The Spirit Hall, that magnificent building that symbolizes power and majesty, still stands on the continent, exuding a solemn atmosphere.

However, deep inside the Angel Temple, an unusual change is about to happen.

Qian Renxue flew towards the Temple of Angels like a streak of embarrassed light.

Her white divine outfit was torn to pieces, with strips of cloth fluttering in the wind. Her body was covered in blood, and it was obvious that she had been seriously injured in the battle with Qian Renshang.

The six-winged angel wings behind him no longer shone, and a few feathers fell off, making him look broken and listless.

The moment Qian Renxue rushed into the Temple of Angels, the quiet atmosphere was instantly broken.

Qian Daoliu was originally sitting in the main seat of the temple with his eyes closed, feeling the flow of angelic power. When he sensed Qian Renxue’s miserable aura intruding, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.

“Xue’er, you…why are you like this?”

Qian Daoliu stood up suddenly, his voice filled with undisguised panic and anxiety.

He never imagined that his granddaughter, the God of Angels, whom he had high hopes for, would return to the Temple of Angels in such a miserable state.

Qian Renxue stumbled and nearly fell. She gritted her teeth, endured the pain in her body and the humiliation in her heart, slowly raised her head and looked at Qian Daoliu. Her eyes were filled with a complex mixture of anger, unwillingness and despair.
“Grandpa… I… I lost to Qian Renshang…”

When she said the last few words, her voice was almost choked and tears welled up in her eyes.

Qian Daoliu’s body swayed, as if he had been hit hard. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“What? You actually lost to Qian Renshang? This… How is this possible!”

Qian Daoliu’s face was filled with disbelief. In his mind, after Qian Renxue inherited the God of Angels, her strength had already reached the level of a saint. How could she be defeated by Qian Renshang? Qian Renxue laughed miserably.
“Grandpa, it’s true. Qian Renshang’s strength is beyond my imagination. His twelve-winged fallen angel martial spirit seems to have a restraint on my six-winged angel martial spirit… I… I was defeated miserably.”

Having said that, Qian Renxue could no longer hold back her tears.

Qian Daoliu was silent for a long time, then slowly walked to Qian Renxue, gently patted her shoulder, and tried to comfort her:

“Xue’er, victory and defeat are common in the military. Don’t be anxious. Tell grandpa in detail what happened in this battle.”

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, suppressed her grief, and told Qian Daoliu everything about her battle with Qian Renshang.

After listening to this, Qian Daoliu frowned and looked solemn. He knew very well that Qian Renshang’s growth was beyond their control. If it was not curbed, he would become a major threat to the Spirit Hall.

“Xue’er, you should rest and recover first. Grandpa will find a way to resolve Qian Renshang’s issue. Since he dares to be so arrogant, we must not let him go easily.”

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Qian Daoliu’s eyes, and he spoke in a firm tone.

Qian Renxue nodded slightly, “Grandpa, I won’t give up. When my injuries are healed, I will definitely seek revenge on Qian Renshang again. This time, I won’t lose again!”

She clenched her fists, and the fighting spirit and murderous intent rekindled in her eyes.

Qian Daoliu’s face became uglier and uglier, like the gloomy sky before a storm. He paced slowly, his thoughts tangled like a tangled mess.

“I have said long ago that Qian Renshang is the Son of Darkness in the prophecy. Now it seems that his twelve-winged fallen angel martial spirit is even more terrifying than I imagined!”

Qian Daoliu’s voice was low and hoarse, revealing deep worry. (End of this chapter)