"Hahaha, Tang Chen, I never thought we would meet again like this."
Faced with Tang Chen's fierce assault, Qian Daoliu was clearly struggling.
In the past, as long as he did not clash head-on with Tang Chen on the ground, he would not fall behind.
But now, he could feel that Tang Chen was considerably stronger than him. Those heavy, powerful attacks left him with a faint sense that he could not withstand them.
"Qian Daoliu, for the sake of our old rivalry, I won't kill you if you surrender. How about it?"
Tang Chen held the Asura Sword off to one side and looked contemptuously at Qian Daoliu.
"We can share the continent then. Spirit Hall will still be Spirit Hall, and you will remain its Great Enshrined."
Qian Daoliu sneered. "Even if I die on the battlefield, I will never associate with Evil Soul Masters."
Tang Chen's expression darkened. Although Qian Daoliu was right, he still felt that his dignity had been deeply insulted.
He could do what Evil Soul Masters did, but others were not allowed to call him one.
"Then let me send you to your grave."
Golden and red Soul Power collided relentlessly, the shock waves from their battle continually destroying the surrounding buildings.
The battle between Tang Hao and Bibi Dong was equally brutal. Although the current Bibi Dong was the Rakshasa God in disguise, she still could not unleash power beyond that of a Limit Douluo.
Facing Tang Hao, who had devoured several Titled Douluos and wielded a Divine Artifact, the Rakshasa God actually failed to gain the slightest advantage.
"Tang Hao, you're nothing but a beast! You don't deserve to be one of our Clear Sky Sect!"
In the distance, the Seventh Elder berated Tang Hao as he cleared out Evil Soul