Douluo Continent: The Ten Kings of Hell, I am the Emperor of the Underworld

Chapter 33 Smoke and Clouds Dissipate, Haotian Sect
Inside the ancestral hall, Qian Daoliu stared at a sword mark on his palm, remaining silent for a long time.

This was Chen Jianjun's last sword strike, the wound inflicted on Qian Daoliu.

Not only the wound on his palm, but also the overwhelming sword energy had invaded his internal organs.

Although Qian Daoliu had removed most of the sword energy, a small portion remained, like a maggot clinging to a bone, making it difficult to completely eliminate.

Light surged from his palm, and the holy light quickly healed the sword marks on his palm.

But the next moment, as the holy light disappeared, the sword mark reappeared.

"Fine, this wound cannot be repaired unless the sword energy within my body is completely removed."

Suddenly, Qian Daoliu sensed a surge of yin energy appearing.

"Ok?"

Qian Daoliu thought some ghost had sneaked in, and as the holy light appeared, he was about to make a move.

However, he soon realized that the aura of this dead soul was somewhat familiar, so he quickly withdrew the angelic light.

"Qian Xunji?" Even Qian Daoliu's usually calm mind was somewhat disturbed.

With so many souls of people who died in Wuhun City appearing, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but wonder if Qian Xunji might also reappear in the world.

When Qian Xunji died, Qian Daoliu discovered that Qian Xunji's soul had been devoured, so he didn't have high expectations.

I never expected that Qian Xunji would actually appear again.

"Father, go quickly and help Dong'er."

The first words Qian Xunji uttered to Qian Daoliu made Qian Daoliu almost lose his composure.

You don't even remember how you died? And you want me to help Bibi Dong?

Qian Daoliu was initially excited about Qian Xunji's appearance, but now he would rather Qian Xunji hadn't appeared at all.

“Bibi Dong is the Pope now. Who can hurt her? Are you only concerned about Bibi Dong? Don’t you even ask how your daughter is doing?”

Qianxun suddenly realized.

"Yes, I have another daughter. How is Xue'er doing now?"

Qian Daoliu almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Having such a son was truly his retribution.

It's one thing for them not to care about him as a father, but they don't even care much about their own daughter.

"With you taking care of Xue'er, she will definitely be fine. Now Dong'er has encountered an enemy, please go and help her."

"Enemy? What enemy?"

Qian Daoliu wondered if Bibi Dong had encountered a ghost like Chen Jianjun, who was incredibly powerful in life, just like him.

But Qian Xunji said, "I don't know who that person is, but he looks like a child."

"A child?"

Qian Daoliu almost laughed out of anger.

What kind of child could threaten Bibi Dong?

Just then, Qian Daoliu sensed that Bibi Dong's aura was approaching.

Sure enough, the next moment, Bibi Dong appeared outside the Hall of Worship.

Bibi Dong rarely comes to the Hall of Offerings, which is a tacit understanding between her and Qian Daoliu. As the Pope, she manages the Papal Palace and the Elder Palace, but the Hall of Offerings is managed by Qian Daoliu, and she cannot interfere.

"Qian Daoliu, hand over Qian Xunji to me."

Bibi Dong got straight to the point, explaining her purpose for coming.

Qian Daoliu frowned.

"Ji'er has already died at your hands, and you still won't let him go?"

Bibi Dong's face was fierce.

"Let him go? I will never forget what he did to me. I will soak his soul in venom and make him suffer every day."

Qian Daoliu stood in front of Qian Xunji to prevent him from being taken away by Bibi Dong.

"Qian Xunji did do wrong, so I never held it against you for killing him and even made you the Pope of the Spirit Hall. But ask yourself honestly, don't you have any faults at all?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Bibi Dong felt perfectly justified.

"I just don't want to be a saintess anymore. I want to leave the Spirit Hall and pursue my love. What's wrong with that?"

This is a huge mistake.

Qian Daoliu is a decent person and can't understand why Bibi Dong can be so self-righteous.

Despite her impoverished background, she was carefully nurtured by the Spirit Hall for many years and even became a saintess.

If we let her leave whenever she wants, what will the Spirit Hall become? A public toilet? All the effort and resources we invested in training her, are we just going to throw it all away?
Qian Daoliu really wanted to say that, but he was proud of his status and didn't want to argue with Bibi Dong until they were red in the face.

"Qian Xunji, you are also the Pope of the Spirit Hall, so tell me what Bibi Dong did wrong."

"This……"

Qianxun sighed deeply.

"It's all my fault, no matter what. I shouldn't have hurt Dong'er. If I had granted her wish back then, none of this would have happened."

Qian Daoliu took a few steps back, and the sword energy that had been suppressed within his body was about to erupt again.

Qian Xunji continued, "Father, just hand me over to Dong'er and let me pay the price for my crimes. Anyway, my soul is weak now and I won't exist for much longer."

"roll!"

Qian Daoliu roared angrily.

Holy light shone brightly inside the hall, but Bibi Dong's martial spirit and Rakshasa divine power both felt extremely disgusted by the holy light from the angels.

Qian Xunji, who was already extremely weak, was immediately on the verge of vanishing when he was bathed in the holy light that he knew so well and felt so close to.

His martial spirit is also an angel, but he is now just a dead soul, and an extremely weak one at that.

The angel's holy light also has a restraining effect on him now.

"Father, please don't blame Dong'er..."

After saying his last words, Qian Xunji vanished completely.

"Do not."

Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong shouted at the same time, but their feelings were completely different.

Qian Daoliu felt a mixture of sorrow and anger at Qian Xunji's lack of ambition, while Bibi Dong was unwilling to let Qian Xunji simply vanish like that, unable to torment him severely.

"Pfft~"

Qian Daoliu spat out a mouthful of blood, and in his emotional state, his suppressed injuries flared up again.

"Big offering."

As soon as Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others returned, they saw Qian Daoliu vomiting blood, while Bibi Dong was still standing to the side.

"Bibi Dong, are you planning a rebellion?"

Bibi Dong offered no explanation.

“I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall. If anyone is rebelling, it is you who are rebelling.”

"enough."

Qian Daoliu barely suppressed the sword energy erupting within him and said to Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others:

"My injury has nothing to do with Bibi Dong. You may leave."

"Yes."

Before leaving, Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others gave Bibi Dong a deep look, as if warning her not to act rashly.

“Bibi Dong, even if you don’t think the Spirit Hall has any affection for you, Xue’er is still your daughter. Don’t ruin Xue’er because of your madness.”

Bibi Dong snorted coldly.

“I would rather have never had this daughter. Besides, do you think she needs me to harm her? I think she will go astray on her own.”

"What do you mean by this?" Qian Daoliu asked.

But Bibi Dong had no intention of explaining.

She still remembered Ning Qiuyang's threat and dared not reveal anything about Ning Qiuyang.

……

"My lord, where do we go next?"

After leaving Wuhun City, Zhu Zhuyun asked excitedly.

Zhu Zhuyun found the trip to Wuhun City incredibly exciting and unbelievable; the three of them had actually escaped unscathed in front of the Pope of the Wuhun Hall.

She suddenly found herself enjoying the thrill, and her gaze towards Ning Qiuyang became increasingly intense, making her mouth feel dry.

"cough~"

Zhu Zhuqing keenly sensed that her sister was about to begin chanting again, so she interrupted her and squeezed next to Ning Qiuyang to ask:

"Brother Qiuyang, where are we going?"

Zhu Zhuyun gritted her teeth inwardly; she couldn't keep this younger sister.

"Haotian Sect," Ning Qiuyang said.

(End of this chapter)