Qian Daoliu

"Look, that's Xiao Han!"

Above the hemispherical crater, a figure hovered in midair. Draped in green gauze, it was none other than Xiao Han.

"Why... why didn't you kill me?"

At the edge of the hemisphere, an old man lay there. His brocade robe hung off him like ribbons. Covered in dust, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his mangled hands dangled limply. His eyes were filled with shock, along with a trace of confusion as he questioned Xiao Han.

One move!

Whoosh—

He had actually defeated Qian Daoliu, a guardian-level figure of Spirit Hall, with just one move.

It was worth mentioning that throughout the entire process, his opponent had truly not even used his martial soul.

Xiao Han smiled faintly. "What if... I said my conscience suddenly got the better of me, and I couldn't bear to kill you? Would you believe me?"

Qian Daoliu shook his head without hesitation.

"Heh heh..."

Xiao Han chuckled. "Actually, I wouldn't believe it myself either."

At those words, Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened. His expression became utterly resolute, and a frenzied rage surfaced in his eyes. "Although I'm no match for you, I will never allow you to humiliate me like this."

As soon as he spoke, a strange ripple spread around Qian Daoliu.

"Qian Renxue!"

Seeing this, Xiao Han suddenly shouted.

"Hm?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened, and he paused the thought of self-destruction that had risen in his mind.

Xiao Han caught that concern in his eyes and said, "Qian Renxue. Your granddaughter, Qian Renxue. I won't kill you. Go find your granddaughter. From now on, don't ever appear before me again."

"Why?" Qian Daoliu looked at Xiao Han in confusion. From Xiao Han's previous actions, it was clear that he was a decisive and ruthless man. Why