On the way back to the hotel, Qian Renxue asked a question, and Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, who were traveling with them, also looked over.
Meng Shu and his wife, who were following behind, showed no reaction. They had seen their sect master's strength before—he could Ice Seal a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in an instant, and he also possessed that miraculous spatial soul skill. Even if he could not win, he could still escape.
"Defeating that Spirit Hall team won't be difficult. The hard part is that Pope. Haven't you noticed that her killing intent toward me has been growing stronger?"
Yang Hao truly could not understand that crazy woman's way of thinking. He had clearly already resolved the conflict with Qian Renxue, so why was her killing intent toward him so strong now?
I'm your daughter's man.
"She really does have killing intent."
Sword Douluo spoke up, confirming the matter. Clearly, that Pope had already regarded the boy as a threat to Spirit Hall and wanted to eliminate him.
"She probably won't make a move against you at a time like this."
Qian Renxue felt somewhat guilty. All she could do now was pray that her mother could restrain the killing intent in her heart and not actually act.
"Once the tournament ends, we'll leave Spirit City immediately and return to the empire."
Ning Fengzhi did not want to take risks. Only by returning to the empire as soon as possible could they be considered safe.
"I've already asked people from the Elephant Armored Sect to come escort us. Hopefully, we won't really have to face off."
Yang Hao truly could not be certain about that. A woman's thoughts were already difficult enough to guess, let alone the thoughts of a crazy woman.
A thought occurred to him,