Shockwaves across the continent! The pursuit of a Level 99 Qian Dao Liu

After Ye Yang and the three women separated, it was already early morning.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, nearing noon, he arrived at the edge of the core area, his feng shui treasure land.

The place where the hundred-year demonic-eyed devil tree fell!

At the same time, Qian Xunji and the others had just returned to the Martial Soul Temple.

Jue Douluo, with Gui Mei, had fled in panic for half an hour before realizing that the strange Blue Silver Grass had not pursued them.

At the same time, they sensed Qian Xunji's aura.

The two of them stopped and quickly retraced their steps, only to meet Qian Xunji, who was angry and shocked.

After some remorse from the two of them, Qian Xunji didn't blame them too much.

The Martial Soul Temple had suffered immense losses, and he still needed to rely on these two.

Supporting each other, the three of them returned to the Martial Soul Temple.

Their miserable state immediately caused a sensation.

Their pale faces, weaker soul power than Soul Saints, and even difficulty in flying.

The large trail of bloodstains behind Jue Douluo's buttocks was even more shocking and gave rise to unpleasant associations.

And Gui Douluo, though it seemed he wasn't seriously injured, was actually the most severely injured.

His spiritual power had already been seriously damaged by Ye Yang's powerful soul impact.

Later, his Ghost Martial Spirit, his own Dark Martial Spirit, was almost completely melted away by the attack from Qian Xunji using the two pieces of Angelic Set soul bones, which were equivalent to the peak attack of a 96th-level powerhouse!

Gui Mei was almost scared out of his wits!

But his vitality was indeed tenacious.

He had already died and been resurrected, and he was a person who had undergone Martial Soul mutation. He couldn't be judged by common sense.

"The Pope has returned!"

"What about the soul beasts? I heard they led people to capture the rumored hundred-thousand-year soul beasts?"

"What about the others? Where is Xiong Douluo?"

"Jue Douluo seems to be seriously injured, and it seems like all three of them are injured."

...

Outside the Martial Soul Temple was a martial soul city that relied on the Martial Soul Temple, and it had quite a number of people.

At this moment, many people were looking at the sky, watching the three powerful figures return unsteadily, and they were discussing among themselves.

The once revered and worshiped Title Douluos, especially the Pope, seemed to be somewhat abnormal.

Three months ago, in early autumn, the Pope, who was deep and unfathomable, almost a god according to rumors, sensed the commotion of hundred-thousand-year soul beasts transforming into human forms in the Star Dou Great Forest!

Therefore, the Pope personally led many powerhouses and left the Martial Soul Temple.

The commotion caused was not small and became widely known.

But now it seems that the result is easy to guess:

The mission failed!

This news quickly spread throughout the entire continent through various channels, shocking everyone who heard it.

Who could have imagined that the high and mighty Pope of the Martial Soul Temple, along with the immensely powerful Title Douluos and many other experts, would actually return in defeat.

Just how strong are the rumored hundred-thousand-year soul beasts?

If one could obtain them, how much would their own strength skyrocket?

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Before the three could return to the Martial Soul Temple, the elders sensed their presence and immediately flew over.

When they saw the state of the three, several Title Douluo-level elders were dumbfounded.

Onlookers see the excitement, experts see the doorway.

As Title Douluos, they could naturally see that the Pope and the others had suffered multiple injuries.

Superficial injuries were not a problem; the main concern was their Martial Souls and the backlash.

The importance of the Pope goes without saying.

Although Jue Douluo had just broken through to become a Title Douluo, and Gui Mei had not even broken through yet, the Martial Soul Temple attached great importance to them both.

Because they possessed the Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

Given Gui Mei's talent, it was inevitable for him to break through to become a Title Douluo.

As soon as he broke through, him and Jue Douluo would be fully comparable to a supremely powerful Super Douluo!

They belonged to the tier of sacrifices and were the strategic-level powerhouses of the Martial Soul Temple!

This was the future of the three Martial Soul Temple figures!

"I will go find the Supreme Elders!"

The Snake Spear Douluo, who had recently become a Title Douluo, was the first to react and hurriedly said that he would act as a messenger.

Swish!

But before he could leave, the air was torn apart, and an old man appeared as if out of thin air.

He appeared to be only in his sixties, with gray hair, a tall and slender figure, exuding a kind of majesty and domineering aura that ordinary people didn't possess.

