Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor

Faced with Qian Daoliu's abrupt questioning, Chen Ming felt a bit awkward as he repeatedly explained his background. He clarified that he was a poison soul master of the Poison Soul lineage, with a family—though his parents died early, they were undeniably his biological parents. He emphasized that he only possessed a single martial soul and certainly wasn't hiding a Seraphim martial soul within him.

Chen Ming had no idea how much of his explanation Qian Daoliu believed. Although Qian Daoliu seemed to have stopped questioning him on the surface, his gaze—fixed on the Angelic Sacred Sword in Chen Ming's hands—remained rather strange.

Even though holding the Angelic Sacred Sword significantly enhanced his overall state, Chen Ming, under Qian Daoliu's peculiar gaze, decided to release his grip on it.

The Angelic Sacred Sword circled around Chen Ming a few times as if confirming that he no longer needed it. Then, it paused briefly in front of Qian Daoliu before tearing through space with a swoosh, returning to the Angel God's temple.

Yes, even though it lacked spatial attributes, the Angelic Sacred Sword possessed the ability to rip through space for precise teleportation.

After all, even an Ultimate Douluo could touch upon the powers of space, and the Angelic Sacred Sword, while merely a weapon, was an authentic divine artifact.

In the face of the Angelic Sacred Sword, the spatial structure of the Douluo World was as fragile as paper. By simply slicing through space, the sword could teleport wherever it wished. Its core principle was brute force, which Chen Ming immediately recognized. However, he was wise enough not to try to replicate it.

Once the Angelic Sacred Sword returned to the Angel God's statue, Qian Daoliu's gaze toward Chen Ming relaxed slightly. With Chen Ming's consent, Qian Daoliu slashed through space with a wave of his hand, grabbed Chen Ming with one hand and Qian Renxue with the other, and directly stepped through the spatial fissure, entering the depths of the Spirit Hall.

Chen Ming had little to comment on Qian Daoliu's spatial manipulation. While it was slightly more technical than the brute force approach of the Angelic Sacred Sword, it still fell short of a perfect application of spatial power.

He couldn't gauge how far Qian Daoliu's teleportation could reach, but one thing was clear: it was highly taxing. Even with the power of an Ultimate Douluo, Qian Daoliu couldn't use it continuously.

The place where Qian Daoliu brought Chen Ming and Qian Renxue was the Worship Hall, where Qian Daoliu and the other six Worship of the Spirit Hall usually resided.

At that moment, the six worships, including Golden Crocodile Douluo, were solemnly standing in front of the Angel God's statue. Each of them wore an expression of cold determination, exuding a murderous aura. Whether it was the youngest Guang Ling Douluo or the oldest among them, Golden Crocodile Douluo, every one of their gazes was filled with killing intent.

It seemed that with just a single command from Qian Daoliu, these usually reclusive worships would storm out of the Worship Hall and show the entire Douluo Continent the wrath of the Super Douluo.

When they saw Qian Daoliu step out of the spatial fissure, holding Qian Renxue and a strange young man, the worships slightly withdrew their killing intent.

The oldest among them, Golden Crocodile Douluo, relaxed his previously ferocious expression—one that hadn't softened in decades—and replaced it with a kind smile. He quickly stepped forward, crouched down in front of Qian Renxue, and gently patted her short hair. Only then did he look at Qian Daoliu.

Although Golden Crocodile Douluo was the second worship and nominally referred to Qian Daoliu as his elder brother, his actual age exceeded Qian Daoliu's by nearly a century. He had already been a renowned powerhouse on the continent before Qian Daoliu was born. In Qian Daoliu's youth, Golden Crocodile Douluo had even served as his protector for a time.

Were it not for his voluntary choice to remain subordinate to Qian Daoliu, even Qian Daoliu would have had to respectfully address him as Elder Golden Crocodile.

To Qian Renxue, Golden Crocodile Douluo regarded her as his granddaughter.

As aging Titled Douluo neared the end of his lifespan, Golden Crocodile Douluo was a simple man at heart, with only two concerns: safeguarding the Spirit Hall and protecting Qian Renxue. Earlier, when Serpent Spear Douluo had returned with a brief report, Golden Crocodile Douluo had immediately lost his temper. Activating his martial soul, he grabbed Serpent Spear Douluo by the neck like a chick and nearly snapped it in two.

After thoroughly confirming that Qian Renxue was unharmed, Golden Crocodile Douluo finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze toward Chen Ming.

The elderly man, puzzled, extended a finger to point at Chen Ming.

"Elder Brother, who is this child?"

In front of Golden Crocodile Douluo, not just Chen Ming but even the other worships and Qian Daoliu were considered juniors. Therefore, no one thought there was anything inappropriate about his question.

"Grandpa Golden Crocodile, I almost didn't make it back…"

Once they had returned to the Spirit Hall and stood before the long-unseen elders, Qian Renxue, who had maintained her composure along the way, finally broke down and began to cry.

Before the Angel God's statue, the priests, whose average age was close to a century, surrounded Qian Renxue. The usually calm Qian Daoliu and the worships hurriedly comforted her, listening closely to her sobbing account.

They didn't even need to hear her entire story. Just halfway through, Lion Douluo, known for his fiery temper, erupted in rage, leaping to his feet with bloodshot eyes. His soul power surged outward, reflecting his fury.

Beside him, Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent, but his hands had already transformed into crocodilian claws. His frail body had swelled several times over, and though he kept his soul power restrained within, the sheer intensity of his rage was no less than Lion Douluo's.

As Qian Renxue recounted the twisted life of the deranged woman who had harmed her, the worshipers couldn't contain themselves and summoned their martial souls. The twins Jiang Jun and Jiang Long had already crossed, the sealed dragon soul within roaring in fury.

If that madwoman were to appear before them, the twin would likely unleash a relentless flurry of strikes to reduce her to a pulp.

Before the towering Angel God statue, the Angelic Sacred Sword had somehow risen into the air. The flames surrounding it surged to the ceiling of the Worship Hall, and the sharp aura emanating from the blade could no longer be contained. Some stray sword energy even sank into the floor, leaving behind more than a dozen marks of various sizes on the sturdy tiles.

Even in a world like Douluo Continent—filled with lunatics and love-struck maniacs—that deranged woman's actions had reached a level of depravity that incited the wrath of both humans and gods alike.

By this point, Qian Daoliu could no longer keep his eyes open. Clutching his palms to his face, he seemed tortured, unable to cover his ears yet unwilling to hear anymore. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks.