"Keep me here? You? You think you can keep me here? Heh! You old bastard, you think far too highly of yourself, don't you?"
Wang Jingyu sneered, pointing the Clear Sky Hammer at Qian Daoliu as the fighting spirit in his eyes grew ever more intense.
"Want to give it a try? It's been a long time since we've properly fought. My hands have been itching for it, so let's have a great battle today! Old bastard, do you dare accept? But if I slip up and crush your son to death, don't blame me."
"Mad Tang! I said I have no intention of fighting you to the death! I merely hope that this child can inherit the Pope's throne!
I can promise you that as long as you leave this child behind, I will do everything in my power to protect her in the future.
I will revoke the warrant for your disciple's arrest. From now on, your disciple may come to Spirit Hall at any time to see her, and no one may interfere. Didn't you say you wanted Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect to form a marriage alliance? I agree!"
To avoid provoking Wang Jingyu further, Qian Daoliu lowered himself as much as possible and pleaded with him to leave Bibi Dong behind.
With his usual temperament, if anyone dared threaten him like this, he would have used the Angel Sacred Sword to teach them a lesson.
But his opponent was "Tang Chen," known as invincible on land. He was not certain he could kill him.
Even with more than a dozen Titled Douluo on his side, he still had no absolute confidence.
More importantly, his son was lying dozens of meters away. If "Tang Chen" proved ruthless and directly hurled the Clear Sky Hammer