The Height of Filial Piety

Qian Xunji's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily. He had been directly infected with Tang Syndrome, and he was roaring almost maniacally.

Qian Daoliu finally lost his temper and unleashed his Angel Divine Power, slashing out with all his might.

The violent sword energy Qian Xunji, causing him to crash into the cliff again.

Blood and foam spilled from Qian Xunji's mouth and nose. His bones ached all over and he was almost exhausted, but he still gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe tightly, his eyes filled with resentful ferocity.

The Rakshasa God of the Divine Realm was extremely satisfied with the mad ruthlessness of Qian Xunji in the lower Qian Xunji, who was determined to kill his own father even if it meant breaking bones and tendons.

She saw Qian Xunji's genuine sincerity; every move he made was aimed at taking lives, and there was not a trace of hesitation in his eyes regarding his good father.

This guy is determined to kill his own father, using him as the first step to begin the Divine Trial.

This impeccable pledge of allegiance completely moved the God of Evil Thoughts who only wanted to escape as soon as possible.

The thought of the Asura God's daily, punctual Asura Judgment made the Rakshasa God wish he could immediately relinquish his divine position.

"Fine, considering your outrageous filial piety, I'll lend you a hand."

After speaking, the Rakshasa God, through Qian Xunji, his successor, cast a wisp of divine thought.

A dazzling purplish-black light erupted from Qian Xunji's body, and the pressure of God Level expert swept out.

The worshippers who were about to step forward suddenly felt their bodies sink, and no matter how hard they gritted their teeth and urged their Soul Power, they could not move an inch.

Qian Daoliu also gripped the Heaven Measuring Sword tightly with both hands. Seeing Hao Da'er charging at him again, he was about to swing his sword to meet him again when Qian Xunji suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was horrified to find that the space around him seemed to have frozen, and he was unable to move his body.

After successfully imprisoning the Rakshasa Divine Sense, it quietly faded away, Qian Xunji regained control of his body. However, he knew that he had no time to hesitate; this was his final pledge of allegiance.

The purplish-black Demon Scythe vanished silently with the divine thought, and Qian Xunji once again condensed Fangtian Hua Ji, piercing through Qian Daoliu's chest with a single strike.

Crimson blood splattered everywhere...

Qian Daoliu lowered his head, looking at the halberd that had pierced his chest, then his eyes turned to Hao Da'er, who was holding the halberd, and he made intermittent gurgling sounds in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Father. If there is an afterlife, I will apologize to you again."

Qian Xunji remained expressionless, neither sad nor happy. Fangtian Hua Ji into a vortex, completely engulfing Qian Daoliu.

Just as it was about to be completely devoured, a barely perceptible stream of light flashed past from the disintegrating body of the Qian Daoliu. Even the Rakshasa God, who was watching from the Divine Realm, could not detect the slightest abnormality.

A few breaths later, the halberd dissipated, and there was no one in front of him, only a few wisps of dim golden feathers swirling and falling in the wind.

The entire valley was once again enveloped in the mournful howl of the cold wind.

Qian Xunji looked down at the blood on his hands, unsure of his own feelings.

His father was rigid to the point of being weak, far less decisive than him.

His remaining true spirit, after being devoured in his previous life, witnessed everything after his death through Bibi Dong's perspective.

The Spirit Hall publicly claimed that the Pope had been killed by Tang Hao, Qian Daoliu actually gave up because of a ridiculous gentleman's agreement, thus failing to annihilate the Clear Sky Sect.

How can someone who lacks the decisiveness to clear obstacles for future generations shoulder heavy responsibilities?

Qian Xunji muttered to herself:

"Father, you're so old, so old that even the spirit in your bones has been completely worn away."

"Do you still remember yourself in your youth, once known as the number one executioner of the Spirit Hall?"

"When they get old, they start talking about kindness and acting like good people."

"May your spirit in heaven watch over us."

