Ye Qiu vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The moment Ye Qiu's feet touched the ground before the main hall,
the powerful, uncontrollable killing intent around him spread in every direction, carrying a thick stench of blood.
Inside the hall,
Ning Fengzhi was handling sect affairs.
Sword Douluo leaned against the doorway outside, while Bone Douluo sat nearby sipping fragrant tea.
The two Title Douluo sensed the familiar aura and dense killing intent one after another.
They immediately became alert.
Sword Douluo took the lead and shot outside.
"Uncle Jian?"
Ning Fengzhi looked up, confused.
Bone Douluo stood beside him.
"It seems to be that boy Ye Qiu. He's back from the City of Slaughter."
"What? That fast?"
A look of surprise appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.
He immediately stood up and walked outside with his cane.
Bone Douluo stayed by his side protectively.
Ye Qiu stood where he was.
Seeing Sword Douluo arrive in response to the disturbance, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Senior Sword, long time no see."
"Ye Qiu, it really is you, brat."
Sword Douluo looked at Ye Qiu as the sword intent around him gradually receded.
There was a trace of astonishment in his eyes.
The aura Ye Qiu was giving off could actually make him feel threatened?
Sword Douluo praised him.
"I never expected you to come out of the City of Slaughter after only a year and a half. You were much faster than Tang Hao back then, or even the current Pope."
A somewhat awkward smile appeared on Ye Qiu's face.
He had not smiled in a long time within the City of Slaughter.
"I merely borrowed some outside help."
Sword Douluo said helplessly,
"You're still the same as ever, brat. Too