"Heh! How ridiculous." Qian Renxue sneered at Tang Hao, then turned her gaze to Qin Xuan. "Teacher, now that there's nothing left to worry about, why not let me kill him? I can avenge my father while I'm at it."
"Go ahead. But spare his life for now. He's still of some use to us." Qin Xuan smiled.
Qian Renxue nodded slightly. With a flick of her right hand, golden light surged in her palm as she summoned the Holy Sword. The blade scraped against the floor of the VIP platform, sending up a trail of sparks as she slowly approached Tang Hao with a cold smile.
The rest of Spirit Hall's people watched Tang Hao with mocking expressions.
"Damn it." Tang San recognized this as Qian Renxue's fixed fifth Soul Ring skill, Holy Sword. Ignoring everything else, he immediately tried to drag the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Soul Master Guild into this, shouting anxiously, "Uncle Ning, President Dongjun, if not now, when will you make your move?"
That brat. Ning Fengzhi felt rather stifled, suddenly sensing that he had been set up. After exchanging a glance with Yan Fei and seeing her nod, he immediately summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to support Sword Douluo while shouting, "Uncle Sword, attack!"
Sword Douluo had long been prepared. He raised his right hand in a sword gesture above his head as two yellow, two purple, and five black Soul Rings appeared around him. "Eighth Soul Skill—Seven Killings Thunderclap, Sword Shattering the Firmament!"
The eighth Soul Ring suddenly lit up. A cyan whirlwind emerged around Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, carrying them into the sky.
Countless sword phantoms appeared around them.
"Go!" With Sword Douluo's furious roar, the countless sword phantoms converged into a hundred-meter-long Seven Killings Sword