"Ahem, well, that's a bit complicated to explain. Anyway, rest assured that all these people are absolutely loyal to me!"
Qian Xunzong couldn't exactly tell them he had a system that let him check in for rewards, could he?
"Little brother, how many experts do you actually have? Come on, show your big brother your cards." Qian Xunji leaned close to Qian Xunzong's ear and whispered.
Qian Daoliu also pricked up his ears in curiosity.
"Uh, how should I put it? In terms of overall combat strength, about the same as Grandpa's Worship Hall," Qian Xunzong said tactfully.
In truth, Li Chungang alone could probably hold his own against all seven Enshrined working together. After all, his title of Sword God wasn't just for show.
Add Mo Hengchuan, along with Chen Jianjun and Ma Mingshan empowered by their Divine Seal Thrones—three fighters with Limit Douluo-level strength—and never mind the Worship Hall, even the entire Spirit Hall would be no match for them.
And that wasn't even counting the other Titled Douluos and several hundred Soul Sages.
"What?! About the same as the Worship Hall?!" Qian Xunji cried out in shock.
Qian Daoliu, who had been listening in, couldn't help being astonished either. The Worship Hall housed Spirit Hall's strongest fighters. Every one of its seven Enshrined was a Super Douluo of rank ninety-six or higher.
Yet in just a few years, Qian Xunzong had built a faction whose top-level combat strength rivaled the Worship Hall's!
Was this really my fucking son?!
"Heavens, I honestly have no idea how you pulled it off, little brother!" Qian Xunji shook his head with a wry smile.
Qian Xunzong hadn't hidden too much from them. They were his family, after all; there was no need to keep everything secret.
"Oh, it was nothing. Anyway,