[At the sight of the arrivals, your back abruptly stiffened, every hair on your body stood on end, and you almost instinctively wanted to flee.]
[Several years had passed, and Qian Renxue's aura had grown several times sharper, its edge held in check. Clearly, she had entered the ranks of Titled Douluo. With your current foundations, you had every confidence that you could fight her.]
[The one who truly put you on guard as though facing a formidable enemy was the man beside her-Qian Daoliu, one of only three Limit Douluo remaining in the world.]
[Against a powerhouse of this caliber, you had no means of holding your own.]
[But neither did you resign yourself to death.]
[Myriad Forms Mimicry instantly formed a pair of wings, while the Blue Silver Dragon-Devouring Spear silently took shape in your palm. Its tip trembled slightly, every nerve in your body stretched to its limit.]
[Fortunately, the arrivals were friends, not enemies.]
[Qian Daoliu did not attack. He showed not even a trace of hostility.]
[He merely brought Qian Renxue to a stop a short distance from you, and then they both bowed deeply to you.]
[You froze for a moment, checked your spear, and felt bewildered.]
[Qian Daoliu slowly straightened and explained why they had come.]
[It turned out that on the day you fought Qian Renxue, he and Chrysanthemum Douluo had remained hidden nearby, watching everything clearly from beginning to end.]
[He already knew your entire past, and he had also seen your character for himself.]
[Your words about the First-Generation Angel God had resounded like great bronze bells, deeply moving this old man who had spent his whole life guarding the Angel God.]
[As for Qian Renxue, she had always been proud. Defeat at your hands had already made her pay