Yang Podi glanced at the people around him and couldn't help but curse:
"What the hell is wrong with you people? Qian Daoliu is seriously injured, and instead of treating him immediately, you're all just standing around? Are you planning to let him die from lack of medical attention?"
The members of the Spirit Hall looked extremely displeased upon hearing this.
Each of them couldn't help but complain inwardly:
"You're the one who injured the Grand Worshipper so severely, yet you have the audacity to say something like this? Isn't your skin a bit too thick?"
But on second thought, they had to admit that saving Qian Daoliu was the most urgent matter.
Golden Crocodile Douluo had been channeling his soul power into Qian Daoliu all this time. Now, he quickly spoke up:
"Old Five, Old Six, hurry up and bring the best healing-type soul masters here. Move quickly!"
Hearing this, Falling Devil Douluo and Fifteen Ton Douluo immediately stepped forward and vanished in a flash.
Meanwhile, the other worshippers and Qian Renxue quickly rushed forward, helping to carry Qian Daoliu into Douluo Hall.
The Angelic Divine Light within Douluo Hall was one of the best healing methods available.
Yang Podi ignored Bibi Dong and the elders and simply walked toward Douluo Hall as well.
At this moment, Bibi Dong suddenly spoke up:
"Yang Podi, Douluo Hall is a restricted area of Spirit City. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."
Yang Podi waved dismissively:
"What restricted area? In the end, aren't we all going to end up inside once we're dead? I'm just going in a little early to check on Qian Daoliu's condition. What's the problem with that?"
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth in frustration:
"What exactly do you know? Why did you say what you just said?"
Yang Podi completely ignored Bibi Dong's glare and instead spoke casually:
"It doesn't matter what I know. What matters is whether the world knows it—or rather, whether certain people are willing to acknowledge it. Instead of worrying about me, you should be worrying about the rest of the Douluo Continent."
Bibi Dong's expression turned cold:
"What do you mean by that? My Spirit Empire is about to unify the entire Douluo Continent. Aside from your Heavenly Academy, is there anything else to be concerned about?"
Yang Podi chuckled mockingly:
"Are you seriously asking that question? Do you really not see it? The two great empires and the Upper Three Sects have already been wiped out, yet you're still being troubled by one insignificant place. Do you really not realize the danger? Be careful—you might end up leaving a snake half-dead, only to get bitten in return."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding people's expressions turned grim.
The Spirit Empire had essentially unified the continent.
Both the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire had been completely swept away.
At this point, the only places still resisting were Heavenly Academy and Vast Sea City.
Heavenly Academy was untouchable because of Yang Podi.
This man had long reached Rank 99 and had even cooperated with the Spirit Empire behind the scenes.
In fact, the Spirit Empire's rapid conquest of the continent owed some credit to Yang Podi.
Both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu had silently acknowledge Heavenly Academy's independence.
But Vast Sea City was a different story.
While it housed a group of sea soul masters, they were nothing against the Spirit Empire's million-strong army.
As long as several Titled Douluo joined the battle, even if they couldn't subdue all the sea soul masters, they could at least occupy Vast Sea City and drive them into the ocean.
At that point, the continent would be officially unified.
Recently, a million troops had been stationed outside Vast Sea City, and the soldiers were eagerly awaiting orders to take the final glory of unifying the continent.
Yet, strangely enough, Bibi Dong had been delaying the attack.
Bibi Dong's face turned icy, and she lightly struck the ground with her scepter.
Immediately, an immense pressure spread out, silencing everyone.
Everyone was shocked, their stray thoughts instantly cut off.
"Yang Podi, you'd best stay out of my Spirit Empire's affairs. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."
After saying this, Bibi Dong turned and left Douluo Hall.
Her expression now carried a hint of finality.
Yang Podi shook his head and then continued walking toward Douluo Hall.
Inside Douluo Hall, Qian Daoliu sat beneath the towering Angel God statue. A golden light seemed to be radiating from the statue, enveloping him.
Despite his severe injuries, Qian Daoliu's body and soul power were recovering at an astonishing speed. Yang Podi couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.
"This Angel God's power is quite useful. I never expected it to have such an effect. I wonder if other gods' divine power works the same way?"
As he spoke, Yang Podi reached out his hand toward the golden light. A gentle, soothing warmth spread across his palm. It felt somewhat similar to Ye Lingling's healing ability, but the properties were different—it seemed more like purification.
At that moment, Falling Devil Douluo and Fifteen Ton Douluo swiftly returned, bringing along two Healing-type Soul Sages to treat Qian Daoliu. Meanwhile, the six great worshippers continuously poured soul power into him.
Yang Podi looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but mockingly remark to himself:
"These people are way too careless. I'm standing right here, and they haven't even arranged anyone to guard against me. What if Bibi Dong suddenly makes a move? Wouldn't she be able to wipe them all out in one go?"
However, he didn't dwell on it too much. Instead, he wandered around Douluo Hall, curiously inspecting everything. He carefully examined the so-called divine temple, trying to figure out what made it special.
As his curiosity grew, he even began studying the massive golden Angel God statue itself.
The Angel God truly lived up to its name. This was just a statue, yet it contained an unfathomable amount of faith energy. It seemed that the faith of all Angel God believers across the entire Douluo Star had converged here.
"But how exactly does it collect faith?" Yang Podi wondered. "And what material is this statue made of? How can it store faith energy?"
Just as he was deep in thought, Qian Renxue suddenly approached him. She was gripping the Angelic Sacred Sword in her hand, pointing it directly at him.
"Yang Podi, what exactly are you trying to do? Why did you challenge my grandfather and injure him so severely?"
Faced with Qian Renxue's questioning, Yang Podi simply shook his head.
"I didn't have a choice this time. This matter is far from simple. The ones who really wanted me to challenge Qian Daoliu are those people up above."
Qian Renxue's expression darkened as if she had suddenly realized something.
"What do you mean? Why would they want you to challenge my grandfather? Now that he has lost, won't this shake the rule of my Angel Clan?"
"The will of the heavens is unpredictable. Although your grandfather is gravely injured, this might not necessarily be a bad thing. Perhaps he can break and rebuild himself stronger."
"If that's the case, then why are you still lingering in Douluo Hall? Do you have some other ulterior motive?"
Yang Podi rolled his eyes at her.
"You reckless woman. I'm only staying here because I don't want to be blamed for this mess. This way, your grandfather will be safer. Do you think I actually want to stay here?"
Qian Renxue held her Angelic Sacred Sword tightly, pointing it even closer to Yang Podi.
"What do you mean by that? My grandfather is the Grand Worshipper of Spirit Hall and holds an esteemed position within the Spirit Empire. Why would he have any security concerns?"
Yang Podi let out a cold laugh.
"Qian Xunji was the Supreme Pontiff, wasn't he? Yet he still died under mysterious circumstances."
Qian Renxue's face immediately contorted in rage.
"My father was killed by Tang Hao! What exactly are you trying to imply?"