Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

Even more terrifying are the lands destroyed by the horned demons.

The buildings turned into gray-black ruins, the vegetation withered, and even the soil turned into dark red scorched earth.

On those scorched earth, new horned demons are being conceived.

Wuhun City.

Bibi Dong stood on the high platform of the Papal Palace, looking down at the black smoke rising from the direction of the distant mine.

There were at least five hundred horned demons gathered there.

"Your Holiness the Pope," Ghost Leopard Douluo's voice came from behind, "News has come from the Hall of Worship that the Grand Elder has emerged from seclusion."

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly.

A thousand streams.

A level 99 peerless Douluo, the spokesperson of the Angel God, and the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall.

He had not left the Temple of Angels for ten years.

Where is he?

"The main hall. He's waiting for you."

Bibi Dong turned around and walked towards the main hall.

The main hall of the Spirit Hall, beneath the statue of the angel.

Qian Daoliu stood there, dressed in white as snow, with long hair flowing down his shoulders, his face as calm as a stagnant pool.

He looked up at the enormous angel statue, motionless.

This is the scene that Bibi Dong saw when she entered the main hall.

"Great Venerable One," she said calmly.

Qian Daoliu turned around and looked at her.

His eyes were calm, but Bibi Dong saw something beneath that calm.

That was anger.

An anger that had been suppressed for ten years, almost overflowing from his chest.

"Those monsters," Qian Daoliu said, his voice hoarse, "are afraid of light."

Bibi Dong was taken aback.

"The angel statue lit up while I was in seclusion."

Qian Daoliu turned around and looked at the statue: "Three days ago, the moment those monsters descended, the statue lit up, and the power of angels flowed within it, as if it were telling me something."

He stretched out his hand, and a golden light appeared in his palm.

That is the exclusive power of the Angelic Martial Soul, a symbol of light and holiness.

"I went to northern Xinjiang."

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly.

"You went to northern Xinjiang? Alone?"

"I flew there." Qian Daoliu didn't answer her question: "Those monsters retreated when they saw my light. Not by running away, but by instinct, like wild beasts seeing fire."

He clenched his fist, and golden light spilled out from between his fingers.

"They are afraid of light. They are afraid of the sun. They are afraid of all light and sacred power."

Bibi Dong remained silent.

Then she smiled.

It was a cold laugh, as if mocking the monsters, or perhaps mocking fate itself.

"Light can subdue them," she said. "Then things will be much easier."

Qian Daoliu looked at her: "What do you want to do?"

"Led by the Spirit Hall, we will unite all Spirit Masters capable of using Light-attribute Spirit Souls. The Heaven Dou Empire doesn't have many Spirit Masters with Light-attribute Spirit Souls, and the Star Luo Empire is about the same. But our Spirit Hall..."

She paused, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"We possess angelic martial spirits. We have six-winged angels. We possess the purest power of light in this world."

Qian Daoliu remained silent.

He knew what Bibi Dong was talking about.

She was talking about Qian Renxue.

That girl who inherited the spirit of the six-winged angel, that person who possesses the strongest power of light in the world.

"Xue'er is still in the Heavenly Dou Empire," Qian Daoliu said.

"Summon her back." Bibi Dong's voice left no room for negotiation: "Those monsters are ten thousand times more important than her so-called 'grand plan'."

Qian Daoliu looked at her and remained silent for a long time.

"it is good."

[Heavenly Dou Empire - Imperial Palace]

When Qian Renxue received the message, she was reviewing memorials.

She has been impersonating Xue Qinghe for many years.

The eldest prince of the Heaven Dou Empire is gentle, refined, intelligent, and wise; everyone likes him.

No one knew that this "eldest prince" was actually a woman, and even fewer people knew that she was the young master of the Spirit Hall.

But at that moment, the pen in her hand stopped in mid-air.

The message did not come from a secret order from the Spirit Hall, but from her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

"return."

Only two words.

But these two words carry more weight than any secret order.

Qian Renxue put down her pen and stood up.

She walked to the window and looked at the sky above Tiandou City.

It was all gray there, not because it was a cloudy day, but because the ashes drifted from the place where the horned demon had descended.

She closed her eyes and felt the Angelic Martial Soul within her body.

Six-winged angel.

The purest power of light in this world.

Those monsters are afraid of light.

I'm afraid of her.

She opened her eyes, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

"interesting."

She turned and walked out of the room.

Two guards were waiting for her outside the door.

"Issue the order that I am unwell and need to rest. All political affairs will be handled by a few ministers for the time being."

"Your Highness, you—"

"I'm going on a long trip."

She walked out of the palace and into the sunlight.

As the sunlight fell upon her, she felt the resonance of the Angelic Martial Soul within her.

It was an excitement, a longing, an instinct to tear through the darkness.

She looked up at the sky in the distance, shrouded in black smoke.

"Wait," she whispered, "I'm coming to kill you."

[Northern Xinjiang - Frontline]

Three days ago, this was Huyan Zhan's military camp.

Now, this place is a ruin.

But there were people in the ruins.

Qian Daoliu stood at the highest point of the ruins, his white clothes fluttering in the wind.

Behind him stood the most elite forces of the Spirit Hall—two elders, five senior elders, and thirty high-level Soul Masters at the Soul Douluo level.

Everyone has one thing in common.

Their martial spirits all possess the attribute of light.

Below, more than three hundred horned demons roamed the ruins.

They had already spotted these uninvited guests, and their dark purple eyes all turned to look at them.

"Let's begin," Qian Daoliu said softly.

He raised his hand.

Golden light burst forth from his palm, like a small sun exploding on the ruins.

More than three hundred horned demons screamed at the same time.

The sound was unlike anything any living being could make; it was sharp, piercing, and filled with terror.

They retreated, jostled, trampled each other, trying to escape the golden light.

But the golden light disappeared too quickly.

It surged through the ruins like a tide, engulfing every horned demon.

The horned demon, enveloped in golden light, began to smoke from its black scales, as if its skin had been branded with a hot iron.

They rolled, struggled, and screamed on the ground, then turned into a pile of black ashes within seconds.

More than three hundred horned demons.

Thirteen seconds.

All died.

Qian Daoliu lowered his hand, and the golden light dissipated.

The people behind him all fell silent.

They knew the High Priest was very powerful.

A level 99 Peerless Douluo, one of the strongest people in the world.

But they didn't expect it to be this strong.

"They fear light." Qian Daoliu turned around and looked at them. "The stronger the light, the faster they die. The light power of the Angelic Martial Soul has a natural advantage against them. Although your Martial Souls are not as pure as the Angelic Martial Soul, you can still damage them by releasing light-attribute Soul Skills."

He paused.

"Remember, don't engage in melee combat. Don't get hurt by them. Attack from a distance using light-attribute soul skills. If your soul power is depleted, retreat into the sunlight—they won't dare chase you into the sunlight."

"Great Master," an elder asked cautiously, "what if it's cloudy? What if it's nighttime?"

Qian Daoliu glanced at him.

"Then light it. There's light in the fire too. It may not be the purest, but it'll be enough to make them wary."

He looked up at the sky.

"The sun is our most powerful weapon. As long as the sun exists, they cannot completely devour the world."

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