Qi Dao looked at Tang Hao with a cold sneer.
"I've planted a wisp of Sword Intent inside each of Tang San and Yu Xiaogang. With a single thought, I can decide whether they live or die."
"As a Titled Douluo, you should be able to sense the Sword Intent coming from me."
"If you try anything else, I guarantee there won't be a next time."
"I might die, but those two will be buried with me!"
Before his words had faded, three Soul Rings lit up beneath Qi Dao's feet.
Yellow, purple, purple. The sight of those three Soul Rings stunned Tang Hao, Yu Xiaogang, and Tang San. For a moment, they thought they were seeing things.
How could Qi Dao's Second Soul Ring be a Millennium Soul Ring?
Before the three could consider why, Qi Dao's Second Soul Ring suddenly flared. A Flying Sword formed beneath his feet.
Qi Dao stepped onto the Flying Sword, but his attention remained fixed on Tang Hao.
At the slightest move from Tang Hao, he would detonate the Sword Intent inside Tang San and Yu Xiaogang without hesitation.
The moment Tang Hao saw Qi Dao rise on his sword, he wanted to strike. But Qi Dao's threat still rang in his ears. Instead of attacking, he flew over to Tang San's side—or rather, straight to Yu Xiaogang. He pressed a hand to Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, closed his eyes, and searched.
He immediately sensed the wisp of Sword Intent lying dormant inside Yu Xiaogang.
A savage look crossed Tang Hao's face.
Qi Dao had not gone far. If Tang Hao could remove the Sword Intent from both men, he would catch up and show Qi Dao what cruelty meant.
Of course, he did not test it on Tang San. He feared accidentally detonating