Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Three breaths later, both of them retreated.

Tang Hao's feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground, and mud and gravel churned up beneath his feet.

He retreated nearly ten steps before he could barely regain his balance, but Qian Xunji only managed to retreat six steps.

Tang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaving a red line on the back of his hand.

His gaze remained unchanged; the blood only intensified the murderous intent in his eyes.

Qian Xunji's lips curled into a smile. "Is this all you've got?" His voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm. "Then I invite you to go to hell and face divine punishment!"

Six angel wings spread out behind him, each feather burning with golden flames.

The moment he flapped his wings, his figure vanished from his spot. It wasn't teleportation; his speed was so fast that it couldn't be detected by the naked eye. The next instant, he appeared behind Tang Hao, and holy fire poured out from his palm, aiming straight for Tang Hao's back.

Flames licked at Tang Hao's flesh, sizzling and oozing oil, and his back quickly charred in the flames.

The skin turned from flesh-colored to charcoal black, and a pungent, burnt smell filled the air.

Before Qian Xunji could even get excited, he witnessed an unbelievable scene on Tang Hao.

The nine spirit rings exploded simultaneously with a "whoosh," turning into countless points of light. They then surged wildly towards the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Wu's hand.

Qian Xunji's smile froze for a moment as Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in his mind: "Be careful! This is a secret technique of the Haotian Sect, you cannot fight it head-on!" Hearing his father say this, a hint of tension appeared in his eyes.

However, his body reacted faster than his brain, flapping his six wings to try and create distance.

But Tang Hao had already leaped high into the air, shouting, "Great Sumeru Hammer!"

All his soul power was concentrated in the Haotian Hammer at this moment, and the black hammer became as heavy as a mountain in his hands, with the patterns on the hammer surface glowing with a dark red light.

The aura was locked tightly around Qian Xunji, his limbs stiffened, his fluids froze, his breath stopped, and he could only watch helplessly as the hammer drew closer and closer.

At that critical moment, Yue Qingge moved.

He raised his right hand in front of the window, and at that moment, the icy ocean in his spiritual sea surged with towering waves, and the figure of the Snow Emperor emerged from the depths of the icy sea.

Her long, snow-white hair fluttered in the void, and Yue Qingge's will was reflected in her empty, icy eyes.

"Snow Emperor."

As Yue Qingge silently recited the mantra, Xue Di's body transformed into a stream of light, emerging from her spiritual sea and merging with Yue Qingge.

An extremely cold aura burst forth from his body, and the aura of time rose all the way up.

Yue Qingge summoned the Zhenbing Moon String Bow, and using the ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing Marrow as a guide, he slowly pulled back the heavy bowstring.

The air around them suddenly dropped to freezing point. Bai Chenxiang shivered behind him and instinctively wrapped the blankets around herself tighter.

Mo Yuan subtly moved half a step closer to Yue Qingge, his soul power already gathered beneath his black robe, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

The bow is drawn to its fullest extent, poised to be released.

Against the backdrop of the pitch-black night, a gigantic hammer descended from the sky. Qian Xunji stared at the hammer, gritted his teeth, and six wings folded around him, enveloping his entire body.

But those golden wings were much dimmer than Qian Renxue's. "Bang—!!!" The entire earth trembled violently from this blow, not to mention Qian Xunji in the center, who fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

His six wings were torn to pieces by the airflow, and golden feathers flew everywhere.

A flicker of unprecedented panic flashed in Qian Daoliu's aged eyes. His figure vanished from the spot, and in the next instant, he appeared in the night sky, swooping down in the direction where Qian Xunji had fallen.

He tried to catch his son, but someone was faster than him. No, it should be that an arrow was faster than him.

The icy blue light shot off Yue Qingge's bowstring, like an aurora borealis shooting from the end of the polar night, drawing an unstoppable trajectory across the night sky.

The light pierced through the golden feathers fluttering in the air, and also through Qian Xunji's chest.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, Qian Xunji didn't even feel any pain.

He only felt a chill in his chest, and when he lowered his noble head, he saw a fist-sized hole in his chest.

There was no blood on the edges, only ice shards hanging there.

His vision began to blur, and he saw his father's face appear before him, his aged face now filled with terror and grief.

When Qian Daoliu reached out and caught him, his hands were trembling.

Qian Xunji seemed to want to say something; her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

The moment Qian Daoliu caught him, he sensed something was wrong. His body was too light.

In an instant, Qian Xunji burst open in his arms.

It shattered into countless tiny ice powders within these cracks, drifting away on the night wind.

