Douluo Continent: Holding the power of life and death, resurrecting past popes

The bright moonlight, like a silver waterfall, cascaded down from the heavens, resembling a galaxy.

The Hall of Offerings, a magnificent palace representing the highest power and majesty of the Spirit Hall.

Bathed in moonlight, it gleamed with a sacred glow and stood there majestically.

"The Hall of Offerings..." Qian Wushuang stood quietly outside the hall on the wide white jade plaza, her hands behind her back.

He looked at the palace before him, a palace so familiar that it seemed all too familiar, and a deep sense of reminiscence appeared in his profound eyes.

"I really miss this place!"

"Liu'er, I think your father has prepared a surprise for you. You'll like it, won't you?" Qian Wushuang revealed a wicked smile and walked towards the open door of the sacrificial hall.

Meanwhile, in a corner a hundred meters away, two little heads were peeking out, looking around.

"Brother, that's how great-grandfather was. He just swaggered in without even saying hello."

"Won't this scare Grandpa and the others badly?" Qian Renxue clutched Qian Renheng's clothes, her deep blue eyes filled with worry.

Late at night, a person who has been dead for over a hundred years suddenly appears in front of you.

It's your most familiar father; just thinking about that scene is terrifying.

"Don't worry, Xiaoxue. Trust in Grandpa and the others' mental fortitude. They've seen a lot in life."

Qian Renheng crossed his arms, looking like he was enjoying the show. "How could I possibly be so easily scared?"

"They were overjoyed that their great-grandfather had appeared alive and well before them."

Happy? It is indeed something to be happy about that one's own father has come back to life.

However, this joyful process is bound to be full of twists and turns.

At this very moment, just as at that very moment, inside the main hall of the shrine, beneath the sacred and majestic statue of an angel.

Seven figures, their auras as deep and boundless as the ocean, sat cross-legged, immersed in deep meditation.

Leading the group was Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, and the rest were the Six Grand Elders, each of whom possessed at least the cultivation level of a Super Douluo.

"Who goes there?!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling golden light, almost tangible, burst forth from them.

He suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing, locking onto the black figure that had suddenly appeared in the dark corner.

In the empty hall, a dark figure had appeared silently without anyone noticing.

He was hidden in the shadows, and although his face was not visible, he could clearly see the other person's long blond hair and fine clothes.

He just stood there, without releasing any soul power fluctuations, yet he still triggered a frantic warning from Qian Daoliu, the peerless Douluo, with his terrifying intuition.

He is definitely a Title Douluo with terrifying cultivation, and his strength may not be inferior to mine.

"Liu'er, it's been so long, I've missed you terribly! Your vigilance is still as sharp as ever!" Qian Wushuang said, her hands behind her back.

He emerged from the shadows, his gaze carrying a hint of kindness, slowly sweeping over the six great elders before finally fixing on Qian Daoliu.

Sensing the unfathomable and boundless soul power of Qian Daoliu, Qian Wushuang felt a surge of satisfaction.

Liu'er has not disgraced him; she has now reached the level of a peerless Douluo, the same level as him.

The other six juniors were also quite powerful, with the lowest being level 96.

"You...you...you are!!!"

As Qian Wushuang's appearance was revealed to everyone, the Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the others, who were originally ready to launch an attack, suddenly froze.

They stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at that familiar face in disbelief, their breath catching in their throats!

How could they not be familiar with that face, that unique domineering aura, that overwhelming sense of power?!

This is their eldest brother Qian Daoliu's father, and also the previous generation's Pope of the Spirit Hall, the Angel Douluo Qian Wushuang!

He was one of the two peerless experts of the Spirit Hall, a peerless powerhouse who dominated an era!

Even the oldest Golden Crocodile Douluo is nothing more than a child in front of this person.

"Is...is it you? Senior Wushuang!"

The six guardians—Golden Crocodile, Azure Phoenix, Mighty Lion, Radiant Feather, Thousand Pounds, and Demon Subduer—said in unison, bewildered.

"Father......"

The head priest, Qian Daoliu, looked at that all-too-familiar face and was struck dumb.

That fatherly authority brought tears to his eyes, and his deep affection for his child was evident in his words.

