"Qian Daoliu's strength didn't seem quite as... weak as Grandfather said."
Watching from the sidelines, Tang Hao's heart rose into his throat.
On the way here, Tang Chen had gone on and on about how inferior Qian Daoliu was to him.
He had given Tang Hao the impression that hammering Qian Daoliu would be as easy as beating his own children.
But there was still quite a gap between ideal and reality.
The hammering was proving very strenuous.
There were even signs that he might end up being hammered instead...
Boom!
Just then, an enormous crash rang out like thunder.
Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu reappeared before everyone's eyes.
The two faced each other across the sky!
"Grandfather."
Tang Hao called softly, unconsciously clutching the hem of his clothes in his nervousness.
He soon realized how undignified that looked and hurriedly let go.
He could hardly help worrying. Although Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu appeared evenly matched, each holding his own, he could sense that Tang Chen was at a disadvantage.
Tang Chen was simply doing his utmost to restrain himself and keep his weakness from showing.
"Why don't we withdraw for now and plan our next move carefully?"
Tang Hao secretly spoke to Tang Chen through Sound Transmission.
"Withdraw? Why would we leave?"
"We Clear Sky Sect Disciples either refuse to fight or give it everything we have!"
Tang Chen instinctively glanced at Tang Hao. His somewhat irritated voice immediately rang out in Tang Hao's mind.
Hearing that, Tang Hao shrank back and dared not say another word.
But the ancestor really was domineering...
"Qian Daoliu's strength has indeed exceeded my expectations a little, but that's all."
"Still, it's nothing surprising when you think about it. Decades have passed; even a pig would have improved by now. Qian Daoliu