Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Old Ghost, quickly return to the Spirit Hall and inform His Majesty the Pope. I'll wait here for a while longer," Chrysanthemum Douluo said in a low voice. If Qian Renhan really perished inside, it would be an unimaginable loss for Spirit Hall.

As soon as his words fell, Ghost Douluo transformed into a black shadow and sped off toward Spirit Hall. Beneath his mask, his expression was filled with panic. He couldn't believe that if His Majesty the Pope found out the Young Master had died in Hell Road, he would be consumed with rage. The repercussions for Spirit Hall would be immense.

Inside the Pope's Palace, Qian Xunji sat on the Pope's throne, dealing with matters as usual.

After a while, Qian Xunji yawned, putting down his pen as he muttered, "It's been two months. Even if Xiao Han wanted to travel across the continent to purge the killing intent within him, he should have at least sent a letter by now."

"With Xiao Han's Fallen Angel Martial Soul, and having gained the Slaughter God domain from the Killing City, once he breaks through to Soul Saint, he'll definitely be able to rival a Titled Douluo in power, making him a formidable force for Spirit Hall. I wonder how much longer until I can retire."

To break through to level 96, one needed deep insight. Qian Xunji had a multitude of daily affairs to attend to, and finding three free days for comprehension was a challenge. Even now, his cultivation remained at level 95, and he hadn't completed his Angel God test. After all, the old man was still strong, and the younger generation hadn't matured yet. He still needed to manage Spirit Hall.

At that moment, a ghostly figure rose from the ground in the Pope's Palace—Ghost Douluo.

Ghost Douluo kneeled, his voice trembling, "Your Majesty the Pope."

Qian Xunji stopped writing and looked up, his voice stern. "Ghost Elder, what about Xiao Han? Has his killing intent been alleviated?"

"Your Majesty the Pope, the Young Master may have perished in Hell Road," Ghost Douluo replied, lowering his head to minimize his presence, afraid that the enraged Qian Xunji might unleash his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and strike him down with the light of the Angel's power.

"What did you say? Xiao Han might have perished in Hell Road? Impossible!"

Qian Xunji stood up, his forehead veins bulging. "Hell Road—Bibi Dong made it through. How could Xiao Han not come out?"

Ghost Douluo explained, "Your Majesty the Pope, Elder Chrysanthemum and I waited at the end of Hell Road after receiving the letter from the Killing City. We waited for two whole months, but the Young Master has not emerged. When the Holy Maiden entered Hell Road, it took her only one day to return. That's why I have this suspicion."

"The King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter! It must have been his secret plot. What a treacherous Killing City! What a vile King of Slaughter!"

At those words, two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings rose from beneath Qian Xunji's feet, and three pairs of pure white wings appeared behind him. His Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul erupted in all its holy light, illuminating the entire Spirit Hall.

The moment the soul rings appeared, Ghost Douluo immediately turned into a shadow and fled, avoiding the intense light of the Six-Winged Angel's radiance.

A moment later, the great doors of the Pope's Palace slammed open, and a golden meteor streaked toward the Killing City at an incredible speed. The force of the meteor sent the Pope's Knights flying.

At the Killing Town, the scenery remained unchanged—dark clouds blocked the sunlight, the land was a bleak black, and dead vegetation covered the ground, with a few crows perched on top.

Suddenly, in Killing Town, angelic feathers fell in clusters from the sky. Then, a brilliant golden light illuminated the entire Killing City, and a massive Six-Winged Angel appeared. With arms outstretched, the angel revealed a figure clad in golden armor. His face was extraordinarily handsome, but it was filled with fury and killing intent.

The outlaws in the town instinctively shielded their eyes from the dazzling light. One of them trembled and said, "Six-Winged Angel, Titled Douluo. He's the Pope, Qian Xunji!"

The name "Qian Xunji" was well-known throughout the continent. Although nine years ago, he was severely injured by the Clear Sky Douluo, causing many in the soul master world to look down on him, his reputation remained powerful. Behind the scenes, no one dared to oppose Spirit Hall openly.

The tavern owner, who had just opened the gates of Killing City, hurriedly came out and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty the Pope, what brings you to Killing Town? Our cooperation with Spirit Hall has always been smooth, hasn't it?"

Qian Xunji's voice was icy cold. "Tell the King of Slaughter to crawl out here. I have something to ask him!"

Hearing the word "crawl," the tavern owner's face showed a trace of dissatisfaction, but he quickly opened the gates of Killing City to notify the King of Slaughter.

As the gates of Killing City opened, a blood-red figure with a pair of flesh wings, neither fully human nor fully demon, shot out. It was none other than the King of Slaughter.

Killing Town was considered the gateway to Killing City, and naturally, it was under the control of the King of Slaughter. If anyone were to attack, this gateway would be the first line of defense.

Normally, the King of Slaughter didn't focus his attention on the gate, but when Qian Xunji made such a grand display of his Martial Soul and demanded he crawl out, how could the King of Slaughter tolerate it? He immediately rushed out.

"Qian Xunji, what business do you have with me?" the King of Slaughter asked, his blood-red eyes narrowing, his tone filled with anger.

This was the first time Qian Xunji saw the King of Slaughter. His pupils slightly contracted as he took in the grotesque appearance: the King of Slaughter's body was covered in crimson fur, his skin was adorned with repulsive red scales, and he had a pair of fleshy wings. Was this creature even human?

After a brief moment of shock, Qian Xunji angrily demanded, "King of Slaughter, where is my son? You said he entered Hell Road, yet he hasn't come out. Have you secretly laid a hand on him?"

"The Sword Demon hasn't come out?"

The King of Slaughter raised an eyebrow, finding Qian Xunji's words laughable. Qian Renhan was never bound by the rules of Killing City. His Fallen Angel Martial Soul was the ruler of the fallen. It wasn't influenced by the evil aura of Killing City. A soul master unable to use soul power, or even an ordinary person, could still traverse Hell Road and potentially make it out. But someone with a domain, sword intent, wings, and Soul Emperor cultivation like Qian Renhan not making it out? That was absurd. He would rather believe that the Asura God chose him as the heir to the Asura Throne than accept such a ridiculous claim.

"I couldn't care less about doing such things. If the Sword Demon hasn't come out, it's his own problem. It has nothing to do with me!" the King of Slaughter declared.

Qian Xunji's fury exploded. "I don't believe you! If you didn't secretly harm him, how could my son not make it out of Hell Road?"

Hearing this, the King of Slaughter was enraged as well. As the ruler of Killing City, how could he let Qian Xunji pressure him like this? He spat, "I've told you, I didn't lay a hand on him! Do you really think I fear you, the so-called Pope of Spirit Hall?"

"Since you've killed my son, then you'll pay with your life. Killing City will be under the control of Spirit Hall!"

Qian Xunji's fifth soul ring glowed, the Sacred Sword appeared in his hand, and his Angelic Domain erupted in full force.

(End of Chapter)