"Father, you didn't die back then?"

However, this heartwarming scene of reunion did not last even a second longer before Qian Daoliu's mind suddenly calmed down and he regained absolute rationality!

Bullshit! He witnessed his own father taking his last breath.

He personally handled everything from his father's encoffining and burial. How could his father not be dead? And still standing alive in front of him?

The only explanation is that this is definitely not his father!

Upon realizing this, Qian Daoliu's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and an unprecedented rage and killing intent arose.

He stared intently at the familiar face before him, his anger reaching its peak. He gritted his teeth and said, "My father has been dead for a hundred years!"

"How could you still be alive?! Where did you come from, you evil spirit?! How dare you impersonate my father and come to the shrine to toy with us! You have no sense of mortality!"

"Second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, sixth brother, seventh brother, what are you waiting for?!"

"This vile and evil spirit dares to openly impersonate the former Pope of the Spirit Hall and wreak havoc in our Spirit Hall!"

"His crimes are unforgivable! Follow me and crush this damned evil spirit into dust!"

"boom--"

A shimmering holy light suddenly erupted from his body, shooting straight up to the dome of the sacrificial hall and illuminating the entire night sky of Wuhun City.

The six-winged angel martial spirit was released, and it came to life. Golden feathers fell with holy light, and the martial spirit was attached to the body in a moment.

Golden six wings unfurled behind Qian Daoliu, and his expression grew increasingly sacred, but his eyes, filled with anger, remained unchanged.

He reached out and swept his hand through the air, and a holy angelic sword, burning with sacred fire and seemingly capable of purifying all evil in the world, appeared in his hand.

That is the divine artifact passed down by the Angel God, the Angelic Holy Sword!

Even if the opponent is a Soul Master of the same level as him, he will be burned to ashes in front of the Angelic Holy Sword!

Qian Daoliu was now certain that the person before him was an extremely evil and corrupted soul master.

The angelic martial soul of the Qian family is most effective against fallen soul masters, and at this moment he is wielding the divine artifact Angelic Holy Sword!

He showed no intention of testing anyone; his attack was a killing blow from the start!

The other six elders suddenly came to their senses. "That's right, how could Senior Wushuang still be alive?"

This is absolutely an extremely rare case of a Fallen Soul Master in disguise.

How dare they cause trouble in their ancestral hall and make fun of their most respected peerless senior? They're asking for death!

"Evil spirit, prepare to die!"

The most hot-tempered Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, and terrifying soul power fluctuations rippled outwards, causing the entire hall to tremble.

A phantom of a golden crocodile king, over thirty meters long, suddenly appeared behind him, its terrifying and ferocious power shaking the heavens and the earth!

Immediately afterwards—

The Azure Phoenix, a divine bird, let out a sharp cry that tore through the sky!

A blazing lion appeared, riding a sea of ​​red flames, and roared to the sky!

The Light Feather Divine Bow was instantly drawn to its full draw, exuding a chilling aura!

Two dragon-coiled staffs, each weighing over a thousand pounds, were poised to smash down!

The seven peak Douluo level experts were completely enraged by the guy in front of them and went berserk!

They unleashed their greatest power, determined to utterly destroy their opponent, for otherwise, they could not quell their hatred!

"Holy crap?!" Qian Wushuang was stunned by the scene before him and couldn't help but swear.

This script is wrong! Shouldn't he see himself, be moved to tears, recognize himself, and then ask for a hug?

Why are they all going all out right after we met, intending to grind him to dust?!

Qian Daoliu truly deserves the title of invincible in the sky. His speed is the greatest in the world. He holds the Angelic Holy Sword, and his whole body transforms into a dazzling golden light that pierces through heaven and earth.

He charged right up to Qian Wushuang, suddenly swung his sword, the holy blade pointing directly at the opponent's forehead, and made a killing move right from the start!

"You bunch..." Qian Wushuang cursed under her breath.

Even with his immortal body, he had to take the seven people who started with deadly moves seriously.

With a clap of his hands, a vast and boundless wave of terrifying soul power, faintly surpassing Qian Daoliu's, suddenly appeared, condensing into an indestructible golden shield in front of him.