Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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The Golden Crocodile exclaimed, "Big Brother, with your strength, surely you can kill the King of Slaughter, can't you? The King of Slaughter's strength is only on par with the Pope, and he couldn't possibly be a match for us old fellows."

Qian Daoliu shook his head. "It's not that I can't kill him. The Slaughter City is enveloped by an invisible rule that prevents anyone within from using soul skills. Even my Angel Domain can only resist it to a small degree. Additionally, the evil energy there severely limits my power. To move freely within the city without being restricted by those rules, I would need the God of Slaughter's domain."

"God of Slaughter's domain..."

At that moment, everyone in the Hall of Worship instinctively glanced toward Bibi Dong's residence in the Pope's Palace.

The Golden Crocodile pondered for a moment before speaking again. "In that case, Big Brother, we provide the food for the Slaughter City. Since that's the case, we should just surround the city. When they run out of food and have no choice but to come out, we can strike and annihilate everyone inside!"

Qian Daoliu sighed and shook his head helplessly. "Golden Crocodile, when will you ever temper your hot temper? The Slaughter City is a paradise for the fallen. It houses nearly all the evil men from the continent. Even though the number of fallen beings may not rival the soul masters of the Spirit Hall, they certainly are not far off. If we send all our forces from the Spirit Hall, even if we manage to kill them, how many people will we lose?"

The Spirit Hall's current number of soul masters is far fewer than when Bibi Dong led it, and with the Clear Sky Sect rising, draining a large portion of the population, we now only have about 20,000 to 30,000 soul masters. The Slaughter City, however, can muster a hundred-member enforcement team composed of Soul Sages and Soul Douluo, even including powerful Titled Douluos. This is a clear indication of the sheer size of their population.

Even if our high-end combat strength can't match theirs, the Slaughter City can rely on sheer numbers. No matter how strong a Titled Douluo is, there will come a day when their soul power is exhausted. The phrase "A Titled Douluo cannot defeat an army of 100,000" came about because of this very principle.

A heavy silence filled the room. Qian Xunji suddenly spoke, "Father, I want to become an Elder of the Enforcement Hall."

All eyes turned to Qian Xunji.

Meeting Qian Daoliu's gaze, Qian Xunji continued, "Father, our original plan was to step down once Xiao Han and Xiao Xue had grown up. But now, Xiao Han is dead, killed in the Slaughter City. As his father, I was unable to avenge him. I want to participate in the God Ancestor's assessment and reach the same level as you. That way, even if I cannot kill the King of Slaughter in the Slaughter City, I can still take him and the entire city down with me. That threat would no longer exist."

"Father, as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, I have failed to expand the Spirit Hall as we had hoped. As a teacher, I taught such a student, losing my sense of teacherly virtue. I have failed the ideals of the God Ancestor. I don't want to be an incompetent father anymore, nor do I want to be the most useless successor in the history of the Qian family."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into thought. Qian Daoliu, too, was silent. He never imagined that the usually timid Qian Xunji would have such determination.

Qian Xunji continued, "Rest assured, Father, I won't do anything foolish before Xiao Xue has truly grown up. I will protect the Spirit Hall and safeguard the legacy of the God Ancestor, just as you have."

Qian Daoliu nodded. Qian Xunji had been too meek since breaking through to Titled Douluo. If future generations learned of his actions, they would likely make him a laughingstock for their descendants. The Slaughter City had already torn up its agreement with the Spirit Hall, and the fallen were no longer under control. That was an absolute disaster for the continent. Qian Xunji's destruction of the Slaughter City would at least be a small contribution.

Qian Daoliu then asked, "If you're not here, who will handle the affairs of the Pope's Palace? Who will run the Spirit Hall?"

Qian Xunji was silent for a moment before responding, "Let Bibi Dong handle it. She has the experience. Since only you and I remain alive, I believe she won't dare to cause trouble openly. Once my son completes the Angel assessment or Xiao Xue becomes capable of standing on her own, we can replace her. As for the soul rings, let her obtain them herself. Without the help of elders or protectors, I believe she won't be able to acquire anything good."

"Alright." Qian Daoliu turned to look at the six other elders. He wanted to hear their opinions.

The Golden Crocodile spoke first, "Big Brother, don't worry. I've always supported your decisions. With Bibi Dong's strength, she can't make any waves under our watch."

The other five elders also nodded slightly. Bibi Dong was merely a tool for the transition of the Spirit Hall, just a mere Soul Douluo—she couldn't make any significant moves.

To obtain a Titled Douluo's ninth soul ring, one must venture into the core of the Star Dou Forest to hunt soul beasts. These beasts are at least 30,000 years old, and even if Bibi Dong miraculously hunted a 90,000-year-old beast, would she have the courage to absorb it? If she dared to do so, the lurking soul beasts would devour her. Without help, Bibi Dong's cultivation would be limited to 89th-level Soul Douluo. If she chose ordinary thousand- or ten-thousand-year soul rings, her fate would be even worse.

"No one can stir up trouble under our watch," was the unanimous thought of the eight elders of the Hall of Worship.

The scene shifted to Bibi Dong's former residence in the Hall of Saints. Qian Xunji hesitated for a long time before finally pushing open the door and stepping inside.

The interior of Bibi Dong's residence was extravagantly decorated, furnished with the finest reflective materials. There were luxurious furniture and cosmetics, everything one could imagine. Although Qian Xunji had placed Bibi Dong under house arrest, her material needs were still readily met.

Despite it being daytime, the reflective materials in the palace made the surroundings unnaturally dark. Bibi Dong had intentionally sealed all the light-filtering vents, ensuring the palace remained in complete darkness.

"What do you want?"

Bibi Dong's voice, usually sweet and melodious, now had the chilling quality of a death knell. She sat in the darkest corner of the palace, her eyes, now blood-red, exuded an overwhelming killing intent, almost materializing in the air.

Bibi Dong's desire to kill Qian Xunji had reached its peak. Despite her usual self-control, she could no longer contain it.

Qian Xunji's face remained calm, almost unnaturally so—his sorrow had transformed his expression into that of a soulless being. His voice was devoid of any emotion. "Xiao Han is dead."

Upon hearing these four words, Bibi Dong froze for a moment.

Qian Xunji continued, "He died in the Slaughter City, killed by the King of Slaughter."

"What are you trying to say? Do you expect me to go to the Slaughter City and avenge that bastard?"

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cruel smile as she let out a growl, "Ridiculous, Qian Xunji. I'd rather those two bastards die quickly. The existence of your Angel Clan and those children is a disgrace that proves why I, Bibi Dong, am still alive in this world!"

Qian Xunji responded coldly, "I don't need you to avenge him. You're not fit to be a mother to those children. I will take care of Xiao Han's revenge myself. I want you to become the next Pope and manage the Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong was momentarily stunned again, before letting out another cold laugh. "So, you want to use me as a stepping stone to cultivate and participate in that disgusting God Ancestor's trial to increase your power? You want to use me as a tool to pass the time so another bastard can take over when he grows up?"

"Whether you agree or not, you'll either become the Pope and I won't restrict your freedom, or you'll stay here forever. If necessary, I, Qian Xunji, will give up my face and have my father return to the position of Pope!"

Qian Xunji rarely used such a provocative method, but if Qian Daoliu were to hear this, he would likely slap him across the face in response.

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment before speaking, "Fine, but this time I want the true position of Pope, not that meaningless title of Acting Pope!"

Qian Xunji replied, "That's fine. If you don't betray us, the position will rightfully be yours."

(End of Chapter)