Keeping a Promise? That Was the Old Me, Not the Current Me!

Watching Qian Daoliu fall into a frenzy, Ning Fengzhi asked tentatively, "Senior, your junior will tell you everything he knows!"

"I have already told you everything about Tang San's whereabouts. Can Senior honor your promise and let us go?"

"Let you go?" Qian Daoliu's laughter cut off abruptly, and his crimson eyes swept coldly over the three of them.

"Keeping a promise? That was Qian Daoliu, the First Elder of Spirit Hall! But the old man now is just a vengeful ghost who has lost his granddaughter and has nothing left!"

"Everyone connected to Tang San! Every accomplice who murdered Xiao Xue! They will all be buried with my Xiao Xue!"

"Boom..."

With those words, Qian Daoliu erupted instantly, a hundred-meter-long golden sword radiance suddenly bursting from the Angel Holy Sword in his hand.

"No! This old madman never intended to let us go! He wants everyone connected to Tang San to be buried with her!"

"Fengzhi, run!"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong felt their eyes split to the corners, bursting forth with all their Soul Power the moment Qian Daoliu moved, throwing themselves in front of Ning Fengzhi!

"Sweet Osmanthus Youth Over a Hundred Leagues..."

"Bone Dragon Rises from the Sea, Soaring Above the Vaults of Heaven..."

"Mayflies shaking a giant tree, completely ignorant of life and death! Frogs at the bottom of a well, how could you possibly comprehend the vastness of heaven and earth or the brilliance of the sun and moon!" Qian Daoliu's figure flashed like golden lightning, arriving directly in front of Chen Xin.

"Back then, your father, Chen Jianjun, foolishly insisted on challenging the old man to measure my strength, and thus died beneath my sword!"

"Today, you are also about to die beneath my sword. Consider it a mercy from the old man, allowing the two of you to reunite in hell!"

"Slash..."

The Angel Holy Sword, carrying blazing sacred flames, pierced straight through Chen Xin's chest, leaving him no time to even release a soul skill.

The terrifying sacred flame instantly rampaged along the wound, burning Chen Xin's internal organs to ashes.

"How could it... How could it be this fast? Is this the power of invincibility in the skies?" Chen Xin lowered his head to look at the Angel Holy Sword piercing his chest, his eyes filled with shock.

He was already a Rank 97 Super Douluo, an extremely rare existence across the entire Douluo Continent.

Yet facing Qian Daoliu, a Rank 99 Peerless Douluo, he could not even trace the trajectory of the other's sword.

Just what kind of existence had his father faced back then?

"Father... Back then you died beneath Qian Daoliu's sword, and now your son has come to join you..."

Chen Xin's gaze rapidly lost its luster, his life's experiences flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern, and his entire body transformed into a charred, withered corpse within the sacred flame!

It was not that he was unable to exchange a couple of blows with a Rank 99 Peerless Douluo.

Rather, Qian Daoliu at this moment was a Qian Daoliu wielding a fraction of the Angel Holy Sword's might and a fraction of the Angel God's divine power!

"Old Swordsman..." Gu Rong shrieked hysterically, "Qian Daoliu, you beast! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Puff..."

A streak of golden light tearing through the empty sky flashed and vanished. The Angel Holy Sword swept across Gu Rong's neck, sending a massive head soaring into the air as blood sprayed like a fountain.

Qian Daoliu expressionlessly withdrew his longsword, not even glancing at the two corpses at his feet. "Locked in a life-and-death battle, yet you still linger here chanting soul skill names? Utterly foolish, courting your own death!"

A Rank 95 Titled Douluo and a Rank 97 Super Douluo, both possessing top-tier Wuhun, yet they failed to withstand even a single round in Qian Daoliu's hands!

The gap in strength between the two sides was simply too immense. The two of them were merely ordinary soul masters, while Qian Daoliu was the High Priest of the Angel God! He was also someone who had completed the Eight Angel Trials!

"Hah..." Qian Daoliu exhaled a foul breath, dense crimson flashing deep within his eyes. "Too many people have been killed. Now that I know Tang San's whereabouts, I shall head to Sea God Island next!"

"But before going to Sea God Island, there are some people and some matters that still need to be dealt with! Needs to be settled! Anyone connected to Tang San, anyone who murdered Xiao Xue, the old man will not spare a single one!"

Qian Daoliu raised his head, his gaze piercing through the distance to lock directly onto Ning Fengzhi, who was fleeing wildly in the distance.

Ning Fengzhi was merely a Rank 79 supporting Soul Saint. Even with his absolute best effort, his speed remained sluggish as a crawling tortoise before a Peerless Douluo.

Furthermore, Qian Daoliu was the Peerless Douluo acclaimed as invincible in the skies; in terms of speed, none under heaven could rival him!

"Whoosh..."

Golden light sliced through the night sky, and Qian Daoliu's figure landed directly in front of Ning Fengzhi, blocking his path.

"Ning Fengzhi, did you really think you could escape the palm of the old man's hand with that laughable speed of yours?" Qian Daoliu watched him and said.

Ning Fengzhi abruptly halted his stride, looking at the unscathed Qian Daoliu with a face ashen as death. Although he had long anticipated this, when the reality was laid bare before him, that despair choked the life out of him!

"Uncle Jian... Uncle Bone... Are they both dead?" Ning Fengzhi asked with a trembling voice.

"Dead... The old man never intended to let you leave here alive. My granddaughter is dead, and you are all implicated in it! Did you really think the old man would be kind enough to let you go?" Qian Daoliu said.

"Qian Daoliu!" Ning Fengzhi's eye sockets split open. "Why? Why must your Spirit Hall resort to such utter extermination!"

"What on earth did our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School do wrong? What did I, Ning Fengzhi, do wrong?!"

Qian Daoliu quietly looked at Ning Fengzhi. "Did something wrong? Your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School did nothing wrong, the Tiantou Imperial Family did nothing wrong, and Shrek Academy did nothing wrong."

"But my granddaughter is already dead. Right and wrong? The old man no longer has the heart to distinguish them! Everyone who murdered Xiao Xue must be buried with her! You are like this, and others are too!"

"Rest assured, the old man will kill you, and the old man will kill your daughter, letting her go down to reunite with you!"

"Qian Daoliu, Oh Qian Daoliu! At what point did Spirit Hall ever become like this? Didn't you all style yourselves as the protectors of the continent? Didn't you all style yourselves as justice? Look at Spirit Hall now—is there still any justice left?"

"When? It no longer matters. My granddaughter is dead, the Qian family is finished, and the inheritance of Spirit Hall is broken." Qian Daoliu swung the Angel Holy Sword in his hand, and a thread of blood burst open across Ning Fengzhi's throat.

"Slash..."

The Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi, stared with wide, unblinking eyes, dying with unfulfilled grievances. Right before death, he still muttered in his mouth, "Little San and the others will avenge us!"

"With their talent, they will avenge us in the future. Just wait, Qian Daoliu! Just wait for the day they return!"

Qian Daoliu withdrew his sword and looked toward the distance. "Tang San? Sea God Island? Vengeance? Ridiculous to the extreme! Even if you flee to the ends of the earth!"

"Even if Bo Saixi protects you, the old man will still tear you to pieces! If Sea God Island protects you, the old man will destroy Sea God Island!"

Qian Daoliu transformed into a streak of golden light, piercing the night sky and rapidly heading in the direction of Heaven Dou City. Since Tang San was not here, then...