Faith Collapsed

As the sun set, Neuvillette and Focalors left the river and walked slowly towards Heaven Dou City.

They returned the fish that had jumped out of the water to the river.

Neuvillette had lost the bet.

"Let's go back and preside over the spirit fight first. We'll talk about the punishment later."

Focalors looked at Neuvillette with a slight blush, raising her head and glancing sideways at him.

"I'm willing to admit defeat, no problem."

Neuvillette nodded and said expressionlessly.

But his heartbeat, which was much faster than usual, could not be faked.

Focalors knew Neuvillette's heartbeat was accelerating. She just smiled at him, but didn't say anything.

Who wasn't like that?

This feeling was really beautiful, and it was wonderful to be able to continue like this.

"Neuvillette, I'm a little tired."

Focalors suddenly stopped and said.

Hearing this, Neuvillette paused, thought for a moment, walked over to Focalors, and wrapped his arms around her waist... a horizontal hug...

"???"

Focalors had thought Neuvillette would carry her on his back, but she never expected that he would hold her like this.

This...this was also very good!

"You worked hard today to fight the spirit. Let me carry you back."

Neuvillette said calmly, speaking from his mouth.

As a Hydro Archon, how hard was it for her to do this little exercise?

Well, it was quite hard to deal with Qian Renxue. If she dared to come again, next time she would let Mademoiselle Crabaletta pinch her waist...

"Villette..."

Suddenly, Focalors called out his name in his arms. Her voice was very gentle.

Neuvillette lowered his head to look at Focalors and said, "What's wrong? Ms. Focalors."

"Nothing, I'm just looking forward to the arrival of the little water dragon or the little Oceanid."

Hearing this, Neuvillette's eyes flickered. He twitched, thinking that she was joking.

In the past, he always talked about having ten or eight children, but unexpectedly, Focalors was actually influenced by him.

"I'm looking forward to it too."

Neuvillette raised the corner of his mouth slightly, kissed Focalors gently on the face, and then continued walking towards Heaven Dou City.

...

At the prince's house.

Since Qian Renxue returned to the Prince's Mansion, she had been sitting in the study in a daze, saying nothing.

Today, she had been shocked, and her worldview and pride had been shattered.

At the same time, Qian Renxue had been beaten to the point of autism.

The feeling of being unable to fight back was even more unbearable than facing a titled Douluo!

Qian Renxue didn't know Neuvillette's specific strength, but what made her incredulous was Focalors!

This woman, to sum it up, was terrifying!

Her sixth soul skill couldn't even cause any damage to the opponent's summons.

What confused Qian Renxue the most was that Focalors healed her injuries with just a raise of her hand!

This kind of thing was simply impossible, right?

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

She Long and Ci Xue walked up to Qian Renxue and asked doubtfully.

They had not followed Qian Renxue today because they were afraid that the other party would also be accompanied by a titled Douluo, which would cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

They were just two young people, what danger could there be?

That's why they didn't know what had happened.

After hearing this, Qian Renxue came back to her senses and said in confusion: "Uncle She, Uncle Ci, I lost... I lostmiserably, and I had no power to fight back."

"What?!"

She Long and Ci Xue gasped, their eyes wide with disbelief.

What did they just hear?

Qian Renxue had lost?

That was impossible, absolutely impossible!

How powerful was the Seraph Martial Spirit?

Their young lady had such an astonishing talent!

How could she possibly lose?

And why did she lose?

"Miss, did the old guy from the Soul Fighting Arena intervene?"

She Long asked solemnly.

If it was the old guy from the fighting spirit arena who had acted, it would be normal for Qian Renxue to lose.

No matter how powerful she was, she was only a soul emperor.

"No..."

Qian Renxue shook her head, a bitter smile on her face. "It was Focalors, Neuvillette's fiancée, who defeated me head-on."

"???"

She Long's head was full of questions.

Focalors?

Was she the girl next to the young man?

That kid didn't look like a master at all.

No, it should be said that she looked very young. She couldn't be older than eighteen.

But she had actually defeated Qian Renxue head-on?

"Miss, did you use the strength of a soul Elder or a soul Ancestor, and then accidentally..."

Ci Xue asked tentatively.

Defeating Qian Renxue head-on, who was at the soul emperor level, was hard to accept.

They knew that the Seraphim, the God of Angels, was their faith. How could they lose?

Of course, excluding Qian Xunji...

"No, I used all my strength."

Qian Renxue clenched and unclenched her fists.

She had used all her strength, but she had been beaten for half an hour.

The three seafoods had shown no mercy at all, slapping her face for her arrogance!

It was infuriating!

"..."

She Long and Ci Xue fell silent.

Qian Renxue had lost, and she had lost with all her strength!

They looked at each other, their expressions dull.

"That's not right, Miss. The best martial spirit of the eight major families is only the Golden Crow Spirit. Although the Golden Crow Spirit is a top martial spirit, there is still some gap between it and your Seraph Spirit."

"Even if that Focalors has the Golden Crow Spirit..."

Before She Long could finish speaking, Qian Renxue waved her hand and said, "The martial spirit of their generation must have mutated. And Villette and Focalors, they are both summoners!"

"What?!"

"Summoners!"

They were shocked, cold sweat running down their foreheads.

They felt a chill on their backs.

Summoners?

That young couple were summoners?

"I can't see Focalors' strength clearly. She must have reached the level of a soul emperor or a soul saint. As for her age, she may just look young." She looked young but was very old. Qian Renxue had seen such people before.

In the enshrinement hall, the old man was almost a hundred years old, but he looked like a boy of seventeen or eighteen...

A soul master could never be judged by his appearance or age alone to determine his strength.

Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief when she thought that she might be facing her "sister".

She could still accept losing to an older woman.

"Miss, if these two geniuses don't join the Spirit Hall, we..."

At this point, Ci xue's face hardened. He didn't continue, but wiped his neck with his right hand.

She Long also looked solemn, but he didn't speak and focused his attention on Qian Renxue. He just waited for her to nod or shake her head…