As Qian Daoliu watched the murderer of his son die before his eyes, he felt no joy.
"Lin Feng, you've cleared your name, and your feud with Bibi Dong is settled. Why don't we leave it at that?"
Lin Feng's expression turned cold. "Not a chance!"
"When you drove me into a corner, why didn't you say we should leave it at that?"
"If I hadn't had a stroke of luck—the system—I might have died in some dark corner long ago, with my Soul Power and Soul Rings stripped away."
"If you'd spoken one word in fairness back then, I would never have hounded you like this."
"Qian Daoliu, people have to answer for the decisions they make. You're no child. How can you not understand something so simple?"
Qian Daoliu's face changed. He stared hard at Lin Feng and barked:
"Then what exactly do you want?"
"Do you mean to wipe out Spirit Hall entirely?"
Lin Feng activated Martial Soul Possession. A pair of multicolored wings spread behind him, indigo shadow framed his eyes, and his long, multicolored hair flowed loose.
Nine Soul Rings—five black, three red, and one gold—unleashed a surging pressure of Soul Power. It weighed so heavily on everyone that they bent at the waist without realizing it.
"I won't go so far as to destroy Spirit Hall. But I don't intend to spare a single one of you Elders and enshrined who stood by and did nothing for me back then."
"We were all top-tier fighters who dominated our eras. Enough dithering. If you're a man, come at me with steel in hand."
Qian Daoliu's expression shifted, but at last his brow smoothed. He was a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, with the pride of a mighty fighter.
Lin Feng had made his position clear. If