Douluo Continent: Transmigrated as Qian Renxue's follower, forced to become a god

Chapter 60 Haotian Sect Renamed Mouse Cave

Qian Daoliu's fist intent seemed to have crossed space directly, instantly arriving in front of Tang Xiao.

The opponent's prized Haotian Hammer was utterly powerless against the old man's attack, and could only watch helplessly as he was sent flying by a single punch.

After all, he was still a peerless Douluo. Qian Daoliu's control over the Angelic Martial Soul and the Holy Attribute Soul Power had long since reached a level of perfection.

Just because Tang Chen was able to defeat Qian Daoliu on the ground doesn't mean that any peak Douluo can challenge him.

"I'm a little panicked." Tang Jingwei, a second-generation disciple, trembled and could barely speak. "He punched the sect leader and turned his head into a pig's head."

This was simply because the difference in their cultivation levels was too great; he couldn't even see Qian Daoliu's attack.

The old man threw at least ten punches in just two seconds.

"You're drenched in sweat, bro." Another second-generation rich kid was genuinely sweating profusely.

"Why didn't the former sect leader of Tang Chen come to save us?" another disciple whispered.

"Because he's a complete idiot!" Demon Bear Douluo cursed. "We've been waiting here for so long, and Senior Qian Daoliu hasn't attacked you directly because he wanted to see if he would come to save you."

"Don't slander Tang Chen's great-grandfather!" a third-generation descendant shouted excitedly.

"Bang—"

No sooner had he finished speaking than his right arm exploded.

"There was a mouse squeaking around, so I couldn't resist killing it." One of the Contras from the Angel Legion scratched his head; he was the captain of this operation.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Sitting on another mountain peak, Ghost Leopard Douluo clapped and cheered.

Among the three generations of disciples of the Haotian Sect, the strongest among them is currently only a Soul Emperor, while the rest are in their twenties or thirties and are basically only at the Soul Sect to Soul King level.

During the ambush preparations, he heard a passage clearly.

The five elders said that the future sect leader must obtain a 100,000-year soul ring when he reaches the eighth ring, and at the same time have the head of a Spirit Hall elder.

Are you going to let them go? Yes, you let them go before, and then they plotted to kill you in the future.

Are you pitying them? Once they catch their breath, they'll still kill you.

You want to give in? Fine, prepare for the worst. Even if you're pushed to the edge, they'll still kill you.

You might try to be friendly to them, but in their eyes, you're begging for mercy on your knees.

"I now think that instead of trying to win over or recruit the enemy, it's better to directly utilize their value. So Dugu Bo, who chose the wrong side, is doomed to die." Qian Renxue's words suddenly popped into Qian Daoliu's mind.

"Following the valid truth is the right thing to do, rather than being trapped by imagined morality or one-sided statements." Qian Renxue's little follower also appeared in Qian Daoliu's mind.

The old man stared expressionlessly at the Haotian Sect disciples who were already engaged in battle with the Angel Legion.

At this moment, the setting sun at dusk, like molten gold, stubbornly casts its glow on the horizon, creating a sunset.

The splendor of the sunset is fleeting; after its brilliance comes the long darkness.

"God Ancestor, please allow this junior to rewrite the definition of love." The old man struggled internally for a moment, then made a firm and resolute decision.

Qian Daoliu reached out and used his Angel Domain to grab Tang Xiao, who had just been injured in the lungs and internal organs, from a distance. Tang Xiao was struggling to escape.

With a blank expression, he waved his hand like a blade and cleanly severed Tang Xiao's right arm, leaving the shoulder area smooth and flat.

"Hiss—!" Tang Xiao was about to roar when Qian Daoliu sealed his mouth with his soul power.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood. According to the records of the Spirit Hall branches in various places, the Clear Sky Sect's attacks have caused at least 412 casualties among Spirit Hall staff, not to mention countless innocent civilians. As the adjudicating elder of the Spirit Hall, I cannot allow this to continue." Qian Daoliu ordered, "Angel Legion, cut off the right arms of all Clear Sky Sect disciples to appease the souls of the dead."

"Don't blame us." Nightmare Douluo chuckled. "If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for attacking the Spirit Hall and the bystanders first."

"Tang Hao, it's all that wretched son of a bitch, Tang Hao!"

Tang Xiao looked painfully at the four remaining elders who were already crippled, and the other disciples who were glaring at him and wailing. He knew in his heart that the Haotian Sect might really be doomed from now on.

Only Tang Chen and Tang Hao, who were separated from their families, remained intact.

To prevent them from going crazy...

"Report the situation here," Qian Daoliu continued, "If the Haotian Clan wants revenge, my Angel Clan welcomes it at any time. However, if more innocent people die, then we will use the lives of the direct descendants of the Haotian Sect to pay for it."

"At the same time, 98% of the Clear Sky Sect's entire treasury was moved away. All the supplies were distributed to the Spirit Hall branches in various places, and the bishops and deacons of each branch were instructed to bring the supplies to comfort the families of those who were injured or killed as a result. They were also promised that as long as one of their descendants in the third generation awakened their soul power, they could join the Spirit Hall."

These treasure troves not only contain a lot of resources, but also some soul bones left behind by the Clear Sky Sect—every sect has a few of them, and Tang Hao only has two of the most powerful ten-thousand-year soul bones.

"again……"

Qian Daoliu waved his hand: "All disciples of the Haotian Sect, begin mining rare metals in your ancestral lands, and you must submit a sufficient amount of minerals annually!"

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

This was because he also learned that Shi Yueyi could make soul tools, and making soul tools required various rare metals.

He decided to have the Spirit Hall recruit some people to try to dismantle and make these things—because Light Feather Douluo told him that even a small communication soul guide device could greatly change the current war.

Qian Daoliu did not directly ask Shi Yueyi to hand over the soul guide making techniques she knew, but instead asked Qian Renxue to inquire about the other party's intentions.

"I! I know where there are enough minerals!" Just then, a second-generation disciple of the Haotian Sect quickly spoke up, "I used to lead the disciples in mining!"

"What's your name?"

"I! My name is Tang Jingwei! I am willing to become..."

"You traitor! You sellout!" another disciple cursed angrily.

"Bang—" Then, the disciple was hit in the head by a soul skill.

However, it wasn't the Angel Legion that made the move, but Tang Jingwei. He is currently the second strongest second-generation disciple after Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, and his soul power level has reached Soul Douluo. Despite having lost an arm, he remains strong and used the soul bone skill on his left arm.

"Idiots! Our Haotian Sect doesn't need idiots!" Tang Jingwei cursed angrily. "Do we even have a choice now? If we want to survive, we have to be like me and become their friends! Good friends!"

"snort--"

Qian Daoliu didn't say anything. It wasn't surprising that this situation had occurred, since there are always spineless people out there.

But perhaps that's just how the Haotian Sect is, that's just its nature.

"at last."

Qian Daoliu glanced at the group with disdain: "I hereby declare that the Haotian Sect is removed from the list of the seven great sects and renamed..."

"A rat hole!" The Demon Bear Douluo grinned cruelly, picking up the thread. "Smash that plaque! Replace it with a brand new one!"

"I'll go!" Tang Jing jumped up excitedly. "Sir, where is the plaque you mentioned?"

Demon Bear Douluo roared, "Make it yourself! Just because you lost an arm doesn't mean you can't swing a hammer anymore?"

Tang Jingwei immediately turned around: "Tang Long! What are you glaring at me for? Gather the stones right now and make the new plaque by tomorrow morning!"

(End of this chapter)