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

Inside the Xiyue Space, Qian Fuchen floated in mid-air, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

He originally planned to kill them all before Tang San and the others had grown up, and with his current soul power level, it wouldn't be difficult to accomplish that.

The intervention of the Asura God was also within his expectations.

"I want complete dominion over the Douluo Continent! All that bullshit about divine inheritance, I will sever it all!"

Qian Fuchen spoke slowly, declaring his intention to sever the shackles binding the Qian family's Angelic Martial Soul.

All this talk of justice and judgment is nonsense. Making Qian Daoliu sacrifice himself and sending Qian Renxue into the next cycle only makes him hate the Angel God more.

Tang Hao nodded in agreement: "It's fine. I know your plans. The succession of angel godhood in the Thousand Families usually involves sacrifice. But in your generation, a young man with courage has emerged."

The journey continues through the dust.

"Not only that, you want me to keep these seven people as my enemies, then I want control of seven planes the same size as Douluo Continent."

"The seven continents are united, and the Spirit Hall reigns!"

He wants to expand his territory; the Douluo Continent is simply too small.

Tang Hao was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that the eight or nine-year-old boy in front of him would have such ambition. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

Unfortunately, he already had some kind of contract with Tang San, which he couldn't change at will, so he could only bet on one path to the end.

A moment of silence.

To put it simply:

"I can spare the lives of these seven people, but I can use them to break up their relationships."

"Let's see if the successor chosen by the God of Asura has enough charisma."

Tang Hao raised his head, his expression unreadable, and calmly asked, "That's all?"

Qian Fuchen did not reply.

Tang Hao summoned to his side, and Tang San passed through the Xiyue spatial barrier and landed in his arms, his figure sinking into the blood ring beneath his feet.

Eighteen years.

A wager has been made, with the rule of seven continents and the shackles of thousands of families' inheritances cast upon it.

As Tang Hao disappeared into the Blood Ring, he gave Qian Fuchen a deep look before vanishing.

boom--

With a crisp sound like shattered glass, the barrier scattered into a sky full of starlight.

As night fell, the fire in the valley ruins gradually died down. Qian Xunji and several elders successfully suppressed A Yin, binding her to the spot with their soul power.

The woman looked around in panic: "Ah Hao, where's my mistress?!"

"No, there's no trace of them. They escaped!"

Ah Yin smiled.

As long as they are alright, that's all that matters.

With his hands behind his back and his martial spirit concealed, Qian Fuchen looked at Qian Xunji and said, "Someone helped us, allowing Tang Hao and the other two to leave."

Qian Xunji chuckled lightly, "Ha, I thought you were invincible."

"I told you long ago that there was something strange about Tang Hao."

Qian Fuchen did not respond, but used his right hand to grab Ah Yin with his soul power and pull her to his side.

"Serpent Spear, let's go."

Sixth Soul Skill: Borrowing the Moon and Controlling the Wind

The soul skill glowed faintly, and the two flew through the air.

Qian Xunji stood there with a cold face, while the elders around him looked at each other in bewilderment.

The two titled Douluo who should have died in this battle stepped forward and bowed.

"Your Holiness, the young master seems to have been somewhat disrespectful to you. He should be reprimanded."

Chihiro took a deep breath, turned her head, and sneered:

"I'm ninety-five now, and you're ninety-one. Are you going to give my eldest son, who has a level ninety-seven twin martial soul, a good talking-to, or should I do it?"

The elder gave an awkward smile, realizing he had made a mistake, and withdrew.

Above the sky.

The Serpent Spear is now even more loyal to its young master, and its domineering presence on the battlefield... makes him greatly admire it.

"Young Master!"

"This woman is a Blue Silver Emperor who has cultivated into human form. What should we do with her?"

Qian Fuchen turned his head and looked at A Yin with a half-smile. The woman's injured face could not hide the gentleness in her eyes.

Ah Yin was slender and graceful, her chest heaving dramatically as she tried her best to suppress her anger.

Her plain white dress was stained with mud and blood, making her look somewhat disheveled.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with humiliation and hatred.

Snake Spear, who had been watching Qian Fuchen's reaction closely, gasped and sighed inwardly after a long while.

"Young Master's taste is indeed extraordinary!"

-

Three days later, the entire city of Wuhun Hall celebrated.

The city was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, stretching all the way to the majestic Wuhun Mountain.

The banquet was set up from the foot of the mountain to the top, and the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters showed joy, naturally because they were being rewarded.

The celebratory cheers resounded through the sky.

At the summit plaza of the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, dressed in papal robes, sat proudly in the main seat.

Below are all the elders and retainers of the Spirit Hall who are level 80 or above, totaling over a hundred people.

Even Soul Saints couldn't sit at the table; they could only dine in the second-floor area, which clearly demonstrates the formidable strength of the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong wore a purple gauze dress and had her long hair flowing down. Despite having given birth to two children, she still looked exactly the same as when she was young.

Only her eyes and brows exude a touch of mature charm.

The madness hidden in her eyes when she looked at Qian Xunji made her body tremble slightly.

"No injury...and I'm fine."

"If we take him into that secret room, there will surely be another way."

"Even if it means mutual destruction!"

"Where is Chen'er?"

Qian Xunji looked around but did not see Qian Fuchen. Only then did everyone realize that the young master had not yet arrived.

Bibi Dong blinked, somewhat disliking her son's monstrous talent, feeling that he acted too domineeringly.

Yue Guan stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Your Holiness!"

"The young master has not appeared since today... A Spirit Hall Soul Master reported seeing him at the tailor shop at the foot of the mountain."

Tailor shop?

With the young master absent, no one dared to celebrate rashly anymore.

Qian Xunji's expression grew colder and colder; he was starting to dislike his child.

Bibi Dong sneered, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction as she looked at her former "master" in this state.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

As a figure slowly walked up the mountain steps, the surrounding Soul Masters gasped in shock upon seeing Qian Fuchen and made way for him.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the mountains.

When the titled Douluo Yue Guan and others looked at it, they swallowed hard.

At this moment.

The entire mountain was silent; the Soul Masters could even hear the gentle breeze rustling the falling leaves.

Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with astonishment and shock, her expression changing several times.

Qian Xunji grinned coldly, suppressing his level 95 soul power within his body, and clenched his fists behind his back.

"Qian Fuchen, what is the meaning behind your attire?"

Qian Fuchen flicked his sleeves and went down the mountain to have a close-fitting...papal robe made.

"Now that all the Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall have gathered, let us take this opportunity to enumerate Pope Qian Xunji's three sins!"

The sound, mixed with soul power, resounded throughout the entire Martial Soul Mountain.

Regardless of their soul power level, from Great Soul Masters to Title Douluos, all the Soul Masters lowered their heads and dared not speak.

Qian Fuchen continued climbing the mountain step by step:

"Your Holiness should listen carefully to these three crimes. After that, the Pope of the Spirit Hall will be replaced."

-

Down the mountain, Qian Renxue sat on a bench watching people come and go, holding snacks in her arms.

"Uncle Snake Spear, why did you only change your clothes for yourself? Ugh! I want some too!"

Snake Spear wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the distant mountaintop.

"Miss, your brother's new clothes."

"It's not something you can just change randomly."

Qian Renxue pouted, looking playful and cute: "Hmph, fine then."

"Anyway, as long as my brother doesn't go back to Grandpa's place to go into seclusion again, otherwise I'll be all alone again."

"Hey...Grandpa, look!"

"A giant golden statue appeared at the Spirit Hall! It looks just like me!"

The spear turned its head, and a huge phantom of an angel descended upon Wuhun Mountain.

"They...they really started fighting?!"