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

At the summit of Wuhun Mountain, the power of the angels suppressed everyone.

Qian Xunji, at level 95, stood in mid-air, looking down at a figure below.

"Oh? I'd like to hear what crime I've committed?"

Qian Fuchen's figure flashed, like a bright moon hanging in the sky. His level 97 soul power overwhelmed his opponent. His expression was ordinary, and his voice, wrapped in soul power, was meant to be heard clearly by the thousands of soul masters in Wuhun Mountain.

"Firstly, the Spirit Hall has been under your control for over a decade, yet its territory remains unexpanded, and the benefits for Spirit Masters have only decreased, causing even low-level Spirit Masters to struggle to make ends meet!"

"Even mid-to-high-level Soul Masters don't receive any special benefits. But I wonder how many Soul Bones and Soul Coins you, as Pope, currently possess in your treasury?"

Qian Xunji's lips twitched, his eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth, questioning each word clearly: "The Spirit Hall is the foundation of my Qian family, and all its resources should rightfully belong to our Qian family."

Do you understand?!

Qian Fuchen chuckled and shook his head: "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

"The Spirit Hall's current scale is inseparable from the efforts of every Spirit Master. What the Douluo Continent needs is a peaceful and prosperous era, not years of war and disaster."

pattern!

What is vision?

The Spirit Hall Soul Masters below raised their heads with admiration in their eyes, the lower the rank of the Soul Master, the more they admired him.

Bibi Dong blinked; these ideas actually coincided with her own... A hint of appreciation flashed in her eyes as she looked at Qian Fuchen, and she murmured softly:

"Hmph, he's not as vicious as Qian Xunji."

"Because he inherited from his mother, the Spider Queen, if he had inherited from an angel, he would probably be as despicable as Qian Xunji!"

The momentum in the sky did not stop.

The Sun Spider King showed no fear of the Angel God, its two beams of light, one red and one gold, hanging high in the sky, piercing through the clouds and breaking the dawn.

"His second crime was dealing with enemies like Tang Hao."

"Your attack is so hesitant and dawdling; your sword is neither fast enough nor ruthless enough!"

"His third crime, and the greatest crime, is his inadequate strength!"

"The Pope is the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall, and his temperament and spirit power level are both indispensable."

Qian Fuchen reached out with his right hand toward the claws of the Sun Spider King, and golden threads wove into a long sword.

hum-

Sword cries and sword energy raged, their scorching heat covering the area below. Everyone wiped the sweat from their brows, held their breath, and stared intently at the sky, afraid of missing a single movement.

Qian Fuchen slowly opened his mouth:

"Dad, in my opinion..."

"You should step down from the papacy. I have already arranged a place for you."

Qian Xunji squinted and reached out with his right hand toward the sky. The golden light of the angel god surged out like a vortex, gradually outlining the sword in his hand.

He didn't say a word, only his eyes showed anger.

Below, everyone unconsciously hugged their bowls and chopsticks tightly and stared intently at the sky.

Bibi Dong was the same; she hadn't smiled in a long time, and her already captivating appearance seemed to have returned to that of an innocent and naive saint.

"A son beating his father, Qian Xunji, you've got what you deserve!"

"Heh~ Interesting."

Suddenly.

A flash of sword light!

Qian Fuchen rushed through the air, his speed astonishing Qian Xunji, his sword shadow flashing in the blink of an eye.

Thrust, flick, slash, sweep! Master the basic sword techniques.

In contrast, Chihiro relies entirely on the golden light of the angels to wield her sword; to say she wields a sword would be more accurate than saying she uses the angel's rays.

One exchange, and the difference in skill was immediately apparent!

In terms of swordsmanship, Qian Fuchen, under the guidance of his grandfather and senior Jin E in the Douluo Palace, is among the top three in the world!

"Tsk, frivolous steps."

"The swordplay is unclear, the footwork and positioning are ambiguous, and the sword moves are applied haphazardly."

"What kind of sword do you wield?"

"You dare to wield a sword?"

Qian Fuchen flicked his sword with his right hand, the tip of the sword piercing half an inch off his wrist and pulling him outward.

