Qian Daoliu's fist intent seemed to cross space itself, arriving before Tang Xiao in an instant.
The Clear Sky Hammer that his opponent had been so proud of was utterly incapable of resisting the old man's attack. He could only watch helplessly as a single punch sent him flying.
After all, he was a Peerless Douluo. Qian Daoliu's command over the Angel Martial Soul and sacred-attribute Soul Power had long since reached perfection.
Tang Chen defeating Qian Daoliu on the ground back then did not mean that just any Peak Douluo could challenge him.
"I'm kind of panicking." Tang Jingwei, a second-generation disciple, shuddered, unable to even speak clearly. "He punched the Sect Master into a pig's head with one blow."
The gap in cultivation was simply too vast. He could not even see Qian Daoliu's movements.
In the span of two short seconds, the old man had thrown at least ten punches.
"I'm sweating bullets, brother." Another second-generation disciple was genuinely drenched in cold sweat.
"Why isn't former Sect Master Tang Chen coming to save us?" another disciple whispered.
"Because he's a fucking bastard!" Demon Bear Douluo cursed loudly. "We've waited here for so long, and Senior Qian Daoliu never attacked you directly because he wanted to see whether Tang Chen would come save you."
"Don't slander Great-Grandfather Tang Chen!" a third-generation disciple shouted excitedly.
Bang—
The moment his words fell, his right arm exploded.
"There was a rat squeaking away, and I couldn't help but crush it to death." A Soul Douluo from the Angel Legion scratched his head. He was the captain of this operation.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
Ghost Leopard Douluo, seated on another mountain peak, clapped and cheered.
Among the Clear Sky Sect's third-generation disciples, the strongest at present were merely Soul Emperors. The rest, already in