Inside the hall.
Qian Chenming slowly rose to his feet.
He stepped out of the shadows and stood in the doorway. Looking at the enshrined elders outside, poised for battle, he curled his lips into a meaningful smile.
"You unfilial son, is this how you treat your old man?"
Qian Daoliu's face was livid, his hands trembling. "Who exactly are you? Why did you dig up my father's grave?"
"And why are you impersonating him?"
Qian Chenming did not answer.
He merely raised his hand.
A golden flame burned quietly in his palm.
At the sight of that flame, Qian Daoliu shuddered.
That was...
Angel God’s Divine Fire?
Only the direct bloodline of the Qian Family could possess Angel God’s Divine Fire.
Fake.
It had to be fake.
Gritting his teeth, Qian Daoliu said each word distinctly, "All enshrined elders, heed my command. Join me in slaying this fiend!"
His words rang out.
The other five enshrined elders were fine; only Golden Crocodile Douluo was somewhat stunned.
As an old man from the same era as Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo had naturally met the former Supreme Pontiff, Qian Chenming.
And so, at that moment.
Looking at the face before him, identical to Qian Chenming's.
He could not help being struck speechless. No wonder Big Brother was so alarmed just now.
If his own father suddenly climbed out of his grave...
He would panic too.
By then, Qian Daoliu had already taken the lead and moved.
As a Peerless Douluo, he moved with the crushing force of thunder.
A golden Angel Martial Soul unfurled behind him, its six wings spreading as holy light illuminated the entire Worship Hall.
"No matter who you are."
His voice was icy, and a blazing orb of Angel God’s Divine Fire had already gathered in his palm. "You dared desecrate my father's remains. You must die!"
Before his words had faded, his figure flashed, and he appeared before Qian Chenming.
He struck down with his palm.
Even the air twisted beneath that blow.
Yet.
Qian Chenming merely raised one finger as all his Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet.
Bang!
Qian Daoliu's palm strike, powerful enough to shatter mountains, was stopped just like that.
Waves of force surged, driving the surrounding enshrined elders back.
Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted sharply.
Impossible.
He had used seventy percent of his strength in that strike.
Even a Peerless Douluo could not have taken it so effortlessly.
"My dear boy."
Qian Chenming's voice was calm. "Is that all you can do?"
Qian Daoliu's face was livid. He wasted no more words.
He formed a seal with both hands, and the Angel Martial Soul behind him abruptly swelled.
All six wings beat together, and golden flames surged out like a tide.
"Angel Domain!"
Golden light enveloped the area.
The surrounding temperature soared, and the ground began to melt.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others retreated again, their eyes filled with horror.
This was the Great Enshrined's all-out strike.
Qian Chenming merely smiled.
He raised his right hand and said softly, "I have an Angel Domain too."
No, it should be called the Divine Envoy Domain.
His words fell.
An even purer golden radiance erupted from within him.
That light was more dazzling and more scorching than Qian Daoliu's.
And more holy!
Before that radiance, Qian Daoliu's Angel Domain actually began to dissolve like ice and snow meeting fire.
"How is this possible..."
Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically.
He could feel his Angel Martial Soul trembling.
It was absolute suppression in terms of rank.
Then Qian Chenming slowly raised his hand. A golden flame rose from his palm, purer and fiercer than Qian Daoliu's.
Moreover.
The faint silhouette of a sword lay within the flames. At the sight of it, Qian Daoliu shook violently.
"The Angel Holy Sword..."
Even his voice trembled.
Because this Angel Holy Sword was different from the one he used. It was, without question, a divine weapon that only the Angel God could wield.
How was this possible?
How could it appear in the hands of someone who had already died?
"No, this isn't right."
Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing his shock. "You must have used some evil art!"
"You wretched fallen one! You dared impersonate my father. You have already given me cause to kill you!"
He attacked again.
This time, with all his strength.
The golden angel behind him turned into a streak of light and charged straight at Qian Chenming.
Qian Chenming merely closed his hand lightly.
The sword's silhouette within that golden flame abruptly solidified.
A holy sword, golden from end to end, appeared in his hand.
Holy radiance flowed over its body, and ancient runes were engraved on its blade.
Qian Chenming swung it casually, sending a golden blade of light slashing out.
Before that sword light, Qian Daoliu's all-out strike was as fragile as paper.
Boom!
Qian Daoliu was blasted backward and slammed hard into the Worship Hall's wall.
Cracks spread across the wall.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Big Brother!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they immediately attacked.
Qian Daoliu roared as he, too, struggled to his feet, staring fixedly at the Angel Holy Sword in Qian Chenming's hand before unleashing a soul skill.
Angel Holy Sword? It had to be an illusion. He, Qian Daoliu, would never believe it.
"Die, fallen one!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo bellowed, and all nine of his Soul Rings lit up at once.
His Seventh Soul Ring shone. His body abruptly expanded, golden scales covering him as he transformed into an enormous golden crocodile.
Azure Luan Douluo spread his wings, and azure flames soared into the sky.
Light Feather Douluo drew the longbow in his hands. Five arrows of light formed simultaneously, their tips aimed straight at Qian Chenming.
The brothers Jiang Mo and Qian Jun exchanged a glance and attacked together. From the left and right, two Jiang Mo Pestles smashed down with crushing force.
Mighty Lion Douluo roared, his body human and his head a lion's, his golden mane burning like flames.
The Six Great Enshrined attacked at once.
The entire Worship Hall trembled.
Qian Daoliu stood behind them, staring fixedly at Qian Chenming. He wanted to see just how long this "father" could hold out.
Yet Qian Chenming simply stood where he was.
He did not even move.
But although his face showed no panic, inwardly, Qian Chenming was scared to death.
Had he taken this too far?
Why did every one of them look at him like he had killed their father?
Especially his dear boy, Qian Daoliu, whose rage made his hair bristle, looking like a demon.
Although he, Qian Chenming, had received an epic-level enhancement, he could not possibly withstand attacks from one Peerless Douluo and six Super Douluos.
To withstand this, merely having four Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings would probably not be enough.
With that thought, Qian Chenming immediately rose into the air and flew out of the cramped Worship Hall.
Using the advantage of altitude, he temporarily established a standoff with the Six Great Enshrined, thereby avoiding being mobbed in a head-on clash.
Then Qian Chenming looked calmly at Qian Daoliu, who had followed them out, and said with a smile:
"Enough, Little Liu. Have you still not recognized your father?"
He looked down at Qian Daoliu on the ground, a measure of teasing and fatherly affection in his eyes.
Fortunately, he had inherited all of Qian Chenming's memories. Otherwise, playing the emotional card now really would have been difficult.
"Little Liu..."
The murderous intent in his eyes faded somewhat. Having just stepped out of the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu could not help looking dumbfounded.
This was the childhood nickname his father had often called him.
How did the person before him know it, and how could he say it so affectionately?
Qian Daoliu truly struggled to keep his composure.
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