting Qian Daoliu's indifferent gaze, Bibi Dong felt fear of him arise in her heart for the first time.

She gritted her teeth and rose from the floor.

"Qian Daoliu."

"I'll remember what happened today."

Bibi Dong turned and walked out of the Pope's Hall.

Her papal robes swept over the shattered floor.

Without another glance at Qian Renxue, she soon disappeared beyond the doors.

The aura of death shrouding the Pope's Hall dispersed with her departure.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

The scarlet soul ring also merged back into his body.

He turned to Qian Renxue.

"Xue'er."

"Let Grandpa see if you're hurt."

Qian Renxue shook her head.

"Grandpa, I'm fine."

She tilted her delicate, lovely face upward, her long golden hair falling over her shoulders.

Two distinct palm prints still marked her fair cheeks.

Her bright eyes looked at Qian Daoliu, filled with admiration and dependence.

The battle just now had already been etched deeply into her mind.

In her eyes, Bibi Dong had always been the lofty, untouchable Pope.

Yet before her grandfather, the soul skill Bibi Dong took such pride in had lasted only an instant.

That Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

That sacred, majestic Six-Winged Angel.

And the sight of her grandfather's back as he stood before her the entire time.

All of it made Qian Renxue feel safe.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Unable to control her emotions any longer, she threw herself into Qian Daoliu's arms.

Qian Daoliu briefly stiffened.

He raised his hand and gently patted Qian Renxue's back.

"I'm your grandfather."

"Protecting you is what I should do."

Qian Renxue buried her face against the front of his robes.

From this day onward, she finally no longer had to face Bibi Dong alone.

A moment passed.

Qian Daoliu lowered his head to look at Qian Renxue in his arms.

"Xue'er, there's one more thing."

"From now on, you no longer need to stay undercover within the Heaven Dou Imperial Family."