He was given a title even in the womb, and his first move was an elbow strike against Bibi Dong.

The Spirit Hall has ten thousand steps leading up to the towering mountaintop that pierces the clouds.

The setting sun cast long shadows, illuminating the path that Qian Fuchen and his sister took down the mountain.

Fortunately, I arrived in time. My sister hadn't started infiltrating yet, and she would still be the gifted angelic successor, not some scheming prince of the royal family.

In the Douluo Continent, absolute strength renders any trickery useless, and he couldn't bear to see his sister fade into obscurity.

"Xiaoxue, what level is your soul power now?"

Qian Renxue, pulling Qian Fuchen along, mumbled a reply while chewing on a candied hawthorn:

"Twenty-two! I awakened my soul power at six years old, and I still have two soul rings!"

Two yellow spirit rings floated around the girl.

Qian Fuchen's expression darkened again upon seeing this, and he turned to look at the Serpent Spear: "You arranged this?"

Serpent Spear waved his hands repeatedly, hastily severing ties: "No, no, Master, it wasn't me!"

"I also suggested to the young lady that she has excellent talent and could choose a higher-level soul ring configuration and a more focused soul power cultivation mode."

"Can..."

At this point, Serpent Spear fell silent.

Qian Fuchen calmly stated, "The Spirit Hall is the foundation of the Qian family."

After a moment's consideration, Serpent Spear stepped forward, bowed, and clasped his hands in a gesture of utmost sincerity.

"Young Master, I have been loyal to the Qian family ever since I entered the Spirit Hall! Heaven and earth bear witness!"

"However, within the Spirit Hall, elders such as Yue Guan and Gui Mei, as well as many other spirit masters, are more inclined to follow Bibi Dong... Especially during the time when the Pope was chasing Tang Hao, Bibi Dong secretly developed her own power."

Qian Fuchen remained composed, though a hint of mockery lingered deep in his eyes.

"It's alright, I'll handle it. Do you have any news about where Father is now?"

"Of course! The Spirit Hall has His Holiness the Pope's location coordinates. You can use a soul tool to locate him if needed."

Qian Fuchen pinched Qian Renxue's cheek, and the girl did not resist; her golden eyes gleamed with the light of sunset.

"What's up?"

"Xiaoxue, your brother has to go help Dad with something. Be a good girl and wait for me in Wuhun City while I'm gone."

"Tch! You made up the same excuse to fool me last year!"

Qian Renxue shook her head, angrily about to throw away the candied hawthorn in her hand to vent her anger, but she didn't want to lower her raised hand, so she turned her head away and squatted on the ground without saying a word.

Upon seeing this, Qian Fuchen stepped forward repeatedly: "No way~ Your brother is now invincible, I'll take you everywhere to play from now on."

"Here you go~ pinky promise."

Qian Renxue looked at her brother with suspicion, her eyelashes lowered in thought, her golden eyes darting around from time to time. After several breaths, she narrowed her eyes:

"Really?"

During the questioning, he extended his right hand and hooked his little finger together with Qian Fuchen's.

"If you lie to me, I will truly, truly, truly never talk to you again!"

Qian Fuchen chuckled and teased, clearly enjoying playing pranks on his younger sister: "How genuine is it?"

Qian Renxue gestured towards the Martial Soul Mountain behind her: "It's even more real than this mountain!"

"Okay, okay~"

After exchanging a few simple jokes, Qian Fuchen arranged for Snake Spear to escort Xiaoxue back to rest before returning to his own side.

The two gazed into the distance, one in front of the other. Snake Spear held a compass-like soul tool in his hand and turned it several times.

"We've found the young master. Shall we set off?"

Qian Fuchen nodded, then asked with some doubt, "You can fly?"

The spear was stunned: "Uh, it can briefly stay airborne."

Ugh.

Even if you cultivate to the level of a Title Douluo in the Douluo Continent, you can't fly through the air; you can only say that you're much faster.

Helplessly, a bright moon rose above their heads.

