Qian Daoliu hovered in midair and clicked his tongue. "Even after receiving a boost, you still can't compare to that dead father of yours."
"Step down. Send up the one in charge to speak with me."
Sword Douluo, who had been sent flying, heard Qian Daoliu mention his father, and his eyes were completely swallowed by rage.
His father had been a level 98 Titled Douluo in life, but during his attempt to seek a breakthrough, he had challenged Qian Daoliu of that time and had not died because of it.
Qian Daoliu deliberately brought up this matter, completely tearing open the pain in Chen Xin's heart.
At that moment, Ning Fengzhi seemed to clear his head somewhat. He realized Qian Daoliu was intentionally provoking them.
With the gap in strength so obvious, continuing to fight was not a wise choice.
"Uncle Sword, calm down! This is a provocation. Don't fall for it."
Ning Fengzhi's shout failed to reach Sword Douluo's ears.
Sword energy coiled around him, and his entire being was on the verge of exploding.
Just then, a sigh came from the void.
Qian Daoliu felt the strange sensation he had sensed when he arrived, as if he had been swept by some unique gaze from hundreds of miles away.
When he looked toward the place where the feeling was strongest, his expression changed drastically.
A high-speed flying object that tore through the void had locked onto his presence and was flying toward him, carrying tremendous kinetic energy.
Qian Daoliu's proud, relaxed expression became incomparably serious.
A great amount of Soul Power poured into the Holy Sword in his hand. The highly compressed scarlet-gold, high-temperature Holy Sword swung swiftly and sliced accurately into the green warhead.
The instant the two made contact, Qian Daoliu confirmed from the heavy