: I hope she won't end up like her father?

The two had just stepped out of the main gate of the Papal Palace and arrived at a deserted mountain near Wuhun City.

Qian Daoliu's body surged with golden light, and his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul unleashed its power. Six golden wings spread out, beautiful and holy, and golden light shone down, each ray carrying the attributes of purification and holiness.

The angelic holy sword materialized from the void, its surface shimmering with golden light and imbued with divine attributes.

Bibi Dong's face darkened. Because of her martial soul, she naturally disliked the light attribute. Coupled with the Qian Xunji incident, she harbored even greater hatred for the owner of the six-winged angel martial soul.

Bibi Dong also activated her martial spirit. The moment the martial spirit possessed her, she transformed from the aloof and beautiful pope into a "monster"...

Bibi Dong's skin was covered with a faint, eerie purplish-black layer, and her upper body was completely covered with a layer of purplish-black armor, with her face hidden by a piece of shell.

Even more appalling was the fact that four small eyes grew out of its two eyes, and its lower abdomen had become a sphere. Eight thick, jet-black spider legs burst out of its body, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, their tips flashing with a chilling light, and each one exuding a highly toxic aura that corroded everything.

The two sides clashed.

The deadly poison swept out like a tidal wave, the spider legs tore through the air, Bibi Dong fought with all her might, her soul power pushed to the limit, every strike was a desperate killing move, and the Rakshasa divine power surged.

However, the elemental advantage is like an insurmountable barrier.

The divine power of the six-winged angel naturally suppresses Bibi Dong's Death Spider King and Soul Devouring Spider King martial souls.

Bibi Dong's deadly poison was dissolved by the golden light, her mental attack was blocked by the holy light, and even her spider legs, which were flashing with a cold light, were no match for the angelic holy sword imbued with divine attributes.

In addition, Qian Daoliu's profound soul power accumulated over a century and his experience honed through countless battles made each move relentlessly pressing forward.

Bibi Dong felt increasingly constrained as the fight progressed, with her power being steadily suppressed by her opponent in every clash.

She gritted her teeth and endured it, her blood surging and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but she still couldn't stop the six-winged angel who was as blazing as the sun.

In the end, they still lost!

Qian Daoliu pierced through Bibi Dong's Spider Queen defense with a single sword strike. The holy sword stopped an inch in front of her throat, its golden light gleaming, but it did not fall.

He looked at Bibi Dong's pale yet still stubborn face, filled with resentment and hatred, and slowly sheathed the Angelic Holy Sword.

A barely perceptible sigh flashed across his weathered eyes.

You lost.

Qian Daoliu left only one sentence, turned around to protect the person, and left straight away.

The two golden figures gradually disappeared into the distance. Bibi Dong stood frozen in place, her teeth clenched so tightly they almost broke, her heart filled with boundless hatred.

Thousands of families!

It's that damned Senka again!

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Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue returned to the Papal Palace and headed towards the hidden secret chamber.

Qian Renxue's steps were light and almost joyful, her long golden hair fluttering gently with each step, her eyes filled with anticipation and happiness.

Just thinking about seeing the person she had been longing for day and night made her heart race and her cheeks flush. All the panic and anxiety she had felt before turned into the sweet anticipation of their reunion.

Qian Daoliu took in his granddaughter's appearance, his brows furrowing involuntarily, a hint of melancholy crossing his face.

He had already decided that once he brought the person out, he would give that guy who dared to steal his granddaughter's heart a good talking-to, or even intimidate him, so that the other party would understand the difference in their status, behave himself, and gradually distance himself from Xiaoxue.

Reaching the dark wall where the secret chamber was located, Qian Daoliu raised his hand and pressed it gently against a specific stone pattern.

Suddenly, a dull creaking sound of machinery turning filled the air.

"Click, click!!"

The heavy stone wall slowly shifted inward, revealing a deep, dark passage that seemed to have no end.

Qian Renxue immediately took the lead and rushed into the passage.

Qian Daoliu sighed helplessly and could only follow immediately.

The only sound in the long tunnel was the echo of their footsteps. She walked faster and faster, almost jogging.

Finally, after passing through the tunnel, they arrived at the deepest, sealed room.

As soon as the door was pushed open, in the dim light, Qian Renxue immediately saw the thin, frail figure leaning against the headboard.

Ah Yuan!

Qian Renxue's eyes brightened, and she quickened her pace, no longer caring about being dignified and reserved. She almost ran over and hugged you tightly.

Her soft, warm body carried a faint, youthful fragrance, and her strength was so great it felt like she wanted to knead a person into their very bones.

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Qian Daoliu followed closely behind and entered the secret room. As soon as he looked up, he saw his beloved granddaughter rush over without hesitation and hug her tightly, refusing to let go.

His face darkened, and he was about to explode!

But this anger suddenly froze in mid-air when he finally saw what you looked like.

Qian Daoliu was stunned.

Although Fang Yuan's eyes were calm and composed, and his temperament was as aloof as jade, he clearly possessed a composure and demeanor far beyond his years. However, his face was too youthful, and his figure was still quite small. His entire being clearly proclaimed one thing—you are still just a child!

Qian Renxue, on the other hand, was already a graceful and beautiful seventeen-year-old girl.

I saw a golden-haired angel girl, as radiant as the sun, excitedly holding a child who looked quite young.

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, but swallowed back the rebuke that was about to come out.

He stood silently in place, his weathered eyes now even more weathered and complex.

He should have been the one questioning the other party, but at this moment, he felt inexplicably dazed, and even a ridiculous thought arose in his mind—

So... who really suffers the loss?

Years of rational morality were clashing wildly with his granddaughter's genuine joy, causing this nearly century-old Limit Douluo to fall into an indescribable hesitation for the first time.

Surely my granddaughter won't be like her father?

Back then, Bibi Dong lost both her parents at a young age, joined the Spirit Hall, and was taken in and raised by Qian Xunji. And then...

Qian Daoliu's eyes became even more complex and weathered, and for a moment, his gaze toward Qian Renxue became somewhat strange.

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Fang Yuan, who was being held tightly in Qian Renxue's arms, felt a tightness in his chest and found it difficult to breathe.

The girl's embrace was too warm and incredibly strong, so tight that he was slightly suffocated and could only move slightly, trying to break free a little.

However, Fang Yuan was more concerned about Qian Daoliu's unfriendly gaze when he first came in, and he keenly followed the gaze.

But then they discovered that the previously unfriendly gaze had suddenly changed...

It became strange, even tinged with guilt...

Fang Yuan felt a chill run down his spine...