"It seems this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is the real reason Spirit Hall has been hunting Tang Hao, and the main reason the Clear Sky Sect withdrew from the world."
Ning Fengzhi looked in the direction Tang Hao had left, his eyes flickering as he pieced together some of the truth.
"Sect Master, carry on without me. My battle with Tang Hao just now gave me some insights. I need to go into seclusion for two days."
Sword Douluo suddenly spoke.
Only after Sword Douluo disappeared did Bone Douluo reveal a deeply worried expression.
"Judging by that coward's condition, it shouldn't be long before he completely masters this Self-Created Soul Skill. I'm afraid he won't be able to restrain himself then, and will challenge that person in Spirit Hall to a contest of swords..."
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly too. "His father's death had a profound effect on Uncle Jian. We all know that challenging that person in Spirit Hall is his lifelong ambition.
"Before, Uncle Jian thought he had no hope and had already given up. But the Little Shop's appearance has greatly increased his strength. It's hard to keep that ambition from rising from the ashes."
But that person had stood at the pinnacle for so long. Could he truly be shaken?
Even Ning Fengzhi had no confidence.
"We'll help Sword Grandpa, won't we?" Ning Rongrong asked, blinking her large eyes.
Ning Fengzhi smiled and ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair, answering earnestly, "Of course."
Meanwhile.
In an alley not far away, Tang Hao finally lost his hold on himself. Bracing himself against the wall, he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
Sword Douluo's sword strike had been absurdly powerful...
A short while later.
He leaned his back against the wall and slowly slid down into a sitting