Once he rose a few more levels, even if Tang Chen wielded the Asura Sword, Jiang Chen would have nothing to fear.
When he arrived at Qian Daoliu's courtyard, Qian Daoliu happened to be eating.
Jiang Chen shamelessly sat down and joined him for drinks and meat.
"Why did you suddenly come to keep this old man company tonight?" Qian Daoliu asked with a smile.
Jiang Chen clinked cups with Qian Daoliu. "I suddenly wanted to drink with Grandpa, so I came over."
Setting down his cup, he smiled. "Actually, I have some good news for you too, Grandpa."
"Oh? Is Xue'er pregnant again?" Qian Daoliu's eyes lit up, and the drunken haze on his face immediately vanished.
Jiang Chen shook his head, caught between laughter and tears. "No. My cultivation has broken through."
The light in Qian Daoliu's eyes dimmed as he nodded slightly. "Soul Douluo. Not bad. You've caught up to Xue'er already."
He desperately wanted a great-grandson, and he dearly hoped to see that happen before he sacrificed himself.
Jiang Chen stood up and released his eight soul rings.
Clang!
Qian Daoliu's wine cup fell to the ground, and his entire mind went blank.
After a long while, Qian Daoliu's face was filled with shock.
"You said you reached level eighty-four and defeated the level ninety-seven Bibi Dong? That's truly unbelievable."
"In all my life, I've never seen a genius as terrifying as you."
Jiang Chen said modestly, "Grandpa, actually, I want to spar with you."
Qian Daoliu raised his brows, his snow-white beard twitching upward as he laughed. "You brat, you just defeated your teacher, and now you want to challenge me?"
Jiang Chen's gaze was resolute. "Grandpa, I have to defeat you before becoming a Titled Douluo."
"Why?"
"Because I accepted the Asura God's inheritance