Douluo Continent: Who exactly is my father?

"A...a hundred thousand-year soul ring? No way!"

Ma Hongjun was speechless. The soul ring configuration of four purple, three black and one red, and the opponent was a support-type soul master. Was it really necessary to be so abnormal?

Looking at the divinely bestowed spirit ring floating in his hand, he didn't know why he also had a divinely bestowed spirit ring. According to what Teacher Bo had said before, each person only had one chance to obtain a divinely bestowed spirit ring during the assessment.

Ning Rongrong's 100,000-year soul ring has long been the object of everyone's longing, and the divinely bestowed soul rings in the hands of each of them may be their last hope.

Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of completing the test, Tang San's sudden shout broke the only silence in the room...

Chapter 112 I Want to Be Empress

The sky was clear and the weather was fine.

In the vast arena of the Spirit Hall, only Qian Sulin was present.

She has been the Pope of the Spirit Hall for many years now. The Spirit Hall has developed rapidly in recent years, no less than during the time when Bibi Dong was in power. The once naive little girl has now grown into a capable female pope.

Qian Sulin prefers quiet and dislikes being disturbed.

She separates work from life. In her spare time, she comes here to cultivate, holding a golden longsword, with four pairs of angel wings growing behind her, and five spirit rings under her feet, a configuration of three purple and two black spirit rings.

Such a young Soul King is something even Bo Feng might not have been able to achieve when he was a child. Each generation is stronger than the last, and the old generation dies on the beach.

The Three Lives Martial Soul and the innate full soul power of level 30 are no joke.

Suddenly, Qian Sulin realized something was wrong. Naturally quiet, she didn't like being followed. Before coming to the martial arts arena, she had already instructed people to leave far away and deal with all official business later.

The atmosphere at the scene was incredibly quiet, which added to the solemnity.

Qian Sulin held her breath, stood still, and began to observe every corner of the field. At the same time, the Angel Domain was quietly being released.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere, emanating an unknown domain no weaker than the Angel Domain. It should be noted that Qian Sulin's main martial soul, the Six-Winged Angel, is arguably the number one martial soul on the continent.

Perhaps the only thing that can rival it is...

In an instant, the man in black stepped forward without saying a word. He clenched his fist and slammed it directly at Qian Sulin. The powerful impact struck the Angel Sword, causing Qian Sulin to stagger back several steps.

Good heavens, she's met her match. After sitting as the Pope for so many years, this is the first time Qian Sulin has ever faced someone like this, since no one dares to carry out an assassination openly.

No one dared to offend either, since the wrath of the Spirit Hall and Seagod Island was not something any force on the Douluo Continent would dare to provoke. If the two forces joined forces, they could very well wipe out the Douluo Continent, and the probability of them not unifying the Douluo Continent was also very high.

In an instant, Qian Sulin understood the identity of the person in front of her. They were born of the same mother, and even though they hadn't seen each other for so many years, their bond as siblings would never change.

Perfect, let's test how much you've improved over the years.

"First Soul Skill, Angel Assault."

Qian Sulin clenched her fist, holy light emanating from it, and struck straight at the man in black. As everyone knows, Qian Sulin's first spirit ring is a thousand years old. Compared to the first spirit skill of most spirit masters on the continent, her first spirit skill, Angel Assault, is rarely blocked head-on.

The man in black remained calm, his purple soul rings pulsating beneath his feet. A trident appeared in his hand, clashing with the Angel Sword. At the same time, his left hand met Qian Sulin's Angel Assault head-on. The two fought to a standstill, neither gaining the upper hand for the time being.

Immediately afterwards, Qian Sulin smiled slightly and said, "As expected of you, you have made great progress in recent years. That's right, with your father constantly guiding you and seven titled Douluo as your teachers, your strength must be much stronger."

At the same time, Qian Sulin repelled the man in black and created a safe distance from him, and her fifth spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Divine Sword."

A longsword formed from sacred fire, it can also be used as a hand blade, with extremely powerful attack capabilities.

Qian Sulin wielded the enlarged Angel Sword, its sacred flames blazing fiercely, sending flames soaring into the sky as she charged towards the man in black with overwhelming force.

Not to be outdone, the man in black activated his fifth soul skill, and his trident instantly transformed into something resembling cast gold, its blade gleaming brilliantly as it clashed with the oncoming angel's sword.

In an instant, the aftershocks of the shockwaves reverberated throughout every corner of the Spirit Hall.

Just as the two were about to make another move, several elders from the Spirit Hall arrived and surrounded the man in black.

"You may all step back."

As Qian Sulin spoke calmly, the angel sword in her hand disappeared, her soul rings retracted, and the six-winged angel gradually dissipated.

At the same time, the man in black also put away his trident.

"Bro, you're so boring! How could you come up with such a dull entrance?"

Qian Sulin stared speechlessly at the man in black in front of her. Well, he was still wearing the clothes her father wore back then. Did he think she didn't recognize him?

Man in black: "..."

sloppy...

My identity has been exposed, I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table...

"You've grown into a beautiful woman after all these years."

"Um……"

"She's gained quite a bit of weight..."

Bo Ling took off her black clothes and couldn't help but joke.

Qian Sulin was speechless. Looking at her older brother, whom she hadn't seen for many years, she stepped forward and gave him a hug with obvious disdain.

Suddenly, Bo Ling's eyelids twitched. The little girl had always been like this since she was a child. She felt pain from the soft flesh in her waist and there was nothing she could do for a while. After all, she was her own sister.

