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Tang San lay prone on the ground, his eyes locked fiercely on Qian Renhan. If looks could kill, Qian Renhan would have died hundreds, even thousands of times by now.
Qian Renhan lifted his foot and stepped on Tang San's head to suppress his movements. Just as he had previously done with Tang Hao, he began to probe Tang San's memories.
"Xuan Tian Technique, Purple Demon Eye, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Mysterious Jade Hand, Controlling Crane Catching Dragon, Xuan Tian Treasure Record, Hundred Poison Manual, Hidden Weapons Manual... quite the collection of gifts."
Qian Renhan's calm, mocking voice echoed in Tang San's mind, striking him like thunder. Tang San's mental state nearly shattered, his hatred over Tang Hao's death and Xiao Wu's capture momentarily forgotten.
The Xuan Tian Technique's cultivation effects were indeed far superior to Qian Renhan's Angel Tempering Method. The Purple Demon Eye's enhancement of mental clarity and insight, and the Mysterious Jade Hand's reinforcement of palm toughness were especially useful.
After obtaining Tang Sect's ultimate techniques, Qian Renhan extended his hand, and dark soul power surged into Tang San's right calf—specifically, where the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone was located. Soul bones, formed by soul beast energy under the rules of the Douluo Star, could emerge from any part of a creature—be it whale or grass.
To absorb them, a soul master channels soul power to fuse the soul bone through the skin onto their own skeleton. Thus, Qian Renhan simply needed to use his Fallen Angel soul power to devour the soul power anchoring the soul bone, and then forcibly extract it.
These abilities had been acquired after Qian Renhan fully merged with the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, gaining powerful devouring capabilities. He had even absorbed the Titan Giant Ape's hundred-thousand-year-old torso bone, planning to replace it later with a better one.
As for a head bone, no matter how ruthless Qian Renhan was toward himself or how great his endurance, he felt even he couldn't bear the agony of having his skull peeled open.
"Ahhh—!"
A piercing scream rang out again in the square of the Pope's Palace. Tang San's right pant leg bulged and shrank repeatedly, rapidly soaked in blood.
Qian Renhan's lips curled slightly—this Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone was resisting him, refusing to fall into his hands.
Then came a loud "RIP!" as Tang San's pant leg was torn apart. The flesh of his calf burst open, and a leg bone radiating blue-gold light, brimming with vitality, dropped into Qian Renhan's hand.
"A Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone infused with life energy—perfect to compensate for my lack of healing abilities." Qian Renhan stored the leg bone, planning to absorb it himself. He had no intention of giving it to Ye Lingling.
One immortal herb, one soul bone, and soon the resources from a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit—this was the most he could offer his fiancée.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Tang San lifted his head, hoarsely and furiously demanding.
In response, Qian Renhan stepped again on his head, slamming his face back to the ground. Tilting his head at a 45-degree angle, he said coldly, "With that kind of attitude? You should be grateful Spirit Hall spared your pathetic life—at least contribute something of value before you die."
After seizing the Tang Sect's techniques, Qian Renhan completely dismissed Tang San as a threat. In fact, from the moment he awakened his martial soul, he never considered Tang San worth his attention. Now, he was keeping him alive merely to corrupt Qian Renxue—to change that annoying and foolish sister. The Qian family, influenced by their martial souls, always had this indecisive mindset.
Once the Clear Sky Sect was annihilated, Qian Renhan would focus entirely on completing the God Trials and pursuing even greater power on his own. Until then, he needed a whetstone for Qian Renxue. To ensure Spirit Hall—his nurturing ground—remained prosperous, the only choice was Tang San, who had mastered twin martial soul cultivation methods.
As he finished speaking, Qian Renhan hooked his foot backward and kicked Tang San like trash, sending him tumbling beside Tang Hao's corpse.
"Xiao San!"
Yu Xiaogang finally dared to step forward, eyes brimming with tears as he looked at Tang San—his pride shattered, his eyes vacant, his right leg a mangled mess. His heart ached as if bleeding.
Qian Renhan transmitted a message into the ears of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, "Summon all Spirit Hall soul masters across the continent. In one month, raze the Clear Sky Sect—leave not even chickens or dogs alive. Preserve Oscar's sausages."
Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo understood. As expected of His Holiness, always thinking ahead. No wonder he insisted on sparing Oscar—sausage made by a top-tier food-type soul master not only replenished soul power but also satisfied hunger, making it a valuable strategic resource.
Qian Renhan reached out and sucked Yu Xiaogang over, grabbing him by the neck. "Old man, come out. I need your help with something."
"Qian Renhan, what more do you want? I have no ties to Bibi Dong. I only fought just now because I was forced!"
Yu Xiaogang trembled as he spoke, his voice quivering with humiliation. Being lifted by the neck like this reminded him of Qian Xunji—that unbearable memory of kneeling before him long ago. And now, it was Qian Xunji's son, Qian Renhan. Was he going to be forced to kneel again?
In the Douluo Hall, Qian Daoliu had been keeping his spiritual sense focused on the Pope's Palace. Hearing Qian Renhan call for his help, a flicker of confusion crossed his eyes. But almost immediately, he turned away, pretending not to hear. What a joke. He was the grand elder of Spirit Hall, Qian Renhan's own grandfather—was he someone who could be summoned so casually? If Qian Renhan wanted his help, he should come to the Douluo Hall in person and offer a proper request. Just one informal sentence without even an honorific, and he expected him to show up? Did Qian Daoliu have no dignity?
A breeze swept across the square of the Pope's Palace. The crowd of Spirit Hall soul masters looked toward Qian Renhan, feeling a wave of awkwardness—the Pope's grand display had fallen flat.
Yet Qian Renhan remained completely composed, showing no trace of panic. Calmly, he added, "Help Xiaoxue evolve her martial soul."
As his words fell, the air around them rippled subtly. In a flash, a tall, imposing middle-aged man appeared at Qian Renhan's side. He was clad in dazzling golden armor, a blue cape flowing behind him, and his long golden hair was meticulously groomed, cascading down his back. Standing over two meters tall, his presence was overwhelming.
Who else could this man be but Qian Daoliu?
"Greetings, Grand Worship!"
From red-robed bishops to the titled Douluo elders, every member of Spirit Hall immediately dropped to their knees, paying homage to this legendary figure.
Qian Daoliu clasped his hands behind his back and said coolly, "Speak. What do you need?"
Qian Renhan turned his gaze to Yu Xiaogang, his blood-red eyes flashing ominously. Yu Xiaogang's pupils lost their focus, going hollow, and beneath him, two hundred-year soul rings appeared. His martial soul, Luo Sanpao, emerged—neither pig nor dog, utterly devastated and weak beyond measure.
Luo Sanpao immediately curled into a ball at the sight of Qian Renhan. It had its own consciousness and memory, and it remembered how it had nearly been beaten to death by Spirit Hall's forces earlier after transforming into the Golden Saint Dragon.
With a simple motion, Qian Renhan pulled Luo Sanpao toward him. "Old man, inject your soul power into this pig— as much as possible. You saw that Golden Saint Dragon form earlier, didn't you?"
Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed. Despite his experience, he couldn't quite grasp what Qian Renhan was planning. The Golden Saint Dragon's light attribute was indeed exceptional, but it wasn't a soul beast—it couldn't be sacrificed to Qian Renxue.
After a brief hesitation, Qian Daoliu's palm surged with dazzling golden light, pouring into Luo Sanpao. The weakened creature visibly began to recover, its strength rising rapidly, its aura growing more intense by the second.
(End of Chapter)