Chapter 203: A Five-Year Truce
"Ten-year peace agreement?"
Hearing this, Mo Hui thought for a moment and understood Qian Daoliu's intention.
Given the current situation, it was only a matter of time before Mo Hui caught up to and surpassed Qian Daoliu. The latter's strength had already reached its peak—no matter how hard he trained, he could no longer progress significantly.
Thus, Qian Daoliu pinned his hopes on Qian Renxue, hoping to use a ten-year peace agreement to buy time for her to become a god and then challenge Mo Hui again.
As for the so-called "loser being at the mercy of the winner," that was clearly nonsense.
If things developed normally over the next ten years, it would be enough for Qian Renxue to achieve godhood and solidify her strength. If under such conditions she still couldn't defeat Mo Hui, then being "at the mercy of the other side" would simply be inevitable anyway.
Seeing Mo Hui deep in thought, Qian Daoliu quickly added, "What do you think? This is the best option right now!"
However, Mo Hui sneered after hearing that. "How can you guarantee that you can restrain the people in the Spirit Hall? Don't forget, you're no longer the Pope of the Spirit Hall!"
"Don't worry about that. As the Grand Worshiper of the Worship Hall, I naturally have my own ways to restrain Spirit Hall's behavior."
Qian Daoliu replied calmly.
He then paused and continued, "And if we really fight to the point where both sides are severely injured, it won't benefit either of us. On the contrary, it would allow other forces on this continent—like the upper three sects—to take advantage.
I know you have a good relationship with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect, but what about the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"
Mo Hui's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this.
Indeed, although Qian Daoliu couldn't defeat him now, Mo Hui didn't have a surefire way to handle Qian Daoliu either.
Qian Daoliu's current strength far exceeded his. If he wanted to leave, Mo Hui couldn't stop him.
Once outside this special space, without the support of the terrain, Mo Hui's combat ability would drop drastically. Powerful forms like Mega Pidgeot couldn't be used at all.
Perhaps Mo Hui could escape with his superior speed—but what about his loved ones and friends? He couldn't expect all of them to flee. That was simply unrealistic.
And as long as they couldn't all escape, with the current size and power of the Spirit Hall, once they were determined to retaliate, Mo Hui wouldn't be able to protect everyone.
What's more, Mo Hui had his own goals to pursue. He couldn't spend all his time guarding others.
After weighing the pros and cons, Mo Hui said, "Ten years is too long. I can agree to five years at most. And I want the gods of both sides to witness it. If I notice any attempt to harm me or my family and friends, the agreement is void."
"Five years?"
Qian Daoliu fell silent, thinking quickly.
A moment later, he nodded and said, "Fine, five years it is. And you don't have to worry about the Spirit Hall targeting your loved ones. If anyone dares to do so within five years, I will personally deal with them."
Then, both of them began to chant solemnly at the same time:
"I, Qian Daoliu..."
"I, Mo Hui..."
"...hereby swear to the Angel God and the Sea God that within five years, the Spirit Hall and its affiliated forces (I, Mo Hui) will not, by any means, attack Mo Hui or his relatives and friends (the Spirit Hall and its affiliated forces). Five years later, a battle will determine the fate of both sides. Whoever violates this oath shall be punished by the gods—none shall escape!"
As they finished speaking, a golden light flashed on the foreheads of both Mo Hui and Qian Daoliu. The golden light then shot from their foreheads and entered each other's bodies.
The only difference was that compared to the Sea God's dazzling golden light, the Angel God's golden light seemed weaker and gave off a faint sense of helplessness. This was likely because the divine power of the Angel God left in the Douluo Continent was very limited.
"The contract is sealed. In that case, I'll take my leave. See you in five years!"
After completing the divine oath, Qian Daoliu seemed relieved, and with a flash of golden light, he quickly departed from the space.
As he watched Qian Daoliu leave, Mo Hui finally exhaled and released his soul skill.
In an instant, Mega Pidgeot shrank rapidly, eventually separating into Mo Hui and his Pidgeot.
Mo Hui patted Pidgeot on the head and thought to himself, Five years is still too long, and there are too many uncertainties. I need to gain the power to stand against Qian Daoliu as quickly as possible.
"And then there's... Bibi Dong."
At the thought of her, Mo Hui's expression darkened. He could only hope that Bibi Dong still retained her consciousness.
After all, setting aside the time when Bibi Dong went mad, she had once been an excellent Pope. If she hadn't been so capable, the Spirit Hall wouldn't have developed so rapidly under her leadership.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out in Mo Hui's mind through Pidgeot.
> "Wind God's fourth test: Survive for one stick of incense under several Super Douluos—completed!
Defeated one in person and exceeded the objective.
Wind God's affinity increased by 15%!
Wind God's fifth test: Survive for one stick of incense under an Extreme Douluo—completed!
Wind God's affinity increased by 15%!
Current total affinity: 75%!"
Hearing the voice in his mind, Mo Hui rubbed his chin and mused, "I completed the fourth and fifth trials of the Wind God in one go. Does that mean this battle fixed the issue of the Wind God having no envoys on the Douluo Continent?"
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Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu flew back to the battlefield's starting point and picked up Lion Douluo from the ground.
"Great..."
Lion Douluo wanted to speak, but when he saw Qian Daoliu's serious expression, he swallowed the words back.
Soon, thanks to Qian Daoliu's high-speed flight, the two returned to Spirit City.
After arriving at the Hall of Worship, Qian Daoliu immediately said, "Go call Golden Crocodile and the others to the main hall. I have important matters to discuss."
"Yes, Grand Worshiper!"
Seeing Qian Daoliu's grave expression, Lion Douluo realized something serious had happened and rushed off.
Soon, the other five worshipers of the Spirit Hall were summoned to the main hall.
"Grand Worshiper, what happened?"
Among them, Golden Crocodile Douluo had the highest status and was the first to speak.
Qian Daoliu swept his gaze over the crowd and said solemnly, "When the Lion and I went out this time, we encountered a young man. Not only did he defeat the Lion with a cultivation of Spirit Douluo (level 84), but even I—personally—could not defeat him."
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"What!?"
The moment those words landed, everyone present was stunned.
Someone who could defeat Lion Douluo with just eighty-fourth level spirit power, and even Qian Daoliu himself couldn't win?
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