Douluo Continent: Transmigrating into Qian Xunji, Tang San is Tang San's Daughter

A few days later in Wuhun City,

Inside the offering hall

A violent surge of soul power, seemingly ready to explode at any moment, filled the air.

A secret chamber deep within the offering hall,

In the past few days, it has practically become a massive, active volcano of soul power, ready to erupt at any moment.

If it weren't for Qian Daoliu, a level 99 peerless Douluo, personally taking action and using his immense soul power to firmly seal off this space,

The energy surges generated by those few elders' breakthroughs alone were enough to blow the roof off.

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, a dazzling dark golden beam of light suddenly broke through the edge of the barrier set up by Qian Daoliu and shot straight into the sky!

Inside the sealed room,

The bones throughout Golden Crocodile Douluo's body crackled like popping beans, and the already enormous phantom of the Golden Crocodile King behind him...

At this moment, a transformation occurred. Two dragon-horn-like protrusions appeared on the crocodile's head, and the original dark gold scales transformed into a solid golden armor.

Level 99 - Peerless Douluo!

Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly opened his eyes, feeling the terrifying power within his body that seemed capable of tearing apart heaven and earth. This iron-blooded tough guy, who had lived for over a hundred years and crawled out of piles of corpses,

At this moment, his eyes were red and his tears were streaming down his wrinkled old face without any regard for his image.

"Brother... I've broken through! I've actually reached this level!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo was so excited that he was like a 300-pound fat child, and he hugged Qian Daoliu's leg tightly.

"This life has been worthwhile. Even if I were to take on that old madman Tang Chen right now, I'd dare to pluck two of his whiskers off."

"Promising,"

Qian Daoliu kicked him while laughing and cursing, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Not only Golden Crocodile Douluo, but the other elders in the secret chamber were also glowing with health, their auras as deep and boundless as the ocean.

The potent medicinal power of the immortal herbs, combined with their solid foundation honed over several years, led to an unprecedented collective surge in the number of worshippers.

The third elder, Qingluan Douluo, steadily advanced his soul power from level 97 to level 98, just a hair's breadth away from becoming a peerless Douluo.

The Fourth Elder Lion Douluo, the Fifth Elder Light Feather Douluo, and the Sixth and Seventh Elders, without exception, all saw their soul power levels increase, jumping from level 96 to level 97.

Even reaching level 98 in a few years would be a given. The overall high-end combat power of the entire Elder Hall has more than doubled in just a few days.

Looking at his old comrades whose strength had increased dramatically, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, feeling a surge of pride in his heart.

"What Three Upper Sects, what Two Great Empires..." Qian Daoliu sneered, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"With this divine blessing brought by Ji'er, my Spirit Hall will be the absolute overlord of this continent from this moment forward."

While the Elders' Hall was filled with a fanatical atmosphere of "excessive force,"

Outside Wuhun City, the situation was equally turbulent.

In the past few days, the main highway leading to Wuhun City has been almost completely jammed with the most luxurious carriage caravans on the entire continent.

Qian Xunji's letter of "open tender"

It was like a piece of bloody meat thrown into a pack of hungry wolves, drawing out all the prominent forces across the continent.

The first to arrive was the wealthy and powerful Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Zhen, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, accompanied by the young Ning Fengzhi, entered the city in a high-profile manner, escorted by the sect-protecting Douluo Yuan Lie.

Inside the storage soul tool was nearly half of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's liquid assets, as well as various resources.

For this promising candidate with twin martial souls, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School truly pulled out all its hidden funds, leaving only enough to maintain basic daily operations.

Following closely behind was the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, who made their appearance accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder.

Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen, dressed in a purple robe, strode with an imposing presence, his eyes gleaming with undisguised arrogance and domineering aura.

As the leader of the world's number one beast martial spirit sect, Yu Yuanzhen, upon receiving the letter,

They had already considered that genius with the "Twin Spider Emperors" as their own.

His son, Yu Xiaogang, failed in his martial soul mutation, and he had to find a way out for his son.

If we can bring in this genius and nurture him, he can at least protect the sect for a hundred years.

"Besides my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, who else in this world is worthy of teaching top-tier Beast Martial Souls?"

"Those weaklings from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School who only know how to provide support dare to join in the fun? It's a joke."

Yu Yuanzhen sneered repeatedly at the city gate, his loud voice making the eardrums of the surrounding guards ache.

These words were overheard by Tang Zhen, the current sect master of the Haotian Sect, who had just alighted from his carriage. Tang Zhen snorted coldly and slightly tightened his grip on the Haotian Hammer:

"Old Dragon Jade, don't speak so confidently! Twin Martial Souls are awarded to the highest bidder. This isn't some mud in your backyard that you can mold as you please."

Among the younger generation of the sect, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao are both geniuses.

It would be even better if the genius from the Spirit Hall this time were a girl.

The atmosphere at the city gate was tense.

In addition, the emperors of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire also moved in.

On the snowy night, Dai Tianfeng felt that their hopes were slim.

But since the Pope invited me, I should at least give him face, and even if I don't get anything in return, I should at least get some information.

The high-end combat power of the two great empires is indeed somewhat inferior to that of the three sects.

But this is a strategic genius who could change the future landscape of the continent. Even if we can't acquire him, we absolutely cannot let our rivals succeed so easily.

That evening, the main hall of the Papal Palace was brightly lit.

To demonstrate the Spirit Hall's "generosity" and "hospitality,"

Qian Xunji specially hosted a high-profile banquet.

These fat sheep... cough, distinguished guests, who have come from afar, are gathered together...

Inside the main hall, the various factions outwardly exchanged toasts and smiled obsequiously, but in reality, undercurrents were surging, and sparks seemed to fly between their eye contact.

Just then, the heavy bronze doors deep inside the hall slowly opened to both sides.

"His Holiness the Pope has arrived!"

As the cardinal announced the news, the once noisy hall fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to the end of the red carpet.

The first thing that caught the eye was Qian Xunji, dressed in a papal robe trimmed with dark gold and embroidered with intricate and sacred patterns.

However, when everyone saw Qian Xunji's current appearance, all the bigwigs present, including Yu Yuanzhen and Ning Zhen, had their pupils shrink sharply, their hearts filled with horror.

This...this is Chihiro?

The once dazzling golden hair, a symbol of the sacred bloodline of the angels, had vanished, replaced by long, snow-white hair, casually draped over her broad shoulders.

The gentle, compassionate, hypocritical smile that used to grace his incredibly handsome face was gone, replaced by a profound indifference and sinister charm.

What's even more terrifying is his aura.

Although Qian Xunji did not release his martial spirit, nor did he deliberately leak his soul power, he simply walked over slowly. The hidden aura of extreme darkness and judgment was like an invisible mountain pressing down on the hearts of everyone present.

That was the inherent pressure of the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul, not from soul power, but from the natural suppressive force emanating from the Martial Soul itself.