Qian Renfeng had left at noon on the first day. By the following afternoon, he and Qian Daoliu had quietly slipped into Holy Soul City and met Chen Ming.
Although Qian Daoliu did not know what Chen Ming wanted to say or do, Qian Renfeng had told him about the crisis Chen Ming faced. Thus, he had prayed in Spirit Hall and brought out the Angel Holy Sword to carry with him.
If necessary, Qian Daoliu could burn his own life force at any moment to activate the Angel Holy Sword for a short time.
The price was difficult to accept, but not impossible. Quite apart from the fact that Qian Daoliu was not someone who feared death, Chen Ming now had a means of increasing life force through alchemy.
Although using life force to raise the upper limit of one's lifespan yielded diminishing returns, replenishing life force after burning it to keep one's lifespan from decreasing was not particularly difficult.
As long as he did not burn too much at once and damage his foundations, or leave that damage unreplenished for too long, there would be no problem.
Qian Daoliu's current situation was rather like that of an elderly Great Sage arriving with an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon.
In truth, however, even without bringing the Angel Holy Sword, Qian Daoliu's own strength was already unmatched on the Douluo Continent.
"Ming, I never imagined so much had happened to you. Did you call me here because you wanted my help with something? Don't worry. Once I step in, everything will get better."
Qian Daoliu patted his chest and spoke earnestly.
Golden Crocodile Douluo had entered secluded cultivation more than three years ago. Although he had yet to break through to Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu could already sense fierce, domineering fluctuations