Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 141 Bibi Dong is going to the City of Slaughter

Before Yu Xiaogang could come to his senses, he felt a mountain-like pressure falling on his head.

The Demon Bear Douluo waved his big hand like a palm-leaf fan lightly, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Get out of here, you piece of trash!"

The voice of Demon Bear Douluo was like a muffled thunder, exploding in Yu Xiaogang's ears.

He had long been disgusted with this loser who took advantage of the saint. If Bibi Dong had not repeatedly valued him and protected him, he would have slapped the toad to death.

Yu Xiaogang fell heavily on the stone road, and the rough ground rubbed several holes in his gray cloth gown.

He rolled around awkwardly for a few times before stopping. His elbows and knees were burning with pain, and he must have been scratched.

"Cough cough..."

Yu Xiaogang coughed violently, and a bloody taste rose in his throat.

Pedestrians around avoided the scene, and some vendors even covered their mouths and laughed.

Those looks stabbed into his heart like a knife.

He struggled to get up, not daring to stop, and limped out of the city.

Every step he took caused piercing pain in his knees, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

If a Titled Douluo were to attack him, he should run away quickly. His life was at stake.

When they reached the city gate, Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't hold on any longer. He slid down to sit on the ground against an old locust tree and rested.

With trembling hands, he took out the treasured notebook from his pocket.

There were a few big words written on the cover: "Ten Core Theories of Martial Soul".

Below the big characters, there is also an author's signature: Yu Xiaogang.

"I was so excited and wanted to share my theoretical findings! Humph!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice suddenly rose, scaring a sparrow in the tree so much that it flew away.

For a moment, he flipped open his notebook, and the papers rustled.

He wanted to take revenge and vent his anger by doing something that would make Bibi Dong heartbroken.

But looking at those densely packed handwritings, his movements softened and he couldn't bear to do it.

He studied this information for a whole year and consulted almost all the books in the Spirit Hall.

Those theories that took countless nights to write down (chao) and (xi) seem so ridiculous at this moment.

Yu Xiaogang's mind kept replaying Bibi Dong's cold eyes and the words: "You are far inferior to Yu Xiaolie."

"What do you mean! Why do you say I'm so much worse than Yu Xiaolie! In terms of talent, he's not even as good as me!"

Yu Xiaogang always remembered that Yu Xiaolie's innate soul power was lower than his.

Very puzzled, he punched the tree trunk.

A gust of wind blew, and the locust tree leaves rustled, as if mocking his arrogance.

A moment later, Yu Xiaogang took out an orange from his arms.

This was the variety he had selected after searching for orange trees for many days and tasting all the flavors. It was golden in color, with thin skin and was very juicy.

I originally wanted to wait for Bibi Dong to come back and give her a surprise.

Unexpectedly, she wasted one, but luckily there was still one left.

"Ah……"

Yu Xiaogang smiled bitterly and slowly peeled the orange.

The juice from the orange peel splashed onto his wound, and the sour and refreshing feeling accompanied by a stinging pain made him gasp.

"Spirit Hall... Bibi Dong..."

He muttered these two names, and his eyes gradually became sinister.

Although he didn't know what had happened, he knew that he would have to wander around the world alone again.

Without Bibi Dong's support, Yu Xiaogang, who was used to being free and easy in Wuhun City, was still a little at a loss.

Still holding a trace of reluctance in his heart, he suddenly stood up and patted his dusty clothes.

He took one last look in the direction of Wuhun City and turned to leave.

……

Wuhun Temple.

In the huge papal palace,

Bibi Dong was kneeling in the main hall, facing Qianxunji.

But her back was straight, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Qian Xunji sat upright on the Pope's chair, looking down at the disciple he had personally trained. His expression was filled with a hint of relief and a hint of worry.

"Have you really made up your mind? Are you really going to the Slaughter City?"

Bibi Dong didn't look up, her tone was flat but extremely firm.

"Teacher, don't you always want me to practice hard?"

Qianxunji narrowed his eyes.

Of course he knew why Bibi Dong suddenly wanted to go to that damn place.

It seems that Yu Xiaolie is now like a thorn, which has deeply penetrated into Bibi Dong's pride.

Bibi Dong can be said to have had smooth sailing since she was a child. In addition to the quality of her martial soul and her talent field, she also has the innate advantage of twin martial souls, which allows her to stand in the clouds and look down on all living beings.

But after meeting Yu Xiaolie, she fell down and was in a terrible state.

But now, the saint's pride was aroused again.

"Okay, then let Elder Demon Bear escort you there."

Qianxunji pondered for a long time before waving his hand, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

It's better to have some stimulation than to think about that loser Yu Xiaogang all day long.

Bibi Dong finally raised her head.

The light from the setting sun shone through the window and fell on her face, making her purple eyes look like burning glass.

She stood up slowly, her long skirt brushing the ground, bringing up a slight breeze.

Bibi Dong thought secretly:

Yu Xiaolie, I will follow your path and experience everything you have experienced.

One day, you will appreciate me too!
She swore word by word in her heart, with a strong desire to fight.

After Bibi Dong left, Qianxun stood up quickly.

His eyes moved and he immediately walked behind the mountain.

There is also a magnificent hall there, which is the Hall of Worship, where all the major worshippers of the Spirit Hall live.

When Qianxun quickly pushed open the heavy gilded door, a solemn and cold feeling hit her face.

Unlike the luxurious Papal Palace, this place is empty and almost desolate.

But no one would doubt that the foundation here is stronger than the soul master power possessed by any country.

The towering dome is painted with a mural of a six-winged angel descending, and its golden wings seem to be about to break through the dome and fly into the sky.

In the center of the hall, a huge angel statue stood on the altar, with its holy face lowered, looking down at Qianxunji with compassion.

Qianxunji's footsteps were particularly clear in the silence.

He walked to the statue, lifted his clothes and immediately knelt down, resting his forehead on the cold ground. His voice sounded extremely pious:
"dad."

After a long while, an old but majestic voice came from behind the statue:
"What's the matter?"

The voice seemed to come from far away, with a hint of impatience, as if Qianxunji's appearance had disturbed some sacred ceremony.

Qian Daoliu does not have much affection for his useless son Qian Xunji.

Originally, when Qian Xunji awakened the six-winged angel spirit, Qian Daoliu had extremely high expectations for him, and even imagined that he could break through level 100 and surpass the Ultimate Douluo of Haotian Sect.

With the starting advantage of an angel martial soul with an innate full soul power of level 20, Qian Xunji is indeed very capable.

His cultivation speed is extremely fast, and he is the best among people of the same age.

Unfortunately... he only awakened the fifth level of the Angel God, and was not even as good as Qian Daoliu.

The huge gap made Qian Daoliu's attitude towards him become cold, thinking that he had brought shame to the Angel God and wasted the innate level 20 soul power bestowed by the Angel God.

Qian Xunji's back stiffened, and he also knew why his father had always disliked him.

He always felt awe and even fear towards his father.

So he often worked hard in order to become a qualified successor.

You know, Qian Daoliu, as the chief priest of the Spirit Hall and a ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo, can even be said to have one foot in the realm of god.

There is nothing in this world worth his nostalgia. He only hopes that his son Qianxunji can carry forward the six-winged angel.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it, but his descendants might be able to.

After a long while, Qianxunji said tentatively: "Dad, I think..."

"what?"

Qianxunji took a deep breath, his voice unconsciously lowered a few notes, and then he said carefully:
"I wonder if I should pass on the Seraph Martial Spirit as soon as possible?"

(End of this chapter)