Chapter 198: Lion Is Defeated, Qian Daoliu Uses the Cutting Wind Wheel
Looking at Lion Douluo fleeing for his life, Mo Hui expressionlessly hurled the cutting wind wheel in his hand.
Although Lion Douluo was a peak Title Douluo at level 97 and had ten times Mo Hui's soul power, after prolonged combat, he was nearly exhausted.
As the cutting wind wheel closed in on the fleeing Lion Douluo, despair flickered in his eyes.
"The battle is over."
Looking down at Lion Douluo, Mo Hui spoke lightly.
If nothing unexpected happened, this cutting wind wheel would destroy his opponent's Spirit true body. After that, a finishing blow would be enough.
"It seems my current frontal combat ability has surpassed that of an ordinary level 97 Title Douluo," Mo Hui thought.
There were vast differences even among Title Douluo. Whether one possessed soul bones, the number and quality of soul bones, whether one had a 100,000-year soul ring, or a domain—these all determined a Title Douluo's true strength.
The Lion Douluo before him was clearly the most common kind of peak-level 97 Douluo. He might have one or two soul bones, but certainly not a 100,000-year soul bone, let alone a 100,000-year soul ring—or a domain.
If he had any of those, Mo Hui wouldn't have won so easily. Soul skills from 100,000-year soul rings often possessed strange effects that could catch even someone like him off guard.
"Zi~"
The cutting wind wheel pierced straight through the flaming giant lion that Lion Douluo had transformed into. In the next moment, the massive lion disintegrated into red light and vanished.
"Puff~"
Lion Douluo, whose Spirit had been shattered, coughed up a mouthful of blood. But as expected of a level 97 Super Douluo, even the backlash from Spirit collapse wasn't enough to knock him unconscious.
"My life ends here..."
Staring at the cutting wind wheel as it turned mid-air and flew back toward him, Lion Douluo closed his eyes.
But the pain never came.
After a long pause, he cautiously opened his eyes.
Before him stood a handsome man in a gray robe.
"Great Priest!?? Why are you here?"
Seeing who it was, Lion Douluo was stunned but overjoyed and quickly spoke.
Qian Daoliu reached down and pulled Lion Douluo up, smiling as he said, "A priest of the Spirit Hall dying outside—how could I ignore it? Luckily, I made it in time."
Under normal circumstances, Qian Daoliu would never leave the Sacred Temple. But this was clearly not a normal situation—his priest was on the verge of death.
Of course, another reason was that Bibi Dong wasn't in Spirit City at the moment. She had taken a team out to hunt a 100,000-year transformed soul beast. Had she been present, Qian Daoliu wouldn't have left the Spirit Hall so casually.
"The chief priest of the Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu, has appeared..."
Mo Hui's expression darkened upon seeing Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu stood on the same level as Poseidon's high priest on Sea God Island. Though he lacked Sea God's divine blessing, he was still a formidable figure—someone Mo Hui found hard to handle at present.
The gap in soul power was too immense. While the difference between Mo Hui and Lion Douluo was roughly tenfold, the disparity between him and Qian Daoliu was at least fifty times.
With such an overwhelming difference, even if Mo Hui tried to rely on consumption tactics, it wouldn't work—Qian Daoliu could recover as quickly as he did.
At that moment, Qian Daoliu turned to Mo Hui, smiled kindly, and said, "You must be Mo Hui? Truly a hero in his youth. Reaching the eighty-fourth rank before turning nineteen and defeating Lion Douluo in battle... It's hard to believe your martial soul was originally a mutated sparrow with innate third-level soul power."
"What? His innate soul power was only level three!?"
Lion Douluo was stunned. Though he'd reviewed Mo Hui's information, he had focused mostly on his combat abilities and hadn't noticed that detail.
"From the mark on your forehead, I assume you've inherited the Sea God's divine throne. I didn't expect her to take that path as well."
Gazing at the golden mark on Mo Hui's forehead, Qian Daoliu spoke with a touch of nostalgia.
Though the mark was unusual, Qian Daoliu—who had once been to Sea God Island—could easily sense the aura of a divine test.
Had Qian Renxue not been born, Qian Daoliu might have acted immediately and ended Poseidon's successor here. As someone deeply involved in divine inheritance, he understood the cost of reaching the final stage.
But with Qian Renxue's birth, Qian Daoliu was clear that his life would ultimately be devoted to his granddaughter. Therefore, he wouldn't interfere with Mo Hui's divine path over something so petty.
After all, for someone like him, embracing divine fate wasn't necessarily a bad end.
"..."
Qian Daoliu's polite attitude left Mo Hui puzzled.
However, a smiling elder was hard to be hostile toward. After a moment's thought, Mo Hui bowed and said, "Junior Mo Hui greets Senior Qian Daoliu."
"Very good. Are you willing to join our Spirit Hall? To be honest, I have a granddaughter named Qian Renxue. I think you two would make a perfect match."
Qian Daoliu smiled kindly.
But Mo Hui maintained his composure and bowed again: "Thank you for your kind offer, Senior, but I currently have no plans to marry."
Something was very wrong here. Given the situation between them, it was absurd that the first thing Qian Daoliu brought up was marriage. What exactly was this old man up to?
"Hahaha~ Young people should interact more, and..."
Qian Daoliu paused, then suddenly changed his tone, lowering his voice:
"And under the current circumstances, if you don't join the Spirit Hall, it'll be hard for me to let you leave peacefully."
"What if I refuse, Senior?"
Mo Hui's tone turned cold, and his body tensed up, ready to move.
Qian Daoliu replied calmly, "If you don't join the Spirit Hall, for Poseidon's sake, I won't harm you... but I will invite you to be a guest of the Spirit Hall for a few days."
As soon as he finished, Qian Daoliu launched an attack. A massive hand of holy light condensed in the air and lunged toward Mo Hui.
"Be careful, Great Priest—Mo Hui is extremely fast!"
Lion Douluo, still holding his chest in pain, called out urgently.
Qian Daoliu replied, "It's fine. I've already activated the Angel Domain. No matter how fast he is, he can't escape the bindings of the Angel Domain."
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