"Dad! My dear dad! Get up already! What are you doing?!"
Qian Xuanling completely abandoned any semblance of a peerless Douluo expert's dignity. He used both hands and frantically clawed away the dirt covering Qian Wentian.
After finally clearing away the thick layer of soil, Qian Xuanling at last saw Qian Wentian's face, filled with serenity and resignation.
"Dad! Wake up!"
Seeing his father with his eyes tightly shut, as though he had passed away once more, Qian Xuanling was so anxious that he no longer cared about seniority or propriety.
He abruptly raised both hands and slapped Qian Wentian's stern face twice, one from each side!
Smack! Smack!
"Dad! Open your eyes and look carefully! You're not dreaming, and this isn't some illusion after death! You really came back from the dead—you've been completely revived!"
Qian Xuanling shouted anxiously as he slapped him.
"Hiss... That hurts like hell!"
Qian Wentian, who had still been immersed in self-hypnosis, suddenly felt a burning pain erupt across his cheeks.
Qian Wentian abruptly opened his eyes, glaring furiously.
The first thing he saw was his own son, Qian Xuanling, with his palm raised high as though he intended to keep slapping him!
"Fuck!"
Qian Wentian was truly enraged now. He let out an angry roar. "I know this isn't an illusion! I can clearly feel pain already! You fucking unfilial bastard, and you're still slapping me?!"
"Qian Xuanling! Looks like you've really grown some guts, you brat! Your skin's itching for a beating, huh?!"
Along with an earth-shaking roar—
Boom!
Qian Wentian's peerless Soul Power erupted from his body. Like an enraged lion, he burst out of the ground!
His body flashed like lightning. While still in midair, he brutally kicked out, landing a solid blow directly on Qian Xuanling's chest.
Bang!
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