In his eyes, there was the weight of the years.

And a disdain and pride that originated from the depths of his bones towards all things in the world.

Qian Dao Liu, the Great Worshipper of the Martial Soul Temple, a level 99 Limit Douluo!

The rise of the Martial Soul Temple and the source of the number one force in the world couldn't be separated from this Limit Douluo.

Just like the Haotian Sect, the title of the number one sect in the world couldn't be separated from Tang Chen.

"Respects to the Grand Elder!"

When they saw him appear, everyone quickly bowed respectfully and didn't dare to be negligent.

"Father!"

Seeing Qian Daoliu appear, Qian Xunji almost cried.

His frustration, anger, and fear turned into tears, flowing in his eyes.

If it weren't for being in front of everyone, he would probably burst into tears directly.

"Hmph!"

Qian Daoliu let out a snort, not only for his son's encounter with the Martial Soul Temple but also for his son's incompetence.

With his strong genes and the effort he and the Martial Soul Temple put into nurturing Qian Xunji, he should have broken through to level 96 or even 97 a long time ago.

However, Qian Xunji had been stagnant at level 95 for a while.

Moreover, his potential was almost exhausted, and in this lifetime, he would most likely only reach level 96 at best.

Furthermore, Qian Xunji's strategies, cunning, ability to use people, and his behavior and interactions with others left Qian Daoliu dissatisfied.

If it weren't for the fact that he was his only son, Qian Daoliu would have abolished him as the Pope a long time ago.

With this half-useless son of his, the Martial Soul Temple had no hope or future.

Even his cheap daughter-in-law, if she took control of the Martial Soul Temple, might do a better job.

It wasn't until Qian Daoliu saw his granddaughter gradually grow and display increasingly strong talents that he felt somewhat gratified.

As Qian Daoliu let out a snort, a thunderous sound echoed in everyone's minds, causing them to feel dizzy and confused.

When they came back to their senses, they no longer saw the figures of the Great Elder and the Pope.

...

"Worthless!"

In his private chamber, Qian Daoliu loudly scolded after hearing Qian Xunji's report.

Especially when he sensed that his son had been completely scared and traumatized by a tens of thousands-year-old Blue Silver Grass, he felt even more angry and disappointed.

His half-useless son was truly a lost cause.

His Martial Soul could recover in three to five months.

But his heart had been riddled with holes.

He no longer possessed the indomitable spirit that a strong person should have.

Forget about reaching level 96, it would be good enough if he could maintain his current level of 95.

Pity his misfortune, anger at his incompetence.

"Father, you must avenge your child!"

In the private chamber, Qian Xunji, without needing to worry too much, grabbed Qian Daoliu's arm and said urgently.

"As long as you personally make a move and capture those three... no, four hundred thousand-year soul beasts!"

"Give two to Dong'er, but the soul bones go to me. Leave two for Xue'er as well, and give me any suitable soul bones in the future."

"As for the remaining four pieces of the Angelic Set soul bones, I may not be able to assimilate them."

"But with a few hundred thousand-year soul bones attached to me, along with the two already fused Angelic Set arm soul bones, I can definitely transform myself..."

Hearing his son's words, Qian Daoliu, though disappointed, couldn't help but be somewhat tempted.

"Four hundred thousand-year soul beasts are indeed worth my effort."

Qian Daoliu muttered to himself.

"Father, are you going alone?"

Qian Xunji was somewhat surprised.

"After I leave, Golden Crocodile Douluo needs to stay in the Martial Soul Temple."

"Holy Dragon Douluo has recently broken through to level 97 and needs to consolidate his cultivation."

"The Qian Kun Douluo brothers, although both at level 96, can rival level 97 when working together, but there are too many variables in the forest."

"As for the other Elders... forget it, I can handle it alone."

Qian Daoliu glanced at him, his gaze sharp.

"Ji'er! Remember! Our Six-winged Angel Martial Soul is the strongest in the world, without equals!"

"The Six-winged Soul, the Divine Sword, slashes all enemies and brings peace to the world!"

"The Martial Soul Temple, unparalleled, with me invincible in the world!"

"Even if Father is in the Star Dou Forest, needing to be on guard against the two Forest Kings, I am still invincible in the world!"

In the midst of Qian Xunji being stunned by these words, Qian Daoliu, with his hands behind his back, drifted away...