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

Ruins leveled.

Tang Hao and A Yin put on a tragic show, while Qian Xunji looked up at his son with a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

"Ninety-seven... even stronger than me! My eldest son has arrived just in time!"

He looked down and said, "This time, you have no chance..."

Qian Fuchen interrupted, "When fighting the enemy, you should act quickly and decisively. Father, you're talking too much nonsense."

Qianxunji was speechless, about to speak awkwardly.

Qian Fuchen's gaze swept over again: "You...are you injured?"

Qian Xunji's face flushed red; why did he feel looked down upon?!

He chuckled and said, "This person is a prodigy of the Clear Sky Sect, and with the amplification of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, he is indeed quite troublesome. Add to that his Killing God Domain, and his combat strength is no less than that of a Title Douluo!"

The Domain of the God of Slaughter?

Qian Fuchen walked down the air step by step with his hands behind his back, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

With so many powerful figures from the Spirit Hall suppressing them, it's impossible for a single transformed spirit beast or a Soul Douluo to withstand it, let alone injure Qian Xunji.

There may have been interference from others in this matter.

His slow pace resonated in everyone's hearts like the sharp toll of an ancient bell.

Tang Hao was completely unable to move on his own, as the silk threads of the Tide Moon Spider Queen wrapped around his body were difficult to shake off. Ah Yin spread her arms to block him.

"Don't hurt my husband!"

"Blue-silver entanglement!"

Blue-gold and blue-silver grass surged in like a tide, tangling and rushing towards the dust of a thousand miles away.

The latter remained deep in thought, trying to guess the identity of the person behind the scenes.

Asura God?

As for Ah Yin's attack in front of him, it was controlled with a slight thought.

A sun rose beside him, its intense light illuminating Qian Fuchen's still-growing handsome features, revealing an imperial aura beyond his years.

Third Soul Skill: Golden Blood Weaving Sword

The Sun Spider King opened its claws, and its extremely yang silk threads wove a long sword, the hilt of which shimmered with the light of the sun.

Qian Fuchen grabbed at his side with his right hand.

"Sunshine Spider King·Fifth Soul Skill."

"All Yan Luo have been slain."

With a seemingly casual flick of his sword, blazing flames erupted like a sea of ​​fire, and the overwhelming power of his yang soul intimidated everyone.

Its momentum was unstoppable, stirring up the heavens and destroying the earth.

A fire broke out in the ruins, and the ashes of the blue silver grass drifted in the air. An indescribable shadow of death enveloped Tang Hao and his wife.

The latter unleashed a blood-red aura around its body.

The Realm of the God of Slaughter!

The Asura's murderous aura shattered Qian Fuchen's soul skill control.

"With your cultivation level, it's impossible for you to break free."

"As expected, deities were involved."

"Fellow Douluos, control the Blue Silver Emperor and capture him alive! I'll handle Tang Hao."

Qian Fuchen's left and right hands floated with Xiyue and Yaori, the two great spider kings, as his ninth red soul ring rotated.

A smile played on his lips as he watched the other man struggle like a cornered beast, a sight that filled him with satisfaction.

Curiosity arose in his heart about the extent to which the Asura God could help Tang Hao.

"Although I haven't mastered the domain yet, this ninth soul skill can still rival your God of Slaughter Domain."

Tang Hao was horrified. The boy in front of him was only eight or nine years old, and the oppressive force he brought was the first he had ever seen since becoming a Soul Master.

"I can die."

"Spare my wife and children..."

The Killing God Domain made his eyes blood red, and his own soul power also surged wildly.

Even so, Tang Hao was not confident of winning.

Ninety-seven and eighty-nine—the difference is beyond description, like heaven and earth!

Tang Hao only asked for his death to save his wife and children.

Compared to his decisiveness.

Qian Fuchen stood with his left hand behind his back and his right hand gripping the Sun-Golden Blood Sword.

"You have no bargaining power."

"Tide Moon Spider Queen - Ninth Soul Skill"

"Immersed in the hazy moonlight!"

As the crimson soul ring rotated, the heavens and earth seemed to vanish, and the space where Qian Fuchen and Tang Hao were located shifted, with the tidal water beneath their feet reaching above their ankles.

