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

"clang--"

The angelic holy sword, burning with raging flames, pierced fiercely into the golden shield, instantly producing a deafening clang of metal against metal.

An extremely terrifying energy fluctuation spread outwards, engulfing the entire hall.

Qian Wushuang desperately tried to block Qian Daoliu's powerful attack, which was filled with rage, and was sent flying backward.

"Bang—"

Qian Wushuang stepped onto the white jade plaza, carving two trenches over ten meters long in the ground, barely managing to steady herself.

"Depend on--"

Qian Wushuang cursed inwardly, "These brats are really ruthless!"

"Evil spirit! Where do you think you're going! Today I will make you regret ever coming to the Spirit Hall, your very soul will be annihilated!"

Qian Daoliu, his hair standing on end in fury, his golden hair fluttering in the air, his six wings on his back suddenly trembled, bringing with them a sky full of golden light, and he led the six great elders out of the palace with murderous intent.

In an instant, the entire sky above the Spirit Hall was enveloped by various terrifying and dazzling soul power lights.

Various extremely powerful soul skills flew haphazardly in the air, illuminating Wuhun City as if it were daytime.

In a distant corner.

"Brother! Brother! You're still eating!" Qian Renxue looked at the scene, which resembled the end of the world, and her face turned pale with fright.

She snatched the melon seeds from Qian Renheng's hand, which he had somehow produced, and stamped her feet in frustration.

"Grandpa and great-grandpa are fighting!"

"That's six Super Douluos and one Peerless Douluo, fighting against my great-grandfather all by himself!"

"Brother, you have to think of something quick to stop them! What if Great-grandfather gets beaten to death?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renheng clapped his hands and calmly looked at the other Qian Wushuang who was being beaten in the sky.

Even if the opponent is a peerless Douluo, he cannot withstand the siege of another peerless Douluo leading six super Douluos.

He had a look on his face that suggested he was enjoying the drama, and he sneered, "What's the panic? My great-grandfather was a peerless Douluo!"

"It's not that easy to die here. Don't worry, you won't die. Even if something unexpected happens, you can be resurrected in my Realm of Death."

"Don't worry, Xiaoxue, let's continue watching the show."

"Moreover, as long as my great-grandfather reveals his Angelic Martial Soul, all misunderstandings can be resolved."

"Besides, my great-grandfather has just been resurrected; he needs to stretch his muscles, don't you think?"

Qian Renheng smiled and reassured him that he wasn't worried at all, and was even looking forward to watching the show.

Father beats son? Son beats father? Tsk tsk tsk, how exciting, and they're both peerless Douluo.

"Brother, why aren't you in a hurry?" Qian Renxue looked at Qian Renheng, who didn't seem to care at all, and sat down on the ground in anger, her chest heaving violently.

"That's what they say, but once the misunderstanding is cleared up, they'll probably come after us, the ones who started it all."

......

While the battle raged fiercely in the Hall of Worship, inside the Papal Palace located halfway up the sacred mountain...

The current Pope, Qian Xunji, was working late into the night, reviewing the numerous official documents on his desk, his face showing signs of exhaustion.

Just then, a terrifying energy surge suddenly erupted, causing the brush in his hand to snap in two.

He suddenly looked up, sensing the familiar yet furious fluctuations of soul power coming from the direction of the Hall of Worship.

"Where are Elders Kiku and Oni?!" Chihiro asked in a deep voice towards the outside of the hall.

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

Before the words had even finished, two figures appeared in the main hall. They knelt on one knee and looked at Qian Xunji respectfully.

The person on the left, wearing a long robe embroidered with various flowers, with a bewitching appearance, was none other than the level 95 Title Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan!

The person on the right, dressed in a pure black brocade robe, with a sinister face, was none other than Ghost Douluo Ghost Phantom, a level 95 titled Douluo!

"Your subordinates Yue Guan and Gui Mei greet Your Holiness the Pope!"

"What's going on at the Offering Hall?" Qian Xunji stared intently at the two of them.

His father and several uncles lived a secluded life, rarely venturing out and staying in the ancestral hall.

Logically speaking, given their combined cultivation levels, there was no one in the Douluo Continent who could force them to attack together.

But now such a huge commotion has occurred, and it's happening right here in Wuhun City, the lifeblood of their Wuhun Hall!

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing deep horror in each other's eyes.

"Reporting to His Holiness the Pope," Yue Guan's voice trembled, "the High Priests are fighting a mysterious and powerful being of unknown origin."

"The opponent's strength is terrifying. Just the fluctuation of their soul power alone made us both tremble with fear."