The Tide Moon Spider Queen hung beside Qian Fuchen, appearing extremely elegant and serene, without the slightest ferocity of a spider-type beast martial soul.

Sixth Soul Skill: Borrowing the Moon and Controlling the Wind

The ten-thousand-year soul rings rotated, and faint silver-blue light gathered on the two of them. Using the moon's ability to draw tides, they were propelled to float up.

Its speed was so fast that even a titled Douluo like Serpent Spear, known for his speed, was speechless.

The two of them, like stars breaking through the sky, left the direction of Wuhun City one after the other.

Three days later, at dusk.

In the heart of a valley, fierce fighting continues.

A gigantic angelic statue appeared behind Qian Xunji, continuously slashing at Tang Hao who was fleeing below.

"Hahaha, the Clear Sky Sect has really raised an extraordinary person! Not only did he marry a soul beast, but he even has a child? How interesting!"

"Today, you can't escape!"

Inside the valley, Tang Hao held the Clear Sky Hammer, carried the weak Ah Yin on his back, and held the crying Tang San in his arms.

"I won't let anything happen to you and your child. I have a solution."

"A messy cape!"

The Haotian Hammer flashed wildly, attacking the mountain range at incredible speed. Boulders rolled down the mountain, creating a cloud of dust that threatened to obscure their path.

Tang Hao's spirit rings spun rapidly, while behind him, Ah Yin bit her red lips and said, "Ah Hao... your spirit power has reached its limit, let me stay."

"impossible!"

"I will never give up on you!"

The ill-fated couple continued their escape, and after breaking out of the mountains, they saw a ruin.

They had nowhere else to go.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Angelic Holy Light!"

Qianxun's urgent shout echoed, and the phantom of the angel emerged, its holy light splitting mountains and shattering rocks. Several figures landed in mid-air, surrounding Tang Hao's path.

The latter is now at its wit's end and can only fight like a cornered beast.

"As expected of Tang family's top genius, his level 89 Soul Douluo realm has been able to delay us for so long."

"However... it's all over. You can't take this 100,000-year-old soul beast with you!"

Below, Tang Hao, his soul power exhausted, knelt on one knee, while Ah Yin hugged her husband's head, her eyes filled with heartache.

Now that things have come to this, a faint blue light swirled around her: "Ah Hao~ Take good care of the mistress."

Self-sacrifice!

This was the only solution Ah Yin could think of.

"No!"

"Ah Yin! What use is my mistress without you!"

Tang San, nestled in Tang Hao's arms, twitched at the corner of his mouth, but was unable to respond.

Qian Xunji's eyes blazed with fury: "Stop this soul beast!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding elders simultaneously activated their soul rings and soul skills, and the overwhelming pressure materialized to seal off Tang Hao and his companions.

Unfortunately... even their combined soul power couldn't sway the determination of the 100,000-year-old soul beast to sacrifice itself.

Suddenly.

A silver moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft moonlight. Everyone seemed to lose their senses, staring blankly at that extremely beautiful jade disc.

Ah Yin was the first to react, shouting, "Ah Hao! This is a soul skill, a soul master skill!"

Tang Hao gasped, gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, and gazed up at the figure in the sky.

A boy, who looked to be about eight or nine years old, was dressed in a dark gold robe and looked down at the crowd below.

He had a feeling.

The boy looked at himself as if he were an ant...

Qian Fuchen spoke softly, his nine soul rings rotating, and the bright moon above parted to reveal the figure of the Tide Moon Spider Queen.

"Eighth Soul Skill".

"The Moon Weaves the Soul, a Thousand Threads Imprison the God."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Silvery-white threads appeared, sealing off the area for dozens of meters, and the light emanating from them affected everyone's minds.

Qian Fuchen reached out with his right hand and hooked the silk thread onto the tips of his five fingers.

The proud son of heaven was lifted up like a puppet on strings.

Ah Yin, with tears in her eyes, said, "Let him go!"

"I promise to go with you, I'll agree to anything you ask!"