Chapter 59 Qian Daoliu lost! Qian Daobai takes control of the Spirit Hall and eliminates Bibi Dong!
Martial Soul City, the courtyard of the Offering Hall.
The divine pressure that could crush mountains and the invisible sword energy that devoured everything have long since vanished.
Qian Daobai sheathed his Demon-Slaying Sword.
His gaze fell on his younger brother, whom he hadn't seen for a century.
"The Way flows."
Qian Daobai's voice was calm, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary.
"It's been over a hundred years since we last met, and you're still the same."
The peerless Douluo at level 99 opposite him, the undisputed Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, had slightly reddened eyes.
He lowered his proud head, which he had never bowed to anyone, but a genuine smile spread across his lips.
"Yes, brother is right."
It feels so good to have my brother by my side.
Even being called "useless" is a hundred times more reassuring than supporting the entire Spirit Hall alone.
Qian Daobai looked around the familiar worship hall, then turned his gaze to the even more magnificent papal palace in the distance.
His eyes became deep.
"Tell me what has happened outside over the years, and what the Spirit Hall has become."
Qian Daoliu nodded and recounted in detail the changes on the continent over the past century, the development of the Spirit Hall, the succession and fall of Qian Xunji, and Bibi Dong's rise to power.
His tone was objective, without much personal emotion, but it couldn't hide his helplessness and powerlessness.
Qian Daobai listened quietly.
When he heard about Qian Xunji's death and how Bibi Dong seized control of the Papal Palace with ruthless methods, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"The foundation of the Qian family has been reaped by an outsider."
He turned around and looked at Qian Daoliu.
"Summon all the elders to the council chamber and announce my return."
Qian Daoliu was slightly taken aback.
"Brother, you mean..."
A faint smile appeared on Qian Daobai's lips.
"I want to take control of the Spirit Hall."
...
"Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!"
Three long, sharp chimes echoed throughout the Elders' Hall area.
This is the highest-level summons, which can only be issued by the Grand Master.
In an instant, all the titled Douluo elders in Wuhun City, whether they were in seclusion or handling affairs, immediately stopped what they were doing.
With deep doubt on their faces, they hurried toward the council hall as fast as they could.
What's wrong with me today?
First, the High Priest personally took action and sparred with a mysterious young man in the courtyard, but it seems he was defeated.
Now, suddenly, the highest summons has been issued.
Is the Spirit Hall about to undergo a major upheaval?
Everyone had their own suspicions, yet dared not ask too many questions.
The elders, in particular, who had just witnessed Qian Daobai's terrifying strength, were terrified and fell silent.
They all knew perfectly well that no one could challenge the authority of the Grand Master Sendoryu.
Anyone who dares to provoke trouble at this critical juncture is simply courting death.
Outside the council hall, the moonlight was like water.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stood side by side in the shadow of a huge stone pillar.
Their injuries from that day had not yet healed, and both of them looked somewhat pale.
Yue Guan asked in a low voice.
"Elder Guangling, do you know... why the Grand Elder summoned us?"
The figure standing not far from them was none other than Guang Ling, the fastest Golden Eagle Douluo in the Elder Hall.
Upon hearing this, Guangling Douluo turned around, and a meaningful smile appeared on his sharp, hawk-like face.
"Hehe, I don't know either."
"Just wait, the truth will be revealed when the Grand Master arrives."
His gaze inadvertently swept over Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, his eyes carrying a hint of pity.
Those two guys are really unlucky.
Unfortunately, I got involved with that person...
As everyone waited with their own thoughts, two figures slowly walked out from the end of the corridor.
Leading the group was none other than the Grand Master, Thousand Paths.
Walking alongside him was a handsome young man dressed in white.
"It's him!"
The pupils of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo contracted sharply the moment they saw the young man's face!
The wounds torn open by the storm of golden petals that day seemed to be aching again.
That feeling of being completely crushed, of being unable to even muster the will to resist, surged back into my heart.
The other elders also stirred up a commotion.
They all cast curious glances, wondering who this young man, who could walk alongside the High Priest, was.
Qian Daoliu and Qian Daobai stepped into the hall together and walked straight to the throne at the top of the hall.
Qian Daoliu stopped and glanced at all the elders present.
"Everyone."
His voice was as authoritative as ever.
"I've gathered everyone here today to announce something."
As he spoke, he turned to the side, bringing Qian Daobai into the center of everyone's view.
"This is my elder brother, Qian Daobai."
"He went into seclusion a hundred years ago for some reason, but recently he has succeeded and returned to the Spirit Hall."
"From this day forward, my elder brother, Qian Daobai, will take over my position and take full control of the Spirit Hall!"
These words shocked everyone present!
elder brother?
The Grand Master actually has an older brother?
The legendary genius from the Qian family who supposedly disappeared a hundred years ago along with the angel god is actually still alive?!
They even want to take over the Spirit Hall?!
The series of shocks left all the elders somewhat bewildered.
"Your Excellency, this..."
An elder with considerable seniority couldn't help but step forward, his face full of doubt.
"This...senior's abilities, we..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.
Just because you say he's your brother doesn't mean he is. Even if he really is, after disappearing for a hundred years, why would he want to take control of the Spirit Hall as soon as he returns?
Qian Daobai's gaze fell indifferently on that elder.
"Most of you here have fought with me before."
His gaze swept over Qingluan, Guangling, and Qianjun, then lingered briefly on Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo.
"Next, whoever wants to give it a try, I'm all in."
Upon hearing this, the elders, who had just been harboring doubts, instantly fell silent.
Both Guangling Douluo and Qianjun Douluo shook their heads in unison, a wry smile on their faces.
Want to give it a try?
Are you willing to risk your life?
Who would dare to try to defeat an existence that can even break through the ninth soul skill of the Grand Elder, "Angel's Descent," with a single sword strike?
Seeing that no one responded, Qian Daobai continued speaking.
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"As the eldest son of the Qian family, I missed a century, allowing the power of the Spirit Hall to fall into the hands of others."
"Now, I'm back."
"Everything that belongs to us should be taken back."
His words carried an air of self-righteous arrogance.
The elders exchanged glances, and finally, several of the retainers, led by Guang Lingdouhan, knelt down on one knee first.
"We pay our respects!"
With them taking the lead, the other elders, including Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, also knelt down.
"Greetings!"
The voices, in the magnificent council hall, converged into a torrent.
(End of chapter)