The angelic sword suddenly fell from the sky and hurtled towards the ground.

Boom—

The sword fell, raising dust and sending shockwaves through the crowd. Even so, these soul masters were unwilling to put down their chopsticks and kept their eyes fixed on the sky.

"good!"

Bibi Dong was the first to shout, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Qian Xunji looked down, gritted her teeth, and muttered, "Despicable..."

Before the words were even finished...

Qian Fuchen's full soul power pressed down on his shoulders, making him unable to move.

"Ugh."

"I learned some of the grievances between you and her from my grandfather. Sending you to the Douluo Palace to cultivate and not to go out is also a solution."

"This is also your way of atonement."

"Father, leave the Spirit Hall to me, and it will surely become the number one power in the world."

Qian Fuchen's words were not amplified; everyone could only see his lip movements.

"I am more meticulous than you, and my level of understanding is higher."

"And even more ruthless than you."

"With Grandpa by your side and several seniors to guide you, Dad, you won't be lonely."

Qian Xunji grinned and laughed, a laugh tinged with a hint of relief:

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"With you in my family, you truly are an extraordinary person."

"Then let's see if you're qualified to banish me to the Douluo Palace!"

Qian Xunji touched his brow with his finger, drawing upon the wisps of angelic power within his body, causing his ninth soul ring to spin rapidly.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Angelic Judgment!"

Let's get serious!

The Soul Masters below spat out their food, and Yue Guan and the others briefly spun their Soul Rings in mid-air.

"All Soul Masters, leave Wuhun Mountain."

"Old ghost! Why don't you fly up and try to persuade the young master and the Pope!"

Yue Guan's voice became even sharper and thinner with urgency.

The ghostly figure's lips twitched, and he pointed a finger at himself:

"Should I...should I try to persuade them?"

"Your Holiness, why don't you go?"

The ghost looked at Bibi Dong.

The woman turned her head away, completely ignoring the two of them, and in a flash, she rushed downwards.

Above the sky.

Qian Fuchen twirled the Sun-Golden Blood Sword in his hand, scattering it into countless golden threads across the sky.

The second martial soul, the Moon Spider Queen, transformed into the moon, hangs high in the sky.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Sinking into the Misty Moon"

A huge, bright moon enveloped the sky, making it appear from the outside as if the moon were hanging in the sky.

As the sun set, the spectacular sight of the sun and moon shining together left a deep impression on every Soul Master.

This was the first time they had ever seen the young master's true strength.

The fleeing Soul Masters below stopped in their tracks, gazing silently at the 'moon'.

Half an hour later.

Cracks appeared on it, from which streaks of golden light shot out.

boom--

The sound of shattering glass accompanied a figure rushing down from the plaza.

A huge explosion sent up clouds of dust, and a half-naked man stood on the crater.

The papal robes were tattered, and eight or nine tenths of his soul power had been used up.

Qian Xunji looked exhausted and shocked. He coughed twice and then vomited blood.

"Ha... I'm no match for you in three moves?"

Raise your head and look at Qian Fuchen's dashing figure with his hands behind his back.

"Dad, I'll be waiting for you to challenge me next time."

"Let's go to the Douluo Palace."

Qian Xunji closed her eyes and stopped looking around. With a crisp sound, the angelic divine power swirling around her collapsed.

The higher the cultivation level of the Soul Masters watching the battle, the clearer they can see the intricacies of the situation.

Yue Guan and several other titled Douluo elders exchanged glances and swallowed hard.

Martial Soul is unstable!

This is to the point where the martial spirit is on the verge of collapse!

Bibi Dong gasped, never expecting the two to fight to this extent.

Qian Xunji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, threw something towards the sky with his right hand, and then wings sprouted on his back as he flew towards the Douluo Palace.

"Take good care of your sister."

This was the last sentence he left before he departed.

Qian Fuchen received the papal decree with his right hand and turned to look at Yue Guan and the others below:

"These elders have followed my father for many years, or have secretly pledged allegiance to the former Holy Maiden Bibi Dong."

"Let's catch up today, please come into my soul skill barrier!"

Having said that, he reached out to grab the elders below.