Chapter 171 You'd better give me an explanation

Qian Daoliu's arms were empty; the handful of ice jelly slipped through his fingers. He was hunched over, his hands still in the embracing position, but there was only emptiness left in his arms.

All calm vanished from those aged eyes, replaced by a fury on the verge of collapse, threatening to burn the entire world to ashes.

"Moonlight Song!!!"

His voice sounded as if it were being torn from the depths of his soul, the sound waves rippling in the night sky in visible circles.

"I've been too lazy to care about you all, so you've betrayed me?!" The pressure of the Limit Douluo descended from the sky, like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Those who were slightly weaker knelt down immediately, while those who were slightly stronger turned pale and their legs trembled.

Bai Chenxiang groaned behind Yue Qingge, her face as pale as paper, as Xue Di casually swung out a palm.

But the moment that palm struck, Qian Daoliu's oppressive aura was completely blocked by her. Tang Xiao appeared beside Tang Hao at this moment, glancing at his younger brother.

His body was charred black, the skin and flesh on his back were unrecognizable, and blood seeped out from the gaps in the scabs.

Tang Xiao's eyes reddened for a moment, but he didn't show any other expression. He simply raised his hand and patted Tang Wu's shoulder.

"The elders escorted him back to the sect."

He turned around, facing the Spirit Hall's enshrined figures who were rushing over, and slowly raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.

At the same time, the white figure beside Yue Qingge was already clashing with Qian Daoliu's aura.

Tang Xiao's pupils contracted slightly as he glanced at the white figure beside Yue Qingge.

He didn't know who the white figure was, but he knew what that figure meant.

If he hadn't seen that figure could rival Qian Daoliu, he would have already carried Tang Hao and run away.

It would be extremely unwise for the Clear Sky Sect to go to war with the Spirit Hall when it was already surrounded by enemies. Tang Hao was also blinded by greed.

Yue Qingge glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, a mysterious smile appearing on her face.

The elders of the other offering hall have all come down to the stage.

Seven figures rose into the air from all directions of the Spirit Hall ruins, forming an impenetrable net that surrounded Yue Qingge and the others.

Qian Daoliu walked towards Yue Qingge step by step.

With each step Qian Daoliu took, his momentum would rise higher and higher.

"Yue Qingge, you had better give me an explanation."

Yue Qingge helplessly spread her hands and shrugged: "It's obvious that Palace Master Qian died from a fall. It has nothing to do with me."

This is like adding fuel to the fire.

Qian Daoliu's eyes changed completely in that instant, devoid of any reason. His martial spirit slowly emerged behind him, and twelve enormous angel wings spread out behind him, the golden light illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime.

He descended from the sky carrying the angel's holy sword, and wherever the sword passed, space was torn apart and a piercing shriek was heard.

Then he was stopped in mid-air by the figure of a spider king. "You old bastard, what do you want to do?!"

Bibi Dong's voice carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

Her figure emerged from the night sky, blocking Qian Daoliu and Yue Qingge. Behind her, eight enormous spider legs stood ready.

The angel's holy sword struck the defensive line formed by the overlapping spider legs with a loud crash, sparks flying everywhere.

Bibi Dong's body was pressed down several feet by that enormous force, and cracks appeared in the space beneath her feet, but she did not retreat an inch.

Qian Daoliu stared at her, a smile that was almost ferocious tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Very well, very well!"

He said "good" three times, each word more emphasized than the last. "Bibi Dong, it really was you who ordered this!"

Bibi Dong didn't even glance at him; her gaze was fixed on Yue Qingge, her fair hands exploring Yue Qingge's body.

Only after confirming that he was unharmed did she let out a soft sigh of relief. "It's good that you're not hurt. While I'm dealing with this old man, you can take the opportunity to leave."

Yue Qingge frowned: "Why are you here? Didn't we agree that you would wait for me in Tianshui?"

Bibi Dong finally raised her head and looked at him, a soft look appearing in her purple eyes.

She gently poked Yue Qingge's forehead with the pad of her index finger. "I was afraid you'd get bullied. Okay, don't worry about me anymore." After saying that, she turned around.

That face was once again covered with that intimidating frost. Qian Daoliu laughed in anger, and with a wave of his left hand, the seven elders instantly understood. Golden Crocodile Douluo was the first to rush out, his target being the Snow Empress. His eyes burned with fighting spirit, and a huge golden crocodile materialized behind him, opening its blood-red maw to devour the Snow Empress. The Snow Empress didn't even glance at him.

She casually slapped out a palm, which, when it landed in front of Golden Crocodile Douluo, had already transformed into an iceberg, smashing down on the golden crocodile with immense force.

