Chapter 121 Qian Lin: The Hatred of Killing My Father Is Irreconcilable, Let's Fight Shrek Academy!
Qian Lin frowned slightly, sizing up the old man before him, whose hair and beard were white and whose strength had reached the level of a peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine.
Although his bloodline was much thinner, the unique fluctuations originating from the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul were undeniable.
"Hmm..."
Qian Lin let out a soft hum, the killing intent in his eyes slightly subdued:
"Level ninety-nine... barely not disgracing me."
"Are you the Pope of the Spirit Hall in this generation?"
Hearing this question, Qian Daoliu felt relieved and quickly bowed respectfully:
"Junior Qian Daoliu has not been Pope for decades, and is now the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, paying respects to the Ancestor!"
"Since we are family, then don't kneel."
Qian Lin waved his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force lifted Qian Daoliu up.
The dark purple spear in Qian Lin's hand slowly dissipated, turning into starlight that merged into his body, but his tone still carried a hint of impatience:
"What did that brat in that sky just say? Tang San became a dual god? And he even destroyed our family's godhood?"
"I'm going to crush that Tang San right now, to eliminate any future trouble. Why are you stopping me?"
Qian Daoliu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly explained:
"Ancestor, please calm down! Please calm down!"
"What was said in that sky was about the 'future' ten thousand years from now!"
"Right now, Tang San, although exceptionally talented, is only a Soul Master of a few dozen levels, not yet a god, let alone a dual godhood!"
"That so-called 'tragic ending' hasn't happened yet!"
Hearing this, Qian Lin raised an eyebrow and nodded thoughtfully:
"Oh? The future?"
It's easy to handle if it hasn't happened yet.
Qian Lin sneered, crossed his arms, and hovered in mid-air, adopting a spectator's posture:
"So, we still have a chance to rewrite this so-called script?"
"Exactly!"
Qian Daoliu nodded repeatedly.
"Alright, enough nonsense."
Qian Lin waved his hand, pointing to the sky above, which blotted out the sun:
"Since I just woke up, I'm completely clueless about the current situation."
"Tell me quickly, what is this thing? And what is the current situation on the continent?"
"If you dare to omit even a single word, I'll hold you responsible!"
Qian Daoliu dared not delay, and quickly took a deep breath to organize his thoughts.
Then, he began to speak rapidly yet clearly.
He started from the sudden appearance of the sky over Douluo Continent. He started from the two gods who created their own godhood 20,000 years ago, namely the sea god Poseidon and his ancestor Qian Yuhan.
Qian Lin's originally arrogant and unruly face was blank for a moment.
That blankness was not confusion, but a kind of astonishment after his worldview was forcibly torn apart.
The air in the entire Douluo Hall seemed to freeze.
Qian Daoliu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief because Qian Lin had concealed his aura, felt his heart clench suddenly.
An even more terrifying and oppressive aura, like a volcano about to erupt, was brewing wildly within his ancestor's body.
"What did you say?"
Qian Lin's voice was very soft, almost a whisper.
But every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling coldness:
"My father... Wei Yuan..."
"Was he betrayed and killed by Poseidon... that so-called 'Sea God'?"
Qian Daoliu was sweating profusely, kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise his head, and could only answer with a stiff upper lip:
"Reporting to Ancestor... that is indeed what was being played on the celestial screen."
Poseidon, in his quest for godhood, betrayed Ancestor Wei Yuan, stealing the accumulated power of faith from him, and perished. Meanwhile, the Angelic Ancestor… seemed to have been kept in the dark all along.
"Boom—!!!"
The moment Qian Daoliu finished speaking, an indescribable, terrifying shockwave exploded outwards from Qian Lin!
This time, it wasn't just a simple pressure; it was a tangible, destructive purple dragon flame!
"Roar—!!!"
Qian Lin raised his head and let out an extremely shrill roar, a cry filled with boundless grief and overwhelming killing intent.
In the void behind Qian Lin, the enormous phantom of the Purple Heaven-Destroying Dragon reappeared.
This time, the dragon's eyes were no longer closed, but flowed with crimson tears of blood, frantically tearing at the surrounding space.
"Poseidon!!! You old bastard!!!"
Qian Lin's eyes were bloodshot, and two lines of tears uncontrollably slid down his face, only to be instantly evaporated by the purple flames burning on his cheeks.
"I knew it... I knew why Mother always hesitated when mentioning Father!"
"I knew why I was born without a father, why I have such violent and resentful dragon blood within me!"
"So it was you who killed him! So it was you, you despicable scoundrel, who killed him!"
Qian Lin was now like a wounded beast, clutching his hair tightly, his nails digging deep into his scalp, blood streaming down his forehead, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.
He had never seen his father.
But that didn't mean he didn't yearn for fatherly love.
In the long years of slumber, he had imagined his father's appearance countless times, imagined the scene of the three of them reunited.
But now, the heavens told him that all this beauty had been destroyed by the "Sea God" revered by the world twenty thousand years ago!
The hatred for his father's murder was irreconcilable!
"Heh... Hahahaha!" After a moment of extreme grief and indignation, Qian Lin suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.
His hysterical laughter shook the walls of the Douluo Hall, causing countless cracks to appear once more.
He abruptly lowered his head, his eyes, now completely transformed into purple-gold vertical pupils, fixed intently on Qian Daoliu, his tone chilling as if from the deepest hell:
"Good! Very good!"
"Originally, I just found that Tang San an eyesore and wanted to crush him easily."
"But now..."
Qian Lin slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, the dark purple dragon spear condensed once more, its shaft wailing with dragon spirit, its murderous aura soaring to the heavens.
"That Tang San, since he accepted the Sea God's divine trial, since he wanted to inherit the mantle of that old dog Poseidon..."
"Then he is Poseidon's lackey! He is that thief's successor!"
"The sins of the father are paid by the son, the sins of the master by the disciple! "
Qian Lin whirled around, his gaze piercing through the gates of the Douluo Hall, pointing directly towards Shrek Academy. His killing intent solidified into tangible frost:
"Poseidon is hiding in the God Realm; I can't reach him for now."
"Then I'll first tear his 'successor' to pieces!"
"I'll smash Tang San's bones to pieces! I'll grind his Sea God's position to dust! To appease my father's spirit in heaven!"
With that, Qian Lin didn't wait for Qian Daoliu's reaction before his three pairs of wings flapped violently.
Boom!
The dome of the Douluo Hall shattered completely.
A streak of purple-gold light, carrying earth-shattering fury and killing intent, shot towards Shrek Academy like a meteorite traveling against the current!
Only a chilling voice echoed in the sky above Wuhun City:
"Qian Daoliu! Gather your troops!"
"Follow your ancestor—to raze Shrek!" "Blood will be shed to cleanse the legacy of the Sea God!"
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