Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and braced himself on the Angel Holy Sword. He barely managed to raise his head and look at Qian Renxue in her dark counterpart's arms.
His granddaughter's gaze was hollow. She was still murmuring something.
Her Seraphim Martial Soul flickered, its golden light being swallowed bit by bit by darkness.
"Please... let her go."
Dark Qian Daoliu tilted his head. "What did you say?"
"Let her go."
Qian Daoliu lowered the Angel Holy Sword and slowly dropped to both knees.
"I'll give you anything you want. Spirit Hall, my Divinity, everything I have—even my life. Just let him... let her go."
Dark Qian Daoliu watched him in silence for a moment.
Then he laughed.
He raised his black Angel Holy Sword and pointed its tip at Qian Daoliu's brow.
"Qian Daoliu, you've lived for over a hundred years. A level 99 Peerless Douluo, invincible in the skies. Do you know what your greatest problem is?"
Qian Daoliu said nothing.
"You've never thought you had a problem."
"Bibi Dong devoured your son's soul. She killed your son, and you swallowed it."
"Not only did you swallow it, you even told Qian Renxue to understand her and try to win her favor."
"You took Bibi Dong's side when you spoke to your granddaughter. You said, 'Your mother has her reasons too.'"
"Your son died, and you spoke up for his killer."
Qian Daoliu trembled slightly.
"You knew perfectly well Bibi Dong was a traitor."
Dark Qian Daoliu's voice grew colder.
"She stole Spirit Hall's core secrets, leaked the secrets of the Angel Clan's Martial Soul, and handed information about the Spirit Bone set to outsiders. You knew all of it! But you tolerated her."
"She was a monstrous talent with Twin Martial Souls."
"You wanted Bibi Dong