Qian Daoliu's heart skipped a beat, and Qian Renshang's image instantly appeared in his mind.
"It's indeed possible. That kid possesses the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul, and his actions are mysterious and unpredictable.
He's been rumored to have some connection with the City of Slaughter before.
If it really is him stirring things up, then things will be troublesome."
Just as Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue were discussing, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the Martial Soul Hall.
The two exchanged a glance and hurriedly went outside to investigate.
They saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the originally bright sky instantly became dark and gloomy.
A huge black pillar of light shot into the sky from the direction of the City of Slaughter.
Within the pillar of light, dark power surged faintly, emitting a chilling aura.
"What...what kind of power is this?"
Qian Renxue stared in shock at the black pillar of light, a nameless fear rising in her heart.
Qian Daoliu's expression grew increasingly grim.
He knew that this power was no ordinary force; it was likely a further escalation of the events within the City of Slaughter.
"It seems things are more serious than we imagined.
Xue'er, immediately summon all the Soul Douluo-level and above experts from the Spirit Hall to accompany me to the City of Slaughter.
We must find out what exactly happened there!"
Qian Daoliu said solemnly, his eyes revealing determination.
Qian Renxue didn't hesitate at all and immediately turned to make arrangements.
Soon, horns sounded within the Spirit Hall, and teams of Soul Douluo-level and above experts quickly assembled.
Qian Daoliu led the group, speeding towards the City of Slaughter.
A massive storm was about to erupt over the City of Slaughter, and the fate of the Douluo Continent would be rewritten...
In the deep underground palace of the Spirit Hall, darkness permeated the air like thick ink.
Suddenly, a slight ripple spread, and a graceful figure slowly emerged from the depths of darkness.
It was Pope Bibi Dong; after a long period of seclusion, she seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.
She wore a long black robe embroidered with dark red patterns, resembling congealed blood.
Her already stunning beauty now possessed an even more chilling edge, her eyes like cold stars, radiating an icy light, like a god of death returned from hell.
The powerful aura emanating from her caused the surrounding air to tremble, and space itself seemed to distort and deform under the pressure of this force.
Bibi Dong slowly raised her head, gazing upwards at the palace, seemingly able to pierce through layers of obstruction to see the soaring black pillar of light. She snorted coldly,
"Hmph, the anomalies in the City of Slaughter…it seems something big is about to happen again."
Her voice was cold and deep, as if carrying endless chill.
"This power is very unusual…could someone be attempting to ascend to godhood? Or…"
Bibi Dong murmured to herself, a hint of doubt and contemplation flashing in her eyes.
She knew the special nature of the City of Slaughter; it had always concealed many unknown secrets.
Now, such anomalies would surely stir up a storm on the Douluo Continent.
"No matter who's behind this, it can't affect my plans."
Bibi Dong clenched her fists, her aura growing increasingly fierce. She turned to look at a wall in the palace, covered with various mysterious runes and patterns.
"It seems it's time to make some preparations in advance,"
Bibi Dong said softly, then her hands quickly formed hand seals.
As she moved, the runes on the wall shone brightly, and streams of mysterious power surged from them, converging before her.
(End of Chapter)
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