Sensing the wildly surging Soul Power within his body, Qian Xunji suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh:

"Under my leadership, the Spirit Hall will surely live on this continent forever!"

"For this, I am willing to pay any price. Even if it means betraying the light, even if it means killing my father and my relatives, even if it means... I will kill any god who stands in my way!"

The wild laughter echoed and reverberated among the mountains for Jiujiu.

Having personally experienced the power of the Divine Power, what he wanted was not just to survive and preserve a faint Core Flame.

Qian Xunji's ambition was growing wildly like a wildfire.

The God Level pressure that had enveloped heaven and earth gradually dissipated as the Rakshasa Divine Sense receded.

"Qian Xunji! How dare you murder your father! You deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes were bloodshot, possessed by the Golden Crocodile King, and the worshippers behind him also had bloodshot eyes, their overwhelming killing intent pressing down.

Despite the fury of several Super Douluo, Qian Xunji remained unmoved.

The Rakshasa God Trial Mark in the center of his brow suddenly shone brightly, and the surge of Soul Power after devouring the Qian Daoliu swept across the entire mountain range.

Qian Xunji coldly looked down at the group of worshippers below, his voice echoing in everyone's ears.

"Gentlemen, esteemed guests."

"I Qian Xunji."

"He is the true Pope of the Spirit Hall! He is the true inheritor of the God's legacy!"

Those who obey me will prosper! Those who defy me will perish!

at the same time.

Gu Yue witnessed this outrageous display of filial piety.

"Oh dear... this was entirely expected."

A mocking smile played on Gu Yue's lips.

The more ambitious a piece becomes, the more it appears to the player who controls the game as a comical clown.

But ironically, it is only when such an insatiable clown frantically struggles on the chessboard of fate that the raging storms he stirs up become all the more ferocious and impressive.

He opened his palm, looking at the faint wisp of soul floating within. If the timeline he had descended to before could merge, then this could be considered a pawn; if not...

Gu Yue stretched out her body, nodding to herself inwardly. This time, she had indeed chosen a suitable chess piece.

He merely handed over a lifeline, Qian Xunji spontaneously transformed into a demon, requiring no further command.

Compared to her past life, when Bibi Dong only had eyes for Gangzi, was obsessed with love, and would threaten to Destruction the Spirit Hall and the entire continent whenever she Destruction crazy...

This ruthless, self-serving madman in front of him is clearly more suitable to be a pawn in his game.

This is humanity's savior!

Meanwhile, if we rewind a bit, when Gu Yue found Qian Xunji, Yu Xiaogang walked out of Thunder Canyon alone.

The elders and disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan ruthlessly expelled their eldest son, the sect leader's beloved son, from the family on the grounds that his Martial Soul had mutated so badly that he would never be able to break through level 30.

"A bunch of short-sighted, ignorant frogs at the bottom of a well."

Yu Xiaogang inwardly scorned the sect's foolishness.

In his view, his mind was filled with wisdom that would overturn the entire Soul Master World.

Even if his Martial Soul mutated into a pig-like, dog-like creature called Luo Sanpao, even if his Soul Power was stuck at level 29 and couldn't advance any further.

So what?

True Grandmaster rely on their intellect and their theories.

There are no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master; this is clearly a famous saying that these guys can't understand.

Those ignorant fools in the sect, instead of thinking of making him the hope of the entire clan and leading the clan to its peak based on his theories, actually disliked his low Soul Power and drove him away.

Without Yu Xiaogang's wisdom, how will the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan develop in the future?

Just wait and see. When they get thoroughly humiliated by the Clear Sky Sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the Spirit Hall, these idiots will regret it and weep bitterly, remembering how great Yu Xiaogang was.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang stumbled and fell face-first into the mud.

Countless memories flooded his mind.

Yu Xiaogang slowly sat up from the ground, casually wiping the bits of dry grass and mud stuck to the corners of his mouth, and a surge of joy welled up inside him.

"I... I've actually been reborn?"

"This Dragon God Douluo has actually been reborn!"