"He could even withstand the combined attack of the Grand Elders and others without dying. Therefore, I dare to speculate that the intruder is very likely a Peerless Douluo!"

"Peerless Douluo?" Qian Xunji frowned upon hearing this, his pupils suddenly contracting as he quickly realized the seriousness of the matter.

In this era, there are only three peerless Douluo on the continent: Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, Haotian Douluo Tang Chen, and Sea God Douluo Poseidon. Three peerless, three invincible!

When did this new Peerless Douluo appear? And how dare he single-handedly storm into the Hall of Worship?

"This person definitely has a deep-seated hatred for our Spirit Hall; he must not be allowed to live!"

"Issue the Pope's decree!" Qian Xunji suddenly stood up, his face solemn. "Sound the highest alarm bell!"

"Summon the five elders—Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Spirit Kite, Porcupine, and Serpent Spear—to accompany me to the Hall of Offerings and slay this fiend!"

"Yes, sir!"

A moment later, several streaks of light rose from the sky. Led by Qian Xunji, the seven elders of the Spirit Hall—Chrysanthemum, Ghost, Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Spirit Kite, Porcupine, and Serpent Spear—were fully armed and filled with murderous intent as they headed straight for the Hall of Worship!

......

Meanwhile, at the Baiyu Square of the Offering Hall.

"Impossible... This is impossible... This is actually an Angelic Martial Soul, a pure Angelic Martial Soul!"

Qian Daoliu, wielding the Angelic Holy Sword, suddenly lost his murderous aura and stared intently at the disheveled figure before him, whom he had knocked down from the sky with a single sword strike.

Just now, Qian Wushuang, who was being besieged by Qian Daoliu and others to no end, finally released his martial spirit.

Seven against one? These young people are bullying an old man like me, they have no sportsmanship at all!

A divine light, equally pure and even more vast than the martial spirit released by Qian Daoliu, soared into the sky.

Six wings slowly unfurled behind Qian Wushuang.

At that moment, the resonance of the six-winged angel bloodline, deeply ingrained in his bones, swept through Qiandao's entire body like a tsunami.

Appearance can be faked, martial spirit can be faked, aura can be faked, and soul power level can be faked.

However, the unique resonance of their angelic bloodlines across the world cannot be faked.

In other words, the person in front of him is his biological father, Angel Douluo Qian Wushuang!

"Liu'er...you guys are really ruthless!" Qian Wushuang said resentfully, brushing the dust off her clothes.

No matter how strong he is, he is only a peerless Douluo, not a god!

To withstand the combined attack of one peerless master and six super masters for such a long time without using one's martial spirit is truly exhausting!

Especially Qian Daoliu, that beast, wielding the Angelic Holy Sword and using the skillful Angelic Sword Technique, almost killed me with a single sword strike, even though I had just been resurrected!

"Great! Your dad just came back from the dead and wanted to surprise you, but what did you do!"

"You son of a bitch won't even call me 'Dad' more than once!"

"You've got guts! You brought six Super Douluos and just gave me a good beating right away. I almost had to send them back!"

"What are you still saying? You want to grind your father to dust? You think you've grown wings?" Qian Wushuang was getting angrier and angrier, wishing she could kick him in the chest!

"And you lot!" Qian Wushuang saw the six elders who were hiding far away, like children who had made a mistake.

"So you're saying he wasn't talking about you guys? Golden Crocodile, impressive! That crocodile tail whip, what, you trying to kill me?"

I never imagined that my once adorable Liu'er would become so easily teased after growing up to be an old man.

He unleashed a powerful attack right from the start, along with six Super Douluo at the same time, without even giving him time to explain.

Now everyone in Wuhun City knows that the Wuhun Hall was invaded tonight, and soul skills are flying everywhere.

"Father, I..."

Qian Daoliu had no way to explain his predicament. Just now, he and his six brothers almost sent their father, who had just been resurrected, back to his homeland.

What kind of nonsense is this? And how did my own father even come back to life? He didn't even give me a heads-up!

Just like that, standing right in front of me?

And it was late at night. Anyone who saw their dead father appear in front of them would suspect it was an evil spirit, right?

It wasn't his fault; it was his father's fault for not saying anything.

And what about his own father? How exactly did he come back to life? This is something that needs to be clarified.

"Um... Senior Wushuang!"

Just as Qian Wushuang was reprimanding a peerless expert and six super Douluo single-handedly, the atmosphere was so awkward it could fill a three-bedroom apartment.

The second retainer, Golden Crocodile Douluo, rubbed his hands together and with an extremely smooth, gliding step, arrived in front of Qian Wushuang with an agility that was inconsistent with his burly physique.

