Gold Crocodile Douluo stared at Yang Lin, wanting to compare Yang Lin's appearance to that legendary image.
The Seven Kill Sword was wielded by Yang Lin, and his title was Slaughter God Douluo.
Red clothes, white hair, the Seven Kill Sword!
Killing without a trace, indifferent to the common people!
The heavens had once been drenched in scarlet blood!
This astonishing Killing Intent was truly unparalleled in the world. Even as a level-98 Titled Douluo, Gold Crocodile Douluo could not sense Yang Lin's strength, only feeling that it was unfathomable.
However, despite Yang Lin's ruthlessness, he only killed criminals. He never attacked ordinary people without reason, nor did he oppress the weak.
Therefore, they admired him but did not fear him.
Qian Daoliu nodded. "That's right. Yang Lin is the Slaughter God Douluo. He attained the position of Slaughter God a hundred years ago, then wandered the world and went into seclusion. He has only just returned now."
"Back then, you hadn't yet become a Titled Douluo, so you had only heard of Yang Lin's reputation and had never met him in person. Now that you've met him, let's celebrate together."
Gold Crocodile Douluo, Lion Douluo, Green Phoenix Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, Demon-Subduing Douluo, and Qianjun Douluo all bowed and saluted him with their hands clasped. "Greetings, Seven Kill Douluo!"
"Mm!"
Yang Lin murmured softly, "Hmm," as he looked at them. They were all from Spirit Hall. The Hall's Elders were public figures and men of good character, far nobler than the father and son of the Tang Clan.
Qian Daoliu led Yang Lin into the Hall of Elders and personally brewed him a cup of tea. "I don't think I need to explain Yang Lin's identity to you. A hundred years ago, he was known as the Seven Kill Douluo, a master of killing with unparalleled combat power who dominated an entire era. It is an honor to have him become a member of the Hall of Elders. The Supreme Elder still retains the Supreme Elder position in Spirit Hall!"
"Now that I've finished speaking, who agrees and who disagrees?"
In Spirit Hall, the Supreme Elder possessed greater authority than the Supreme Pontiff, and even more authority than the High Priest. Although he did not manage its affairs, everyone in Spirit Hall had to obey his orders unconditionally.
Qian Daoliu willingly stepped down, clearing the way for Yang Lin to ascend to the throne. Gold Crocodile Douluo and the other worshippers saw that Qian Daoliu had no objections, so naturally they did not raise any either.
They had heard Yang Lin's legend and knew that Yang Lin's path represented justice and the very essence of Spirit Hall. They obeyed him naturally.
There was even a trace of excitement in their hearts.
Yang Lin looked at the seven worshippers and suddenly laughed. "You're all Super Douluo of levels 97, 98, and 99. Relax. I don't eat people."
Yang Lin suppressed his Killing Intent, presenting himself as an ordinary, unremarkable man.
The worshippers exchanged glances. Seeing that legendary Elder stirred their hearts and sent waves of excitement through them. How could they possibly relax?
Qian Daoliu asked the most important question, which had also been Yang Lin's original reason for leaving. Now that Yang Lin had returned, he wanted to know the result. "Yang Lin, have you taken that step?"
Qian Daoliu was asking about becoming a god. Yang Lin had already reached the peak of level 99 before leaving. A Douluo was only one step away from becoming a god at level 100, and his journey had been solely to take that final step.
Yang Lin lowered his eyes and murmured with a sigh, "How difficult is it to become a god? Even with my unparalleled talent, I reached the Titled Douluo realm at eighteen and the peak of level 99 at thirty. I spent seventy years wandering this continent in search of opportunities and Divine Inheritance, but I still couldn't break through."
"Stuck at the final step, seventy years have passed, and we've only managed half a step. We're still far from perfection."
Qian Daoliu sighed softly. "Did you go to the two places I told you about?"
Yang Lin pondered for a moment before saying, "We slaughtered everyone in Slaughter City, passed the Sea God's Nine Trials, and reached perfection, but the person they were waiting for wasn't me, and they refused to pass down the title of God—the position of God!"
