207: Queen Medusa arrives on Douluo Continent

All the Spirit Masters standing in the hall, regardless of their rank, were struck by an invisible giant hammer the moment the pressure descended, grunting and spitting blood as they flew backward, crashing heavily against the cracked walls and falling unconscious.

Qian Xunji bore the brunt of it, feeling an irresistible force slam into his chest. His vision went black, his throat tasted sweet, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood with a "wah" sound, his body soaring backward like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed heavily onto the base of the Angel God statue, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible, his aura instantly weakening to the extreme, with only endless fear remaining in his eyes!

Only Qian Daoliu, at the instant the pressure descended, erupted with dazzling golden holy light all around him.

The Seraphim Spirit phantom instantly solidified behind him, a sacred and majestic aura soaring into the sky, barely resisting the destructive pressure impact.

But the chair beneath him, along with a large area of the surrounding ground, had silently turned to dust.

"Who?!"

Qian Daoliu's hair stood on end, his golden eyes shooting out an unprecedented sharp glint, staring intently at the source of the pressure—the gilded gates of the Supreme Pontiff Palace, which symbolized supreme power but were now covered in cracks.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the two heavy gates exploded inward like paper, sending fragments flying.

Amidst the swirling dust, two figures slowly stepped in.

The one leading was as tall and straight as a pine, dressed in a simple black robe, with a handsome face and eyes as deep as an ancient, still cold pond, showing no ripples but carrying a cold indifference that seemed to see through everything.

It was Mo Yuhan, the greatest nightmare in the hearts of Qian Daoliu and his son!

After Qian Xunji let Bibi Dong and Mo Yuhan escape, Qian Daoliu had always worried about Mo Yuhan, because his talent was truly too heaven-defying.

Half a step to Mo Yuhan's side was a woman whose splendor could not be described in words.

She wore a luxurious purple brocade robe, her figure tall and graceful, her face exquisitely alluring, as if all the Charm and majesty in the world were gathered within her.

Her narrow purple eyes were cold, noble, and looked down upon everything, as if viewing all living beings as ants.

A terrifying pressure, far surpassing that of a Titled Douluo, like a Divinity descending, was emanating from her without reservation, suppressing the entire scene.

"Mo Yuhan?!"

Qian Xunji shrieked as if he had seen a ghost, his voice distorted by fear, "You...how could you still be alive?! And her...who is she?!"

Mo Yuhan's gaze, like two sharp swords tempered in ten thousand years of ice, passed over the terrified Qian Xunji and directly pierced the composed Qian Daoliu.

His voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the deathly silent Supreme Pontiff Palace, every word like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of all the survivors present:

"Qian Xunji, three years unseen, you are still so...revolting."

His gaze swept over Qian Xunji, who was slumped on the ground like a dead dog, filled with undisguised cold killing intent, finally settling on Qian Daoliu, "As for who I am? Qian Daoliu, shouldn't you have had the answer in your heart long ago?

Three years ago, who rescued my aunt Bibi Dong from the clutches of your beastly son? Who was almost killed by your son's bombardment?"

He took a step forward, his voice suddenly rising, like a clap of thunder, carrying bone-deep hatred and stern accusation, echoing throughout the entire Spirit City:

"Today, I, Mo Yuhan, in front of this Angel God statue, in front of all the offerings, Elders, and bishops of Spirit Hall, will tear off the hypocritical masks of you two, father and son. I will tell everyone what truly happened three years ago!"

"Your Supreme Pontiff, Qian Xunji, this beast in human skin!

He coveted my aunt, your former Saintess Bibi Dong's beauty and status, and taking her unawares, set a vicious trap, intending to forcibly violate her and commit that abominable act.

Had I not arrived in time and fought to save her, my aunt Bibi Dong would have long since lost her purity and died on the spot, and you..."

Mo Yuhan's gaze, like cold blades, swept over the many Spirit Hall high-ranking officials—offerings, Elders, red-robed bishops—who had been alarmed and were rushing from all directions, now frozen at the hall entrance and outside.

Their faces were filled with incredible shock and bewilderment.

"And you!" Mo Yuhan's voice was like it came from the Nine Nether Hells, "Your revered Supreme Pontiff, to cover up his monstrous crime, twisted black and white, slandering my aunt for colluding with external enemies, and slandering me for disrupting human ethics.

He branded us as rebels, proclaimed it to the world, and sought to exterminate us!

Is this your Spirit Hall's 'justice'? Is this the 'holiness' inherited from the Angel God? How absurd! How shameless!!!"

Boom—!!!

Mo Yuhan's words were like throwing ice into boiling oil!

Inside and outside the entire Supreme Pontiff Palace, chaos instantly erupted!

Those offerings and Elders who had rushed over, such as Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Devil Bear Douluo, Snake Lance Douluo, Porcupinefish Douluo, Holy Dragon Douluo, and so on.

Everyone froze in place, their faces drained of color, their eyes filled with extreme shock, bewilderment, doubt, and...a hint of anger at being deceived.

"What?!"

"This...this is impossible! His Majesty the Pope he..."

"Saintess Crown was...slandered?!"

"Forcibly violated...Oh my god! This..."

"Is what Mo Yuhan said true? Her Royal Highness the Saintess she..."

The tremendous roar of uproar almost overturned the dome of the Supreme Pontiff Palace! Countless gazes, filled with doubt, scrutiny, and even anger, converged on the ashen-faced Qian Xunji and the livid Qian Daoliu.

Under Mo Yuhan's accusation, Qian Xunji was like someone stripped of all his covering, collapsing on the ground, his body trembling like a sieve, his lips quivering as he tried to explain, but he couldn't utter a single word, only full of fear and malice.

The golden light around Qian Daoliu fluctuated violently, showing the monstrous waves in his heart.

He stared intently at Mo Yuhan, then glanced at Queen Medusa. This unfathomable and terrifying existence made him feel unprecedented pressure.

He knew that Mo Yuhan dared to come knocking on their door so brazenly, exposing this shocking scandal, he must have something to rely on.

This purple-clothed woman was his biggest trump card!

Her aura...actually made him, a peak Level 99 Ultimate Douluo, feel a threat originating from the very level of life!

"Mo Yuhan, stop spouting nonsense and slandering the Supreme Pontiff!"

Even if Qian Daoliu disliked his son, he would not allow such an ugly matter to be exposed, so he sternly shouted.

He tried to salvage the situation, his voice imbued with the pressure of an Ultimate Douluo, forcefully suppressing the clamor in the hall.

Qian Daoliu had to preserve the face of Spirit Hall, and his son's life, even if...he truly was a beast!

"Slander?"

Mo Yuhan sneered, the cold light in his eyes growing even stronger, "Qian Daoliu, even at this point, you still want to shield this beastly scoundrel? Where is my aunt Bibi Dong? Let her come out and confront me face to face! Let's see who is slandering!"

"No need to look! We're here!"

Just then, three powerful auras, like three brilliant meteors, streaked across the sky above Spirit City, carrying chilling killing intent and resolve, and descended with a boom before the crumbling Supreme Pontiff Palace.

As the light dissipated, three exquisite figures were revealed.