Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who intercepted the immortal herb

It was an oppressive force that defied description.

If Bibi Dong's aura was that of a cold queen, a blend of slaughter and majesty, then this newly emerging aura was that of a god looking down upon all living beings from the clouds.

Pure, vast, sacred.

Faced with this aura, both the titled Douluo of the Papal Palace and the elders of the Elder Palace felt as insignificant as dust.

They simultaneously suppressed all outward auras, leaned forward slightly, and adopted the most respectful posture.

Bibi Dong's killing intent, which was originally directed at Demon Bear Douluo, instantly dissipated.

She suddenly looked up towards the direction of the Hall of Worship, and for the first time, a deep sense of apprehension appeared on her beautiful face, which had been frozen for millennia.

A flash of golden light.

An elderly man dressed in a simple golden robe appeared silently on the high platform.

He looked like a wise old man with a kind face, as if he were just an ordinary old man next door.

But behind him, three pairs of pure white wings slowly unfurled, each feather radiating a sacred glow.

He didn't release any spirit rings; he simply stood there, becoming the sole center of heaven and earth.

Qian Daoliu, Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo.

"Greetings, High Priest."

All the titled Douluo present, including the unruly Demon Bear Douluo and the noble Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, knelt on one knee, placed their right hand on their chest, and paid the highest respect to this true pillar of the Spirit Hall.

Bishop Snow and the surrounding Knights Templars bowed their heads deeply, their bodies trembling violently with extreme awe.

On the high platform, only three people were still standing.

Pope Bibi Dong, High Priest Qian Daoliu, and Su Chen, who wields two martial souls.

Bibi Dong's fingers, which were gripping the scepter, turned slightly white.

Although she did not kneel, she bowed slightly to show respect to the old man.

"Great Master, why have you come in person?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze seemed to pierce through the void, not lingering on anyone, but landing directly on Su Chen and the two weapons in his hands.

When his gaze fell upon the Judgment Sword burning with golden holy fire, his usually calm eyes stirred with intense emotion for the first time.

That was the sacred aura that shared the same origin as his six-winged angel martial soul.

In fact, in terms of quality, the purity and nobility of this aura seemed to subtly surpass his Angelic Martial Soul.

"What an ultimate light! What an ultimate fire!"

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it sounded like the divine pronouncement of heaven, resounding deep within everyone's soul.

He ignored Bibi Dong's question and the God-Slaying Demon Spear in Su Chen's left hand, and slowly walked towards Su Chen step by step.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo instinctively wanted to step forward to protect the Pope, but found that their bodies were as if they had been frozen in place. Under the aura of Qian Daoliu, it was extremely difficult for them to even move a finger.

This is the power of a peerless Douluo.

One person can suppress the entire scene.

Qian Daoliu walked up to Su Chen, squatted down, and looked at the six-year-old child for the first time.

His eyes were gentle and kind, full of the love of an elder for a younger generation.

"Child, don't be afraid. Tell Grandpa, what's the name of the martial spirit in your right hand?"

Qian Daoliu's voice carried a calming power.

Su Chen calmly met his gaze.

He could sense that the kind and sacred power emanating from the old man was trying to penetrate his spirit and establish a dominant relationship.

However, the divine martial soul essence within him was so noble that it remained completely unmoved.

"The Holy Sword of Judgment".

Su Chen answered calmly, without a trace of the timidity a child should have.

"Judgment..." Qian Daoliu chewed on the word repeatedly, the light in his eyes growing brighter and brighter. "Judging all evil in the world? Good, good name."

He reached out his wrinkled hand, wanting to touch the holy sword.

Bibi Dong's icy voice rang out at this moment:

"High Priest, I have decided to accept Su Chen as my personal disciple. He is from the Papal Palace."

She finally couldn't help but speak up.

She knew the purpose of Qian Daoliu's trip.

This old guy values ​​the inheritance of the Angelic Martial Soul more than his own life.

The extreme light attribute that Su Chen displayed had touched his most sensitive nerve.

Qian Daoliu's hand stopped in mid-air.

He slowly stood up and turned to look at Bibi Dong.

The kind smile on his face had vanished, replaced by indifference.

"Bibi Dong, you also possess twin martial souls, you should understand the principle of not trying to do too much at once."

Qian Daoliu's tone was devoid of any emotion. "This child possesses the purest attributes of light and holiness. His martial spirit is of the same origin as my angelic lineage. Only the Hall of Worship can provide him with the best nurturing."

"As for that thing in his left hand," Qian Daoliu glanced at the God-Slaying Demon Spear, a hint of barely perceptible disgust flashing in his eyes, "it's nothing more than the dark side that arose when light was born. As long as he comes back to the Hall of Worship with me and receives the baptism of angelic power, I will naturally have a way to purify this ominous martial spirit for him, allowing him to focus on cultivating the path of holiness."

Upon hearing the word "purification," Su Chen's eyes instantly turned cold.

Purification?

His God-Slaying Demon Spear is a supreme divine-level martial soul on par with the Judgment Holy Sword, representing ultimate darkness and ultimate destruction.

In this old man's eyes, it had become an impurity that needed to be purified?

Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh:

"Purification? High Priest, are you senile? That's another top-tier martial soul on par with the Judgment Holy Sword. Just because you look down on it doesn't mean it's trash. You only see the holiness of the light, but you don't see this child's potential to control the darkness."

She stepped forward, confronting Qian Daoliu head-on, refusing to give an inch.

"The path of cultivating twin martial souls is extremely perilous; only those who have experienced it firsthand know. I can guide him to balance the power of light and darkness, but you will only turn him into a cripple."

Bibi Dong's words were like knives, piercing Qian Daoliu's weak spot.

Qian Daoliu's face darkened.

Bibi Dong's words hit a nerve in his knowledge.

He had spent his life cultivating the Angelic Martial Soul, and his understanding of divine power had reached its pinnacle. However, he knew nothing about the cultivation of darkness and the Twin Martial Soul.

"presumptuous!"

The figure of the Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, appeared not far away. He had arrived long ago, but dared not act presumptuously in front of the First Elder.

"Bibi Dong, watch your tone when you speak to the High Priest!"

Bibi Dong didn't even glance at Golden Crocodile Douluo; her gaze remained fixed on Qian Daoliu.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense.

The standoff between the two highest-ranking figures in the Spirit Hall made the air seem to freeze.

After a long while, Qian Daoliu suddenly laughed.

"You're right, Bibi Dong. You are indeed more experienced than I am in teaching twin martial souls."

Even Bibi Dong was taken aback by these words.

She never expected Qian Daoliu to back down.

But Qian Daoliu's next words made her heart sink to the bottom.

"However, this child is born with full soul power at level 20 and possesses a god-level martial soul. His fate is not something that you and I can decide."

Qian Daoliu's gaze swept across the entire room. "He is the future hope of my Spirit Hall and must receive the best training. Therefore, he must come back to the Hall of Worship with me."

"As for you, if you wish to teach him, you can come to the temple at any time. I will not stop you."

Qian Daoliu's words were grand and dignified, but their domineering and unquestionable nature was unmistakable.

He's trying to snatch people directly from Bibi Dong.