Douluo Continent: Peerless Angel Qian Renxue

(This part of the plot can be enjoyed in conjunction with the preceding text for a better reading experience. The chapter numbers may not match exactly across different platforms; according to the backend, it's chapters 369 to 371.)

Perhaps because of the cocoon in Qian Renxue's spiritual sea, Bibi Dong's remaining divine consciousness imprint slightly affected Bibi Dong within this projection space, making her care for Qian Renxue a little more direct.

After all, when Qian Renxue was blocked by the mist in the space-time tunnel, this cocoon played an important guiding and driving role.

"Your Holiness the Pope." Some elders who stood on the side of the Papal Palace immediately bowed slightly to Bibi Dong.

The worshippers in the main hall also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although the Papal Palace and the Hall of Worship had not yet fully reconciled at this time, they were naturally happy to see Bibi Dong take action for Young Master Qian Renxue.

Regardless, even if the Hall of Offerings and the Hall of the Pope are at odds, that's an internal matter for the Spirit Hall. These elders have to admit that before Qian Renxue reached godhood, Bibi Dong was the most suitable candidate for Pope.

Even the second and third elders supported Bibidon's candidacy for pope.

"It seems that it is the young master's other power that made the Pope feel a sense of familiarity." Beside Guangling Douluo, his friend Qingluan Douluo said softly.

After shooting and killing Dugu Bo, Guangling Douluo still drew his bowstring and precisely locked his gaze on the brow of the high-ranking titled Douluo.

"Isn't this a good thing?" Light Feather Douluo said softly. "However, to be honest, if it weren't for the existence of the young master, our Spirit Hall's younger generation might not necessarily be able to defeat the younger generation on the other side."

"Aim carefully." Qingluan Douluo patted Guangling on the shoulder. "I'll be there to back you up."

"Don't worry." Guangling Douluo drew his bow, looked up at the sky.

"Something's happened," Guangling Douluo suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Qingluan Douluo was startled. He and Guangling were good friends, and he could sense his old friend's mood from his every move. At this moment, Guangling was exuding a cold killing intent. The arrow was still on the bow, but in his heart, the arrow had already been shot.

"There's a bloody smell, a bloody smell coming from above." Light Feather Douluo stared intently, his vision far surpassing that of a typical peak Douluo, so he could vaguely see what was happening high above.

"Daddy—!" Tang San twisted his body in grief and indignation, his voice filled with endless anger and killing intent.

In his heart, Tang Hao was a towering hero, and the scene of him intimidating the Spirit Hall by taking on multiple opponents during the Soul Master Competition was still vivid in his mind.

Of course, Tang Hao's use of the Papal Palace as a threat was automatically ignored by him, just as he used the Sea God Temple as a blackmail to coerce Poseidon during the Sea God's assessment.

Qian Renxue still smiled faintly as she watched Tang San's legs twist into pretzels, kneeling in the sky, crawling in the shadows like an insect, struggling to stand up by stabbing the Trident of the Sea God into the space.

"I told you, I'm in a good mood today, even the stray dogs on the street look pleasing to the eye," she said with a smile. "So, I promise I'll make you feel a lot, a lot of pain. Don't die too quickly, or I won't have enough fun."

"You demon!" Tang San glared angrily at Qian Renxue. "Bibi Dong is a level 99, near-god level super strong expert, while my father is just a peak Douluo. Aren't you ashamed to attack like this?"

"Then why don't you summon Poseidon's soul again?" Qian Renxue wasn't angry. Instead, she calmly watched Tang San writhing and crawling, then clenched her claws into a fist.

As if in response to her movement, Tang San's intertwined legs bent in the opposite direction, pointing behind him.

Then a strange thing happened. The Trident of Poseidon, which he used to support his body, seemed to lose control, or rather, it was being summoned by Qian Renxue. It forcibly placed his right hand behind his back, and the same was true for his left hand. "The Trident! How is this possible? How could you control it?!" Tang San shouted in fear.

"Idiot, have you forgotten that you used it to attack me in the Star Dou Great Forest?" Qian Renxue smiled slyly. "I had it in my hand, you know. Hey, the Trident of Poseidon, how come it's in here—"

"What about the divine attribute? Isn't that strange?"

A tremendous fear exploded in Tang San's heart. His hands and feet were simultaneously positioned above his back, touching each other, and then bound by tough spider silk, tightly wrapped around the handle of the Sea God Trident, as if he were being suspended in a bizarre posture.

Qian Renxue stepped forward slowly, a bead appearing in her hand. This was Ah Yin's remaining divine core, which she had previously used to restore and absorb power. Now, its power had been almost completely drained, leaving only this outer shell.

"You know how to do spider web binding?"

She gently placed the divine core into Tang San's wide-open mouth.

Subsequently, as if sensing the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline and abilities within Tang San, the divine core began to absorb Tang San's divine power in reverse!

Because this divine core has been assimilated by the power of the little devil.

"Ugh—ugh—!"

You enjoy watching my daughter and I argue, don't you?

Qian Renxue was still smiling.

You like to take advantage of women's soft hearts and help them escape certain death time and time again, right?

Qian Renxue was still smiling.

"Don't let me break it." Qian Renxue patted his face, then reached behind him and ripped it open, revealing the true form of the Eight Spider Lances on the eight wings of the Sea God.

She reached out and twisted the eight spider legs one by one in the opposite direction, the joints of the legs cracking with a sound. Qian Renxue did not break them all, but instead gathered the spear tips together and bound them to his hands and feet.

"Go, let your companions see that their so-called Sea God, who they think can rival my Spirit Hall, is nothing more than a toy in my hands."

Her hands slammed into the Trident of the Sea God, and Tang San's entire body fell from the sky at that moment. However, he was still bound by tough spider silk, and his divine power was being constantly devoured and absorbed. The wings of the Sea God were also broken off.

No matter how much he struggled, he could only slam into the ground from a height of 10,000 meters like he was bungee jumping, and then be pulled up and thrown to a higher and farther place. The speed was so fast that it directly rubbed and cut through the surrounding space, and then his body turned black.

Even divine armor couldn't withstand such a powerful swing, like a dragon's tail. He was like a ball—well, like the yo-yo that children in the Sun Moon Empire would love to play with ten thousand years later—while Qian Renxue was like a magician, using Tang San and spider silk to perform magic tricks in the air. The trajectory he left behind left dark cracks that lingered for a long time.

"I was overthinking it." Guangling Douluo sighed. "So this bloody killing intent came from the young master."

"Young Master has been corrupted after all." Qingluan Douluo sighed. "I feel that the way she tied Tang San up is quite similar to a form of torture used in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace." (End of Chapter)