The golden crocodile's teeth gripped the iceberg, sending ice fragments flying, but it remained unmoved, instead forcing the crocodile's upper and lower jaws apart at an angle from which they could not close.

The Azure Phoenix faced off against the Ink Kite, while the Lion charged towards Tang Xiao.

With Guangling facing off against Guiju and the other two, the remaining Qianjun and Jiangmo should have been dealt with by Jiangu and the other two.

However, they had other plans with Ning Fengzhi.

However, the quality of the titled Douluo under Bibi Dong's command was still a step below, and Ah Yin was still protecting everyone in Tianshui and did not come.

Even the Bloodthirsty Serpent Spear and his men could barely hold off one Demon-Slaying Douluo. The Spirit Hall's forces charged recklessly, while the bolder ones took advantage of the chaos to loot.

"Xue'er, I'm entrusting Xiaobai to you," Xue Di said, using her soul power to create a shield and placing Bai Chenxiang beside her. Her battle with the Golden Crocodile Douluo seemed much more casual.

The sheer force of the clash between Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu was too much for those below to withstand, and they quickly flew into the void, creating sonic booms in the deserted place.

As for Yue Qingge, she wasn't too worried, since Ling Yuanluo was still there. The remaining Thousand-Jun Douluo, on the other hand, beamed with joy, for the most crucial and weakest person was right in front of him.

If no one bothers you, it'll be a piece of cake! He's already planned to capture the other party and then enjoy better cultivation resources.

He then charged towards Yue Qingge, brandishing his Vajra Pestle with ferocious force, shouting, "Kid, watch this strike on the head!"

Yue Qingge parried with his bow, the immense force descending from above. His expression darkened slightly, and the rocks beneath his feet sank in half an inch before cracking open with several fissures.

Yue Qingge shouted, "Elder Gui, Elder Ju, you two hold off Qianjun. Leave Guangling to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow shot through the air, forcing Guangling to withdraw his attack to deal with Yue Qingge.

Gui Ju and his companion seized the opportunity to stop Qian Jun. Yue Guan fiddled with the Qi Rong Tong Tian Ju in his hand, and said in a strange tone: "Old man, look at my chrysanthemum withered, wounded all over the ground, and I'll hammer down the Pope's coldness!"

The extraordinary chrysanthemum responded and magnified a hundredfold in the wind. Its leaves transformed into the sharpest blades, protecting Yue Qingge while completely separating him from Qianjun on the battlefield.

Chapter 172 The Ice Emperor's Claw

An anger surfaced on Guangling Douluo's face.

What do you mean? Are you saying I'm inferior to Qianjun? That I'm a pushover? Although Guangling isn't the strongest, he is still an honored one. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he nocked the arrow and drew the bowstring in one fluid motion. The arrow transformed into a golden streak the moment it left his fingers.

The arrow exploded into a ring of light, and wherever it passed, a thin layer of frost condensed.

Although his martial soul's primary attribute is light, it also carries an element of ice. This is one of the reasons why Yue Qingge chose to face him. Yue Qingge specifically wanted the ice attribute; he possessed absolute dominance. "Frosty Star Meteor Moon!"

Yue Qingge let out a low shout, her fingertips plucking the bowstring. A crystal-clear arrow slashed through the air, the two arrows brushing past each other, each heading towards its own target. Guangling Douluo waved his right hand, and a Guangling Crystal appeared before him. Yue Qingge's arrow struck the crystal, producing a crisp "ding," then transformed into a phantom image and silently dissipated before the crystal.

Guangling Douluo was somewhat alarmed but still handled the situation casually, but Yue Qingge was not so relaxed.

Three years have passed, and he's only barely a Soul Emperor.

At level six against level ninety-seven, he was able to hold his own against the Light Feather Douluo for a moment, relying on the suppression of his martial soul and his physical prowess.

But that was only for a moment.

The arrows from the Light Feather pursued him relentlessly.

Yue Qingge darted and weaved through the night sky, then suddenly turned around and fired three arrows at once.

The arrows struck precisely into the arrows of the Lightfeather, and all four arrows exploded simultaneously in the night sky with a muffled bang, scattering fragments everywhere.

Yue Qingge took a breath.

Guangling Douluo laughed as he watched the figure flee.

With a condescending, cat-and-mouse mockery, he said, "Is this all the strength you have to challenge me?"

But his fingers trembled slightly in the night.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself: "These young people nowadays are truly outrageous. A Soul Emperor can actually withstand the pursuit of a level 97 Title Luo? If he were to cultivate for another ten years, what would become of him?"