Spirit Hall!
Qian Daoliu returned from outside with a furrowed brow and a worried expression, landing in Spirit Hall's plaza.
He had just visited Xilu City and seen the ruins left behind by Lin Feng and Tang Chen's battle.
He sighed again and again, his face clouded with worry and his heart filled with regret.
How did things get to this point?
Old Tang, oh, Old Tang. Even you died at Lin Feng's hands. At least you showed me what would happen. I absolutely won't provoke Lin Feng lightly. He's on an entirely different level now.
Just a few months ago, Ji'er destroyed Lin Feng's Soul Power and Soul Rings and drove him out of Spirit Hall. Normally, someone whose Soul Power and Soul Rings have been destroyed has almost no chance of recovering.
Yet Lin Feng first restored his Soul Power, then hunted for new Soul Rings, all of them over ten thousand years old.
And now look at him. He's even become a Peerless Douluo. According to numerous eyewitnesses, his Soul Ring configuration is five black, three red, and one gold. There's even a golden Million-Year Soul Ring among them.
The Temple Knights on either side all bowed in greeting when they saw Qian Daoliu.
Normally, Qian Daoliu would have been in the mood to respond with a smile.
But now, he was so worried he could almost tear his hair out. He had no inclination to speak.
Seriously? How did he do it? Even if a deity chose him to inherit their divine position, he shouldn't have improved this quickly!
It took me over a decade to pass the Angel God's eight red-level trials and become her Divine Servant.
*Something's wrong with Lin Feng. Something is very, very wrong. Going from nothing to a Peerless Douluo in