Douluo: Emerald Poison King

Chapter 184: Seven Great Offerings
Faced with Qian Daoliu's presumptuous question, Chen Ming explained his background to Qian Daoliu over and over again with some embarrassment.

I am a poison soul master who plays with poison. I have a family. Although my parents died early, they are definitely my biological parents. I am just a single martial soul and I don’t have a six-winged angel hidden in me.

Chen Ming didn't know how much of his explanation Qian Daoliu had listened to. He just felt that although Qian Daoliu didn't seem to ask any more questions, his eyes were still strange when he looked at the Angel Sword in his hand.

Even though the Holy Sword of Angels could obviously improve his condition by just holding it in his hand, under Qian Daoliu's gaze, Chen Ming still let go of the Holy Sword of Angels in his hand.

The Holy Sword of Angels circled around Chen Ming several times. After making sure that Chen Ming didn't need it, the Holy Sword of Angels paused in front of Qian Daoliu for a moment, then tore through the space with a whoosh and returned to the Temple of the Angel God.

Yes, although it has no spatial attributes at all, the Holy Sword of Angels has the ability to tear through space and teleport in a certain direction.

After all, the peerless Douluo can involve space, and although the Holy Sword of Angels is just a sword, it is also a genuine artifact.

The space of Douluo World is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the Angel Holy Sword. Therefore, as long as it cuts through the space in a certain direction, it can be teleported at will.

The core principle is to use a powerful force to make bricks fly. Chen Ming could see how it worked at a glance, but he didn't dare to try it at all.

After the Holy Sword of Angels returned to the statue of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu looked at Chen Ming with a slightly normal look. After getting Chen Ming's consent, Qian Daoliu waved his hand to cut through the space, holding Chen Ming in one hand and Qian Renxue in the other, and went directly into the depths of the Spirit Hall through the space crack.

Chen Ming was not very good at commenting on Qian Daoliu's move. Although the technical content was better than the Angel Holy Sword's previous move which relied entirely on materials to resist, it was ultimately not a perfect use of the power of space.

It's not clear how far it can be teleported, but it can be seen that the consumption is really great. Even with the strength of Qiandaoliu's peerless douluo, it is impossible to use it continuously.

The place where Qian Daoliu brought Chen Ming and Qian Renxue was the Worship Hall, where Qian Daoliu and the other six great worshippers usually lived.

At this moment, the six worshippers, including Golden Crocodile Douluo, stood solemnly in front of the statue of the Angel God, each with a cold and murderous look. Whether it was the child-like Guangling Douluo or the oldest of the worshippers, Golden Crocodile Douluo, each of them had murderous intent in their eyes.

It seemed that as long as Qian Daoliu gave an order, the priests who usually lived in seclusion in the worship hall and ignored worldly affairs would rush out directly from the worship hall, letting the entire Douluo Continent see what the anger of a Super Douluo was.

Seeing Qian Daoliu walking out of the space crack, holding Qian Renxue and a strange boy in his hands, the murderous intent in the eyes of the priests subsided a little.

The Golden Crocodile Douluo, who looked the oldest, put away the ferocious look on his face that he had not shown for decades, and put on a kind expression again. He quickly came to Qian Daoliu, squatted down, touched Qian Renxue's short hair, and then looked at Qian Daoliu.

Although he is the second priest, and nominally calls Qian Daoliu the elder priest, Golden Crocodile Douluo is actually nearly a hundred years older than Qian Daoliu, and was already a famous strong man in the continent before Qian Daoliu was born. When Qian Daoliu was young, he also assumed some of the responsibilities of Qian Daoliu's protector.

If he had not voluntarily submitted to Qian Daoliu, Qian Daoliu would have obediently called Golden Crocodile Douluo "Golden Crocodile Elder" when they met.

As for Qian Renxue, Golden Crocodile Douluo completely regarded her as his own granddaughter. As a Titled Douluo who was about to die of old age, he was a very pure person with only two things in mind: one was to protect the Spirit Hall, and the other was to protect Qian Renxue.

Just now, when he heard Snake Spear Douluo coming back to give a brief report, Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help himself. After his martial spirit possessed him, he grabbed Snake Spear Douluo's neck with one claw and picked him up like a chicken, almost breaking his neck.

After confirming that Qian Renxue was in good condition, Golden Crocodile Douluo breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Chen Ming beside him.

The old man was a little confused and pointed at Chen Ming.

"Brother, who is this child?"

In front of Golden Crocodile Douluo, not to mention Chen Ming, even the various worshippers of the Spirit Hall and Qian Daoliu were all grandchildren. So no one, including Chen Ming, thought there was anything wrong with what Golden Crocodile Douluo said.

"Grandpa Golden Crocodile, I almost couldn't come back."

After returning to the Spirit Hall, in front of the elders whom she had not seen for a long time, Qian Renxue, who had been relatively stable all the way, finally couldn't hold back her inner emotions and broke down in tears.

In front of the statue of the Angel God, a crowd with an average age of around a hundred years old gathered in front of Qian Renxue. The priests and Qian Daoliu frantically comforted Qian Renxue and listened carefully to her crying.

Before he could finish listening to what Qian Renxue said, the hot-tempered Lion Douluo jumped up with a roar, his eyes turned red with anger, and the soul power in his body dissipated outwards along with his emotions.

On the side, although Golden Crocodile Douluo did not speak, his hands had completely turned into the crocodile's front claws. His originally old body had expanded several times. Although his soul power was still restrained in his body under his control, his degree of danger and anger was only higher than that of Lion Douluo.

As Qian Renxue told the story of the crazy woman's perverted life, all the worshippers could not help but summon their own martial spirits. The Panlong sticks of the two Douluo Qianjun Jiangmo had touched each other at some point, and the dragon soul of the Evil-Breaking Dragon sealed in them was also roaring inside the Panlong sticks.

If that crazy woman appeared in front of them, Qianjun and Jiangmo Er Douluo would really not be able to help but whip that lunatic at the speed of sixty sticks per second, and beat her into a pool of meat paste.

The holy sword of angels that was enshrined before the huge statue of angel god had floated up at some point, and the flames on it had directly rushed to the ceiling of the enshrinement hall. The sharpness in the sword body could no longer be stopped from pouring out, and some of the scattered sword energy even sank into the ground, leaving more than a dozen marks of different sizes on the hard floor tiles.

Obviously, even in Douluo Continent, where perverts and love-minded people are rampant, the perverted behavior of that crazy woman still reached a level that outrages both humans and gods.

At this time, Qian Daoliu was no longer able to open his eyes. He raised his hands in pain, wanting to cover his ears, but he didn't dare to. The tears in the corners of his eyes were already flowing down uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)