The elders of the Spirit Hall exchanged glances upon seeing this, and then slowly retreated. This was the Pope's elder brother and the heir to Seagod Island; they dared not provoke him. Fortunately, they hadn't made a move earlier, or they would have been in trouble.

"Brother, what brings you to Douluo Continent? Where's Pingting? Why didn't she come?"

Bo Ling shrugged in frustration and said, "There's nothing I can do. I had already spoken to my father beforehand, and I was planning to come out with Pingting. But just as we were about to leave, Pingting and I ran into my second mother, and then... Pingting..."

Those who know, know...

In an instant, Qian Sulin understood. As Bibi Dong's daughter and the sole inheritor of her martial soul, the three-life martial soul was powerful, but the two-life martial soul was no joke either.

Furthermore, Bo Pingting has always been playful, so making her cultivate would undoubtedly be fatal. Therefore, she wasn't included in this trip, which is indirectly fortunate for Bo Ling, otherwise reaching the Spirit Hall would have taken much more effort.

"Ok."

"Are our parents doing well on Poseidon Island?"

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, Qian Sulin was not free to do as she pleased. She had to support a large number of people and handle countless matters. Although the years had passed and she had become more adept at handling things, what girl doesn't yearn for freedom and waste her precious youth here?

Bo Ling laughed and said, "Don't worry, our parents are living a very good life."

Qian Sulin: "???"

"Let's put them aside for now. The main reason I came to Douluo Continent this time is to visit you. I really envy you, being able to stay in Douluo Continent all day long and being the Pope of the Spirit Hall. Unlike me, I'm just miserable. Besides dealing with Seagod Island affairs every day, I also have to endure the torture of the Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos every now and then. Don't you think my life is pretty miserable!"

"Waaaaah..."

I wanted to cry but couldn't...

Qian Sulin's lips twitched slightly. Well, they were in the same boat.

After catching up for a while, the brother and sister left the arena and headed towards the Elder Hall. Bo Ling had finally come to the Spirit Hall, so she still wanted to pay her respects to her great-grandfather.

"You're really weak. You've been on Poseidon Island for so many years, how come your strength is still so poor?"

Qian Sulin relentlessly attacked Bo Ling, not forgetting to roll her eyes at her.

"You're no different. Did you go crazy being the Pope of the Spirit Hall? Angelic Assault was so weak, I dealt with it with one punch. And the Holy Sword couldn't even break through my fifth spirit skill. Is that all?"

Bo Ling didn't tolerate Qian Su Lin either, and the two siblings argued the whole way they went.

If Bo Ling hadn't been Qian Su Lin's older brother, he might have been captured on the spot by the Spirit Hall members.

Outside the Elder Hall, the bustling noise immediately caught Qian Daoliu's attention.

You're bad!

"You can't do it!"

"You can't do it!"

You're terrible!

"..."

"..."

"..."

Qian Daoliu recognized one of the voices, but as for Bo Ling's voice, it sounded familiar, though he couldn't quite place it.

The door slowly opened, and Qian Sulin and Bo Ling, the brother and sister, walked in with a dazzling display of skill, creating a solemn atmosphere. Even Qian Daoliu, who was used to grand occasions, was slightly taken aback.

"I'm not going to hold it against you."

"cut!"

Bo Ling snorted coldly, then turned to Qian Daoliu and said with a smile, "Great-grandfather, it's been a long time."

Seeing that the person who came was Bo Ling, Qian Daoliu was not surprised. Perhaps only Bo Ling would dare to openly argue with Pope Qian Sulin.

Looking at the child who used to have difficulty walking, now that I haven't seen him for several years, he has grown up a lot and become more determined and strong. No wonder he is the offspring of Namikaze and her granddaughter, he just feels different.

"..."

"I agreed."

Qian Daoliu smiled slightly and agreed with Bo Ling's opinion.

Qian Sulin has been the Pope of the Spirit Hall for many years. He has been diligent and conscientious all these years, but he also needs to relax appropriately. With his elder brother Bo Ling by his side, he believes that no one in the Douluo Continent is as inconspicuous as him.

And so, Bo Ling stayed at the Spirit Hall for a day, and the next day she and Qian Sulin set off for Douluo Continent, taking this time to relax and temporarily unload the burdens on their shoulders.

Meanwhile, on Poseidon Island.

At the Seahorse City Lord's Mansion, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar have completed their trials and absorbed their respective divinely bestowed soul rings, thus increasing their strength.

Although they failed to condense a 100,000-year soul ring like Ning Rongrong, the soul rings absorbed by each of them were no less than 50,000 years old, and even more powerful, and perfectly suited to each of them.

"Hey, we're all free now, you guys keep up the good work!"

Dai Mubai, the leader, stretched lazily, and the black six-pointed star above his head disappeared. He felt much more comfortable. After all, anyone would feel this way if they had a ticking time bomb on their head all day.

Tang San sighed, "My seventh trial is the same as Rongrong's; I need to defeat a Deep Sea Demon Whale King."

"If I remember correctly, wasn't the Deep Sea Demon Whale King killed by Teacher Bo? How come there's still a Deep Sea Demon Whale King?"

Ning Rongrong asked, puzzled.

Oscar said, "Darling, you just don't understand."

“You understand?” Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at Oscar.

Oscar smiled knowingly. "I asked Teacher Bo yesterday. The real Deep Sea Demon Whale King is already dead. The Deep Sea Demon Whale King in charge of the Seventh Trial is just a shell, a puppet with all the skills but no soul."