At this moment, Qian Renxue was incredibly confident and excited.
Her beautiful face was filled with pride, and her bright eyes sparkled with excitement.
She straightened her spine, making her figure appear even taller and more majestic.
"I am now probably the youngest Title Douluo powerhouse on the entire continent!"
Qian Renxue muttered to herself, her voice filled with pride.
She knew the weight of this achievement. On this continent where strength was paramount, reaching this level at such a young age undoubtedly placed her at a peak that countless others could only dream of.
Moreover, she could clearly feel that her strength was enough to reach the ranks of top-tier powerhouses.
The surging soul power flowed within her body, as if it could unleash a world-destroying force at any moment.
"Perhaps only a powerhouse of my grandfather's caliber can defeat me."
Qian Renxue thought of Qian Daoliu, her respect for him undiminished, but also fueled by a growing desire for challenge.
She longed to one day stand shoulder to shoulder with her grandfather, even surpassing him, letting the angelic light illuminate the entire continent.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, calming her inner excitement.
She knew this was just a new beginning; a longer road lay ahead, and more challenges awaited her.
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, immediately thinking of a figure—
Qian Renshang!
That damned, stinky younger brother always made her grit her teeth in hatred.
"Hmph, now that I have the advantage in soul power, I should be able to easily defeat him,"
Qian Renxue thought to herself, a ruthless glint flashing in her beautiful eyes.
The memory of her previous encounters with Qian Renshang filled her with humiliation; this time, she was determined to avenge herself.
Her hands clenched unconsciously, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
"Qian Renshang, just you wait, this time I won't let you succeed again."
Qian Renxue secretly vowed in her heart, as if she could already see herself trampling Qian Renshang under her feet.
At this moment, her soul power surged, exuding a powerful aura—an aura of absolute confidence and a thirst for victory.
Qian Renxue excitedly stepped outside, her eagerness to challenge Qian Renshang making her steps hurried.
However, she encountered a figure right in front of her—her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu was tall and upright, yet his weariness was undeniable.
His broad shoulders seemed slightly slumped, and his once straight spine was now somewhat hunched.
His long silver hair had lost its former luster, appearing dull and disheveled.
His face, still sharply defined as if sculpted by a knife, was now as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
His once sharp, hawk-like eyes were now bloodshot, revealing deep exhaustion and worry.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have deepened in this short time, each one telling a story of the hardships and suffering he had endured.
Qian Renxue first showed concern and quickly stepped forward, saying, "Grandpa, what happened to you?
You look so haggard."
Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly and sighed softly, "Xue'er, Grandpa is fine, it's just that the previous events took a toll."
Hearing this, Qian Renxue felt slightly relieved, and then an excited expression appeared on her face. She couldn't wait to say,
"Grandpa, my soul power has broken through to level 90, and I've also absorbed a divinely bestowed soul ring.
Now I'm going to find Qian Renshang again to fight! This time I will definitely defeat him and avenge my previous defeat!"
Her eyes shone with a determined light, as if she could already see the moment she defeated Qian Renshang.
Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter's fighting spirit and was slightly taken aback.
Then he said,
"Xue'er, don't underestimate your opponent.
But since you have this determination, go ahead, but be careful."
Qian Renxue nodded vigorously and turned to run towards the direction where Qian Renshang was.
Qian Daoliu's expression changed slightly as he slowly said, "No need, Xue'er, because Qian Renshang is already dead!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue froze, her excitement instantly turning to disbelief.
"Grandpa, what did you say? Qian Renshang is dead?"
Qian Daoliu nodded heavily, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
"He perished in the battle against the Angel God."
Qian Daoliu briefly explained what had happened outside during Qian Renxue's seclusion:
The beast tide, the Angel God!
After hearing Qian Daoliu's account, Qian Renxue stood frozen, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
She had been determined to defeat him to prove herself, but now that her opponent was suddenly gone, leaving her feeling empty and lost.
After a long while, she finally came to her senses, muttering to herself,
"How could this be... Dead, how could he just die?"
Qian Renxue's expression froze, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, and she suddenly felt somewhat lost. She stood there blankly, her lips slightly parted, but she couldn't speak.
Although she had repeatedly said that she wanted to kill Qian Renshang, now that he was really dead, she felt a little sad.
That sadness was subtle, like a gentle touch deep in her heart, a bittersweet feeling rising up.
"Everything I've worked hard for was to defeat Qian Renshang, and now that he's dead, what am I going to do?"
"How could he just die like that? How could he!!!"
Qian Renxue kept asking herself in her heart, a sense of loss welling up inside her.
She had always regarded Qian Renshang as the goal she wanted to surpass and defeat, a goal that supported her in constantly cultivating and breaking through her own limits.
But now, the goal was gone, and she suddenly felt like a ship that had lost its direction, drifting in the vast ocean.
Qian Renxue bit her lip, her brows furrowed, trying to clear her chaotic thoughts.
Her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her dress, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Qian Daoliu was also somewhat lost, staring blankly into the distance.
Because of a single sentence from the Angel God, four of the seven High Priests were dead; only three of those who had fought alongside him remained, filling his heart with pain and regret.
Although Qian Renshang was dead, the Martial Soul Empire had suffered heavy losses.
The once prosperous cities were now ravaged, soldier casualties continued to rise, civilians were displaced, and fear and despair enveloped everyone.
Add to that the countless dead soul beasts, and it was a scene of utter devastation.
The earth was stained red with blood, mountains were shattered, rivers dried up; the continent seemed to have been baptized by the apocalypse.
"Was Qian Renshang the Child of Darkness who would destroy the continent, or am I the one who is responsible for its destruction?"
Qian Daoliu repeatedly questioned himself.
He began to doubt whether the mission and beliefs he had always held were a mistake from the very beginning.
(End of Chapter)
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