Douluo Continent: Blue and Silver Twins, adopted by Bibi Dong

Chapter 124 Qian Daoliu: Nurturing Blue Moon to Become a God! The City of Slaughter, the Death God Spider Queen Bibi Dong!

Qian Xunji fell silent.

No.

For 20,000 years, not a single one has been found.

Even his father, Qian Daoliu, who was hailed as the most amazing genius of the angel race in ten thousand years, could only borrow a portion of divine power to reach the realm of a demigod.

As for becoming a god—

That was a dream that was out of reach.

"The inheritance of divine power requires not only talent, but also opportunity, luck, and—fate."

Qian Daoliu turned around, looked at Qian Xunji, and said with more certainty, "Although Tang Chen is exceptionally talented, he still needs these things if he wants to become a god."

"Moreover, the places where gods inherit their lineage are often accompanied by unimaginable dangers."

Whether he found the inheritance or died on the way, no one knows.

But what if—

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Qian Xunji was still somewhat worried.

"What if he really does become a god?"

Qian Daoliu sneered, his eyes turning sharp: "Then let him come."

"My family has been under the protection of the Angel God for 20,000 years, and the Angel God's divine power has long been integrated into our bloodline."

"In this Martial Soul City, in this Hall of Worship, even if a true god were to descend, I, Qian Daoliu, would dare to fight him!"

"not to mention----"

Qian Daoliu paused, his gaze turning towards the depths of the Hall of Worship, towards the secret chamber where the Golden Crocodile Douluo was in seclusion: "The second brother has already broken through the level 99 limit, a true Limit Douluo, not a demigod, but better than a demigod."

"In addition to you, me, and several worshippers in the temple."

Even if Tang Chen truly returns as a god and wants to destroy my Spirit Hall, he will have to pay a price he cannot afford!

Qian Xunji felt somewhat relieved, but the gloom still lingered.

"But Father, if Tang Chen becomes a god, he will be a true deity after all—"

"god?"

Qian Daoliu scoffed, "You think gods are omnipotent?"

"Naposesi was invincible on the sea, relying on the power of the sea god."

But if she dares to step out of the sea and onto this land, do you think she'll still have much skill left?

"The power of gods is also limited by rules."

"If Tang Chen truly becomes a god, and he were to descend directly upon Wuhun City, he would be breaking the rules between the divine realm and the mortal world. At that time, people from the divine realm would naturally come to deal with him."

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji's eyes lit up slightly.

"What Father means is—"

"What I mean is, prepare for the worst, and strive for the best."

Qian Daoliu turned around again, his back to Qian Xunji, his voice deep and weary: "I will continue to send people to secretly investigate Tang Chen's matter."

Over there, you should intensify your efforts to train Dong'er and Xiaoyue.

Those two children are both incredibly talented, especially that Blue Moon—"

Mentioning Lan Yue, Qian Daoliu's tone revealed a rare hint of admiration: "He's only seven years old, and he's already a level thirty-eight Soul Master, right?"

"Yes."

Qian Xunji nodded, a hint of pride appearing in his eyes: "That child is exceptionally talented, and what's even more remarkable is that his mental capacity far surpasses that of his peers."

A few days ago in the Blue Silver Forest, they even crippled Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, giving my Spirit Hall two big bargaining chips.

"Um.

""

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly: "Take good care of him."

"If my Qian family is truly destined to be unable to produce another Angel God, then this child—"

Perhaps this could be our last resort.

"Hindsandwich?"

Qian Xunji was slightly taken aback, but then he understood his father's meaning.

Blue Moon is not a member of the Thousand Family and therefore cannot inherit the Angel God's mantle.

But he possesses twin martial souls, an incredible cultivation speed, and a body-refining talent that even the Golden Crocodile praises highly.

If Lan Yue can become a god in the future, then the Spirit Hall will also have a true deity!

"I understand."

Qian Xunji nodded heavily.

"Go."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand: "Lock up those two brats from the Haotian Sect for now, don't let them die. As for Tang Chen's matter—there's no use in rushing it."

"Yes."

Qianxun bowed and took his leave.

Stepping out of the offering hall, a night breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill.

He stood outside the palace gate, gazing at the brightly lit Martial Soul City in the distance, and the dark night sky further away, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

Tang Chen, where are you?

Did he die in some unknown corner, or is he truly on the unattainable path to godhood somewhere?

he does not know.

But what he knew was that regardless of whether Tang Chen could ultimately become a god, the Spirit Hall had to be prepared.

This is the destiny of the Qian family, and also the destiny of the Spirit Hall.

Alternatively, they will be reduced to ashes under the oppressive power of God.

Either break free from fate and truly reign supreme.

The key to all this might lie in those two children, Bibi Dong, and Lan Yue, whom he found increasingly difficult to understand.

"Dong'er, Xiaoyue————"

Qian Xunji murmured to himself, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "I hope you will not disappoint your master."

Deep inside the water prison.

Tang Hao was thrown back into the pool of sewage, his pale and distorted face reflected in the murky water.

He lay prone on the cold ground, his lips still moving unconsciously: "Grandfather—he will come back—he definitely will—"

"When that time comes—I will make you—all—die—"

Meanwhile, in the far north.

The City of Slaughter.

A tall, slender figure walked slowly and steadily from the direction of the dueling arena.

The dark purple dress was soaked in blood, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her breathtaking curves.

Her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders, with sticky liquid still dripping from the ends.

It's hard to tell if it's sweat or someone else's blood.

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Bibi Dong's face was aloof, and her eyes were calm.

"Seventh consecutive win."

Bibi Dong silently recited the number in her mind, a faint smile curving her lips.

It's not enough.

To escape this hell, one must pass the trials of the Hell Road. And the qualification to enter the Hell Road is a hundred consecutive victories.

One hundred life-or-death battles.

There are still 930 opponents to kill.

She walked casually, her steps perfectly steady.

Even after just experiencing a series of challenges that felt like a relentless battle, she still had plenty of energy.

This is the gap between a level 71 Soul Saint and ordinary Fallen Ones—a chasm that cannot be crossed.

In the shadows on both sides of the street, countless eyes were fixed on her.

There is greed, fear, hatred, and naked desire.

She is so beautiful.

Even covered in blood, even exuding murderous intent, her stunningly beautiful face could still drive any man mad.

But no one dared to move.

It's been seven days.

This woman's name has spread like a plague throughout the outskirts of the Killing City.

Seven days, seven duels, sixty-three opponents, all died at her hands.

And each of them died a very tragic death.

The purplish-black poison will corrode their corpses into pus, leaving no trace of their bodies.

She has a nickname: "Spider Queen".

The Spider Queen of Death.

No one knows where she came from, no one knows her true identity, all that is known is that she is ridiculously strong and ruthless.