Of the three, Tang Chen had once been the most likely to become a god. Yet decades had passed,
and he was still struggling in Slaughter City.
Those years were among the best of his life, and also among his greatest regrets.
"Grandfather, what are you thinking about?"
Qian Renxue's voice pulled Qian Daoliu from his memories.
She stood at the terrace entrance, her long golden hair stirring in the evening breeze. Curiosity and concern mingled in her violet eyes.
"Just remembering some things from the past."
Qian Daoliu drew back his gaze and turned to his granddaughter. The nostalgia in his eyes slowly faded, and he became once more the Peerless Douluo, steady as a mountain.
"Bibi Dong will attack Slaughter City next, won't she?"
"Just as you expected, Grandfather."
Qian Renxue stepped beside him and looked toward the Papal Palace.
"But Bibi Dong plans to cut off Slaughter City's food supply for a month before making her move.
Slaughter City lies deep underground, and all its food comes from outside. Cut off the supply lines, and hunger will weaken the fallen.
Then the attack will cost far fewer lives.
Slaughter City is full of ruthless killers. They're hard to deal with, but after a month without food, even the fiercest wolves will be too weak to stand."
"True. But the sacred power of our Angel Clan is especially effective against the fallen and their murderous aura. That battle will be your chance to shine."
Qian Daoliu turned to his granddaughter, his aged eyes full of hope and pride.
Xue'er's Eight-Winged Angel had already surpassed the Ancestral God in rank. Wherever its sacred light shone,
the fallen's Slaughter Domain would crumble like snow beneath a blazing sun.
After speaking with her grandfather, Qian Renxue left the Worship Hall
and