This scene was witnessed by Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue in the distance, who found it extremely comical.

Who would have thought that my hot-tempered, always serious-looking second grandfather would have such an adorable side?

"Is this... really our second grandfather?" Qian Renxue blinked, surprised.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Qian Renheng admired the scene before him, clicking his tongue in amazement.

If he had a cell phone, he would have recorded it. Who would have thought that the big-eyed, thick-browed golden crocodile would be so comical?

"Brother, should we go over now?" Qian Renxue asked, grabbing Qian Renheng's arm.

"What's the rush?" Qian Renheng said calmly, "Let's watch a little longer; maybe something even more interesting will appear?"

"Senior Wushuang, this is truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. I was so rude just now, so rude."

While smiling obsequiously, Golden Crocodile Douluo pointed without hesitation at Qian Daoliu, who was still in a daze.

"Senior Wushuang, if you're upset, please don't blame us. Blame your elder brother instead!"

"Just now, he confidently declared that you were an evil spirit, and he even forced us to take action!"

"He is the high-ranking official, and we are just ordinary people with little influence. We have no choice but to obey him. We have no choice but to submit to our elder brother's tyranny."

While smiling obsequiously, Golden Crocodile Douluo massaged Qian Wushuang's shoulders and back, making him look incredibly comical.

The two siblings, peeking out from a distance, saw this scene and suppressed their laughter, afraid of being discovered hiding there.

"Hahahaha!" Qian Renheng almost laughed until he cried. "His actions were all out of brotherhood, and his confessions were all in the name of his brothers. Second Grandfather is really ahead of his time."

"Exactly!"

The five guardians—Qingluan, Xiongshi, Guangling, Qianjun, and the two brothers Jiangmo—understood immediately.

They accused Qian Daoliu like chicks pecking at rice, but since the blame was all on Qian Daoliu, they were all good boys.

"Senior Wushuang, you know us well. Our admiration for you is like a never-ending river!"

"Yes, yes, Senior Wushuang, if it weren't for our elder brother using his status to intimidate us, even if we didn't recognize you, we would never have dared to lay a hand on you."

"It's all my brother's fault. If he hadn't said you were an evil spirit, I would have knelt down before you."

The six old men, whose combined age was nearly several hundred years, were now passing the buck with such ease and righteous indignation.

We did nothing wrong; the one who was wrong was our elder brother. He used his status as a high-ranking official to pressure us, and we had no choice but to obey. Senior, you are our idol! Senior, are you jealous? Let us pinch you.

These kinds of remarks, spoken by the six retainers, showed no regard for the concept of integrity.

Integrity? Can integrity really save you from getting beaten up?

"You guys..." Qian Daoliu came back to his senses and saw this group of shameless brothers. His mouth twitched wildly. So I'm a vengeful seed?

"You guys are so arrogant all the time, thinking that the world is yours and everyone else is just a piece of trash."

"Why are you so timid when you see my father?" Qian Daoliu shook his head with a wry smile, a smile playing on his lips.

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

Just then, a series of whooshing sounds rang out, and eight figures arrived in front of the offering hall.

Qian Xunji, accompanied by seven murderous Title Douluos, finally arrived at the Hall of Worship Square as if divine soldiers had descended from the heavens.

The scene before him left him bewildered: the main hall hadn't collapsed, but a large crater had appeared in the white jade plaza.

At the edge of this large pit, on a piece of rubble, sat a completely unfamiliar middle-aged man.

His father, a peerless Douluo, was being scolded by a stranger, while his six uncles, who were serving him, were either massaging his back or rubbing his shoulders. The contrasting styles were extremely stark!

They were like... that feeling... like when he made a mistake and faced his father.

"Father......"

Qian Xunji slowly approached Qian Daoliu, bowed slightly to him, and asked, "Where exactly is this place...?"

Upon hearing Qian Xunji's voice, Qian Daoliu immediately regained his usual calm and dignified demeanor.

He glanced indifferently at the elders, led by Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing, let them go back first, there's no problem here."

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji looked at the blond middle-aged man. Although he was full of doubts, he could only respectfully obey, "Yes, Father."

"You may all return. The Hall of Offerings is unharmed. Immediately lift the blockade on Spirit City and spread the word that this is..."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"

The seven elders flew away, though they could only swallow their doubts.

Even the Grand Master is like that... This person's identity must be extremely important, something they can't possibly inquire about.

After the seven elders left, Qian Xunji remained. He looked at the once arrogant uncles and felt a deep respect, even flattery, towards the blond middle-aged man.

He grew increasingly curious about this person's identity and background. Who was he? How could his father and six uncles hold him in such high esteem?