Qian Daoliu sighed. "Becoming a god requires more than talent. It also requires opportunity and luck. Yang Lin has the talent, but he lacks the right opportunity and luck."
Red flames danced in Yang Lin's eyes, but upon closer inspection, those flames were entirely composed of blood-red Sword Qi.
Yang Lin held his teacup and flashed an evil grin. "Although I haven't taken that final step, I've already traveled quite a distance. If I continue cultivating, I will definitely become a god!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the seven worshippers were stunned!
Everyone knew that level 99 was the peak of the Douluo Continent. Cultivating to level 99 was already perfection, while becoming a god at level 100 was merely a legend. Although Qian Daoliu had mentioned becoming a god at level 100 to them, they had heard of it without truly believing it. After all, once a person reached level 95, every increase in level became incredibly difficult. How could they believe that level 100 existed beyond level 99?
Hearing Yang Lin's words now, everyone was left utterly speechless with shock.
Yet none of them dared hope for too much.
Seeing the various expressions on the worshippers' faces, Yang Lin laughed and said, "Once I reach level 100, I'll split the heavens with a single sword strike and find the barrier between levels 99 and 100. Then all of you can follow me in Ascension!"
"Thank you, Supreme Elder!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo, Guangling, and the others expressed their gratitude. Although they did not know whether Yang Lin would achieve Ascension, his intention to guide them was utterly sincere.
Yang Lin set down his teacup and said slowly, "I left Spirit Hall seventy years ago. Time has passed, and there are many things I don't understand. I need to learn about a few of them."
"When I returned, I saw a woman sitting in the Papal Palace wearing the Supreme Pontiff's robes. Where is Qian Xunji? Can someone tell me what happened?"
When I left, Qian Xunji was around twelve years old, in the prime of his youth, but he's no longer here.
I warned Qian Xunji to beware of a woman named Bibi Dong, but Qian Xunji was still deceived.
What a pity!
Now I need to confirm whether Qian Xunji was indeed killed by Bibi Dong, as originally suspected.
Several worshippers turned their gazes toward Qian Daoliu. Since this concerned Qian Xunji, Qian Daoliu's son, it would be best for Qian Daoliu himself to explain.
Qian Daoliu pondered for a long while, a glimmer of sorrow shining in his eyes. "Ji'er had just reached level 90 when he heard about a 100,000-year-old Spirit Beast... The Blue Silver Emperor had transformed into a human and led several Spirit Douluo to hunt it, but at the critical moment, the Blue Silver Emperor sacrificed Tang Hao, who then killed it in retaliation."
"That sickly child returned with grievous injuries. He couldn't be saved, and eventually he died!"
Qian Xunji had inherited the Angel Martial Soul, and his abilities were unparalleled, yet he died in bed. What a terrible shame.
Yang Lin's gaze shifted, like two sharp swords fixed on Qian Daoliu. "High Priest, Uncle Qian, you protected me when I was young, and I protected Qian Xunji after I grew up. I know Qian Xunji's strength, and I taught you to put your own life above everything else."
"Qian Xunji possessed the Angel Martial Soul, and the sky was his battlefield. Not even a Spirit Master who had just advanced to Titled Douluo, let alone a veteran Titled Douluo, could withstand Qian Xunji."
"Qian Xunji could only have been taken down if a level-95 expert, a Titled Douluo, had intervened!"
"So... I need to know what really happened, Qian Daoliu!"
"Qian Xunji called me Big Brother Yang. This is a grudge you can't settle easily, or perhaps you have some concerns. It's all right. I'll avenge you!"
"I, Yang Lin, the Seven Kill Douluo, the Supreme Slaughter God of Spirit Hall, the Supreme Elder, have nothing to be ashamed of!"
Yang Lin's worst fear had come true. Qian Xunji was indeed dead. Remembering the boy who had called him Big Brother Yang, Yang Lin twirled his fingers before clenching them tightly, and... the spiritual power of the Douluo surged forth. Uncontrolled qi currents stirred up fierce winds throughout the Hall of Elders.
Seven Kill Douluo, Spirit Hall's Supreme Slaughter God, Supreme Elder!
This revealed his bloodthirsty side.