Douluo: I am Qian Xunji, not the Secret Chamber Douluo

Qian Xunji has become a god and wants to establish his own independent power. What's wrong with that?

Two gods in one household, awe-inspiring.

"I inherited the position of the Asura God, that is, the second generation of the Asura God, or the second generation Asura God," Qian Xunji stated coldly.

Pope's Palace.

Qian Daoliu is processing a mountain of documents.

The Rakshasa God, which resided within its spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, sensed the aura of the Asura God's power.

Although this aura was well controlled and mortals could not perceive it, the Rakshasa God was the one who understood the Asura God the most.

Even if it is just a divine thought, its strength is far inferior to that of the real body.

"The aura of the Asura God... no, something's not right about this aura."

The divine power of the Asura God is the blood energy of Asura, the law of slaughter.

But the divine power of the Asura God that He sensed this time was the Asura's battle intent, the law of war?

Chapter 64 Rakshasa God: That Damn High Priest of the Angel God

Alone in the office, he signs and stamps documents.

As the sun sets, the evening glow and light touch my head.

"Wait a minute, why is no one here to help me with the documents today?"

"Golden Crocodile Douluo didn't come."

"Qingluan Douluo didn't come."

"It's normal that Lion Douluo and Light Feather Douluo aren't here."

"Qianjun and Jiangmo are most likely practicing their staff techniques, so it's normal that they're not here."

"Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo, even if they came, they wouldn't be able to handle many documents."

"But why isn't even Safis here!"

Qian Daoliu scratched his head, feeling very irritable.

Without the help of this former head of the Temple of Heaven, the Platinum Bishop, to process the documents...

"Oh my god, we can't possibly handle all of these documents. One person simply can't process them all."

Qian Daoliu's eyes were lifeless as he stared at the mountain of documents piled up on his desk, documents taller than his own life.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.

"Go quickly and invite the elders who offer sacrifices," he ordered the palace guards waiting outside the door. (From the Jade Emperor's voice in Journey to the West)

These important documents are only accessible to the highest-ranking elders and the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

This is the law of our ancestors.

Soon, the Temple Knights returned.

"Reporting to the Grand Elder, all the Grand Elders and Elders have gathered at the Second Elder's house to congratulate him on his promotion to Limit Douluo."

The Temple Knight relayed the Golden Crocodile Douluo's evasive words to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu was taken aback upon hearing this.

Has Golden Crocodile Douluo's soul power broken through to level 99?

How come he didn't know about this?

And what's more, you all gathered together and didn't even invite me?

That's so unfair! Absolutely unfair!

"It seems Jin E is still angry with me about Bibi Dong." Qian Daoliu sighed and got up from his office chair.

Just because Golden Crocodile Douluo didn't invite me doesn't mean I can't insist on participating.

Qian Daoliu: I want to see if Golden Crocodile Douluo has really broken through to the Limit Douluo realm.

If that's true, then someone will be able to challenge him.

Since Tang Chen's death, apart from fighting Poseidon once, he hasn't fought against a Limit Douluo for a long time.

Within the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

The Rakshasa God huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

"Don't go over there! Don't go over there!"

"Do not proceed in the direction of the new Asura God!"

He is now devastated and powerless.

He dared not leave Qian Daoliu's body, much less leave Wuhun City, and run far away.

Qian Xunji, the Scroll King, has only been the successor of the Asura God for a few years.

Even if there is immortal spiritual energy left behind by the old Asura God for cultivation.

But to raise one's cultivation to the level of a first-level god so quickly, even if one has just entered the realm of a first-level god.

"This King of Scrolls definitely hasn't been resting properly; he's been cultivating every single day without stopping for a moment," Rakshasa God muttered to himself.

Otherwise, his cultivation speed would never have increased so quickly.

He disliked the king who was both a king and a widow.

This kind of guy doesn't contact his family.

Friends don't keep in touch.

I don't have a partner.

Without being bogged down by various trivial matters, there is plenty of time to devote to cultivation.

When one is engrossed in cultivation, it is easy to lose track of time; one closes one eye and opens it again, and one doesn't know how much time has passed. It is usually measured in years.

The residence of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"The Lord Asura God remains as wealthy and generous as ever." Safis couldn't stop smiling.

The shark fin soup, made from the dorsal fin of Little White, the king of the 100,000-year-old demonic great white shark, is delicious and refreshing, and rich in energy.

One spoonful is equivalent to a week's worth of arduous practice.

"Speaking of which, if we leave behind the Grand Master's salary and eat delicious food here, will he go berserk?" Ghost Leopard Douluo teased with a smile.

"What's there to be afraid of? Putting aside Lord Asura God, there are so many of us, why would we be afraid of him?" Demon Bear Douluo didn't care at all.

Since Qian Daoliu didn't come, there was less food to share, so everyone could have an extra portion. Why not?

There are a thousand paths to the same destination.

The door opened, and Sendou Ryu made his appearance.

The originally lively and cheerful gathering suddenly fell silent.

No one here truly welcomes Qian Daoliu's arrival.

Because of Bibi Dong's incident, the Spirit Hall became the laughing stock of the world, and everyone was dissatisfied with Qian Daoliu.

In particular, the other party protected Bibidon within the Papal Palace, shielding her from criticism.

The crowd only glanced at Qian Daoliu before quickly lowering their heads and wolfing down their food.

Everyone quickly ate the shark fin soup in their bowls and swallowed it.

For no other reason than fear of having my food stolen.

The delicacies made from the essence of a 100,000-year-old soul beast are incredibly precious and rare, truly something you can only dream of.

This is the second time Qian Xunji has shown his face, meeting Qian Daoliu face to face.

Qian Daoliu saw the silver-haired, red-eyed man next to Golden Crocodile Douluo, whose face looked exactly like his son's.

He asked hesitantly, "Are you Ji'er?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji's expressionless face instantly turned into one of disgust.

To reiterate, he disliked the term "sick child".

Qian Daoliu was overjoyed upon seeing this.

He's back! He's back! My son Qian Xunji has finally returned!

Finally, finally, finally I don't have to do the pope's job anymore!

The lavish lifestyle of elder care has finally returned.

Leisurely days of praying, fishing, and playing chess are beckoning him.

And finally, a suitable person has taken the blame and taken over Bibi Dong's position.

"My dear Ji'er, I have a request for you. Would you please marry Dong'er?"

Upon hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo showed a look of disgust on his face and his eyes were filled with contempt.