Chapter 350
Submission or Destruction
Chapter 350 Submission or Destruction
Ye Guyi calmly returned Qian Daoliu's gaze, neither humble nor arrogant: "Junior Ye Guyi, Martial Soul: Holy Angel. As for my origins, they have nothing to do with the Qian family."
"Unrelated?" Qian Daoliu's eyes flashed, and holy light surged around him. "The Angelic Martial Soul is a divinely bestowed Martial Soul passed down through generations of my Qian family! There can be no other source in this world! Speak!"
The terrifying pressure of the Limit Douluo pressed down on Ye Guyi like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down!
However, another equally vast, yet even more profound and dark pressure, like the strongest barrier, instantly blocked Ye Guyi's path, completely negating Qian Daoliu's pressure.
In the void, Long Xiaoyao, dressed in black with black hair, slowly emerged, standing between Qian Daoliu and the Beast God Pavilion members, his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferent.
"Qian Daoliu, you, an old man with one foot in the grave, want to interfere in the squabbles between the younger generation?" Long Xiaoyao's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "If you want to touch her, you'll have to get past me first."
“Long Xiaoyao, your cultivation has improved considerably in just a few days.” Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice carrying authority. “But today’s matter involves the bloodline inheritance of my Qian family. Are you sure you want to stop me?” Long Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, the same ambiguous smile on his lips: “Qian Daoliu, stop using bloodline as an excuse.”
"That little girl's angelic martial soul is pure and flawless. Although it is similar to the six-winged angels inherited by your Qian family, their origins are different. To make a move now would be nothing more than bullying others and making a fool of yourself." Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered.
How could he not see the subtle difference between Ye Guyi's Holy Angel Martial Soul and the Qian family's inheritance? The Qian family's six-winged angels possessed a sharp sense of judgment and ruling in their holy light, while Ye Guyi's holy light leaned more towards purification. Although both were sacred, their paths were different.
But it was precisely because of this that he was even more alarmed—could there truly be a second path to inherit the bloodline of angels in this world? "This woman is of great importance; I must find out the truth," Qian Daoliu said resolutely. "Long Xiaoyao, step aside."
"I don't want to fight you today, but if you insist on stopping me..."
"Then let's fight." Long Xiaoyao interrupted him, a hint of battle-hungry excitement flashing in his eyes. "Perfect, it'll be good for me to stretch my muscles with you."
Before he finished speaking, nine soul rings slowly rose from beneath Long Xiaoyao's feet—black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red!
A soul ring configuration of six black and three red.
Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment, and nine spirit rings rose from beneath his feet—black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red!
The combined pressure of the spirit rings of the two Limit Douluos caused all the Title Douluos below to feel their spirit power flow sluggish, and those below the Soul Saint level collapsed to the ground, unable to even stand up.
Just as a major battle was about to break out, Ling Han suddenly spoke.
"Seniors." His voice wasn't loud, but it strangely rang out clearly amidst the clash of auras between the two Limit Douluos. Qian Daoliu and Long Xiaoyao both looked at him at the same time.
Ling Han took two steps forward and stood in front of Ye Guyi, facing Qian Daoliu directly: "Grand Elder, today is a feud between the Spirit Hall and my Beast God Pavilion. If the Grand Elder wants to interfere, it means that the Spirit Hall and my Beast God Pavilion are going to war."
"Are you... sure you want to do this?" Qian Daoliu's eyes narrowed. Ling Han continued, "In today's battle, fifteen Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall took action, and everyone saw the result."
"Pope Bibi Dong has been defeated twice, Ghost has fallen, five elders have died, Golden Crocodile Lion is seriously injured, and all the other titled members are wounded. As for my Beast God Pavilion..." He turned to the side, gesturing to the people behind him, "We are all ready to fight again. Ye Guyi is able to restrain the undead, and Senior Long Xiaoyao will be in charge." "If we were to truly wage a full-scale war, Grand Elder, what are your chances of winning?" Every word was clear and calm, yet each one was piercing to the heart.
"Are you threatening me?" Qian Daoliu's voice grew colder.
“You can take this as a threat!” Ling Han retorted. “The Grand Elder has protected the Spirit Hall for a hundred years, and surely he wouldn’t want to see it destroyed.”
"Today's events were started by your Spirit Hall Pope, who tore off the mask first and tried to kill my Beast God Pavilion," Qian Daoliu said. "What do you want?" Ling Han replied, "Join the Beast God Pavilion, and this matter will be over. Otherwise, there is no need for the Spirit Hall to exist."
A holy light surged around Qian Daoliu, and his eyes, which had seen countless vicissitudes of life, were now filled with turbulent emotions. He stared intently at Ling Han, as if trying to see through this young man who was only around twenty years old.
Threat? No, this is a blatant, overt scheme.
Ling Han gave him the choice, but blocked all his escape routes.
To give up and allow the Spirit Hall to join the Beast God Pavilion? The Spirit Hall's millennia-old prestige and independence would vanish. How could Qian Daoliu, who had protected it for centuries, personally hand it over to another's forces?
War? Just as Ling Han said—Ghostly figures have fallen, five titled figures are dead, Golden Crocodile Lion is seriously injured, and the rest of the titled figures are all wounded, their morale has collapsed.
Meanwhile, on the Beast God Pavilion's side, Wang Qiu'er and Xue Qinglan, though weakened, still possessed considerable fighting strength. Long Xiaoyao's aura remained as still as an abyss, while veteran powerhouses like Chen Xin and Gu Rong were watching with predatory eyes. And then there was Ye Guyi, the Holy Angel who was naturally able to counter dark undead...
Not to mention Ling Han himself. This young man stood on the edge of the battlefield from beginning to end, his breathing steady, his eyes frighteningly calm. What other trump cards did he have up his sleeve? Nobody knew.
Qian Daoliu's gaze swept across the area below.
Bibi Dong slumped amidst the ruins, her purple-gold papal robes tattered and stained with blood. Her once exquisitely beautiful and majestic face was now ashen, her eyes vacant, as if her faith had crumbled. She had lost, not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of scheming and pride.
Golden Crocodile and Lion were carried aside by the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters for treatment; their breaths were weak, and they remained unconscious. Qianjun and the Demon-Slaying Brothers supported each other, their faces devoid of their former arrogance, only showing the relief and dejection of surviving a calamity.
Yue Guan clutched the remnants of the ghost's robe, utterly dejected. The other elders and retainers, all wounded, their eyes gleaming, had lost all will to fight.
Morale has been lost, and the army is in disarray.
Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel the subtle gazes of the remaining elders in the Hall of Worship behind him. He could feel the fearful and uneasy stares of countless Soul Masters and commoners throughout the entire Spirit City.
A century of protection, is it really going to be destroyed today?
(End of this chapter)