A bright moon hangs high in the distant sky, illuminating this dim space.

"open!"

Tang Hao activated the Killing God Domain, its aura protecting the surroundings as he guarded against the effects of this soul skill.

Under the enormous bright moon, Qian Fuchen shook his head and chuckled softly.

"Do not be nervous."

"My soul skill has no offensive capabilities; it can only create a separate space and..."

"An inexhaustible supply of soul power!"

Swah——

The words had barely left his lips when the shadow vanished.

Qian Fuchen, bathed in the bright moonlight, moved with such speed that Tang Hao was astonished.

"A messy cape!"

With a single swing of the hammer, amplified by the God of Slaughter Domain, it can rival a Title Douluo.

Clang—

A crisp sound of weapons clashing rang out.

The Golden Blood Sword of the Sun met the Heavenly Hammer.

The moonlight and the blood-red lightning dissipated.

"The number one weapon spirit in the world is nothing special."

Qian Fuchen poured his soul power into Tang Hao without reservation, and Tang Hao couldn't withstand the pressure and knelt down on one knee.

"If it weren't for the God of Slaughter's Domain, I could have killed you with a single sword strike."

puff--

As the sword flashed, Tang Hao's right arm, which was holding the Clear Sky Hammer, was sent flying.

Blood spurted out like a pillar. Before he could even cry out, he leaped up, grabbed the handle of the Haotian Hammer, and threw it downwards!

Qian Fuchen gracefully twirled his sword with his right hand and pointed it upwards.

Sword energy surged, stirring up ripples on the tide.

After the Haotian Hammer was sent flying, Qian Fuchen arrived in front of Tang Hao in the blink of an eye and raised his hand to slash horizontally.

Before Tang Hao could react, the Killing God Domain suddenly produced a bloody hand that tugged at him.

The sword light could only leave a wound that slashed half of his face.

At this time, Tang Hao was as ugly as a demon.

Qian Fuchen clicked his tongue: "It's absurd that gods would interfere in a battle between Soul Masters."

Looking down from the top of the wall.

Tang Hao's expression was blank, his eyes filled with blood red. He raised his head, a look of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Hahaha, how strange."

"I originally thought that Tang San, who was reborn from another world, was my successor, but I never expected... that there would be a junior like you in this Douluo Continent."

Tang Hao stretched his limbs, surveyed the surrounding barrier, and gazed at the bright moon for a long time.

"If it weren't for your soul skill, I would have had some trouble descending upon this person."

"You can't kill Tang Hao and Tang San. Do with the soul beast as you please."

A thousand swords pointed at the Asura God:

"You're just a wisp of consciousness descending; do you think you can stop me?"

"Besides, I am a descendant of the Qian family. Although I did not inherit the Angelic Martial Soul, I am still considered a Soul Master of the Angelic faction."

"How could things possibly go as you wish?"

Tang Hao gave a sinister sneer:

"With your talent, if you are truly a descendant of angels, I will find a way to kill you or prevent you from leaving the Douluo Continent."

"Alright, enough of the small talk."

"Shall we make a bet?"

Qian Fuchen remained silent, watching the Asura God below with constant vigilance.

Tang Hao spoke:

"Give Tang San eighteen years to grow. You mustn't kill him, including these people..."

As he spoke, a wisp of blood-red characters appeared before Qian Fuchen's eyes.

The Shrek Seven Devils.

Among them are the names of Flanders, Yu Xiaogang, and others.

Indeed, Tang San's entire life was part of the scheme, and perhaps even his ability to learn from the Tang Sect was part of the plan.

Qian Fuchen remained calm: "If you don't tell me, I don't know these people."

"If you mention it, I might even be tempted to kill you."

"God of Asura, you'd better offer a wager that satisfies me."

Tang Hao shrugged: "My legacy!"

"Is the true inheritance of the Asura God enough? If you can kill Tang San in eighteen years, you will become the God King of the God Realm."

Qian Fuchen squinted, as if considering something.

A moment later, he uttered a few words lightly: "Not enough."

Tang Hao frowned; it had been a long time since he had wasted time talking to a Soul Master like this.

"What else do you want?"

"Tell me everything, God?"