The night was dark, dark with silence, dark with dread.
At some point, dark clouds had veiled the moon. The surroundings were utterly still, without the slightest noise. The air beneath the night sky was icy cold.
To think Teacher actually went to the Elder Hall to see Qian Daoliu for my sake! Su Chen was deeply moved, a warm current flowing through his heart.
As he walked along the path, Su Chen's brows suddenly creased. After another dozen meters, he was certain that murderous intent lurked in the darkness.
Ever since the nine-colored light had cleansed his marrow and refined his body, Su Chen's perception had become extraordinarily keen.
Someone wants to kill me along the way?
Could it be someone from the Elder Hall?
After all, Su Chen had come here at Qian Daoliu's summons. Only the elders of the Elder Hall knew he would take this path.
The moment that thought surfaced, Su Chen dismissed it. If Qian Daoliu wanted him dead, there was no need to give him an antidote pill. Or he could simply have tampered with the pill. There was no reason to make such an unnecessary move.
Could it be Teacher?
Bibi Dong's face surfaced in Su Chen's mind.
Familiar with Douluo's storyline, Su Chen knew that Bibi Dong wanted more than to unite this continent. Deep down, she wanted to destroy everything she hated.
Whoosh!
As Su Chen walked on, he suddenly sensed a fierce gust behind him, striking toward his spine.
Acting entirely on reflex, Su Chen instinctively stamped down hard. Soul power surged into the sole of his foot, and a fleeting shadow brushed past him. A black dagger still sliced through his clothes, leaving a shallow wound on his arm. Blood flowed freely.
"A Soul Saint?"
Su Chen's brows