In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

He couldn't help but ask, "Is there something else?"

"I have a sword, and I cannot draw it without satisfaction!" Sword Douluo replied calmly.

At this moment, he was filled with fighting spirit.

how many years.

His father once fought against Sen Do-ryu and was killed in the end.

Although his father felt that he died a worthy death.

However, he harbored a deep resentment that had been building up for years, and he had to get it out.

Regardless of victory or defeat.

This sword strike will inevitably be delivered.

Uh, why do I feel like Sword Douluo is even more arrogant than Dugu Bo?

"Hahaha. Chenxin, I said you have a chance to reach level 99, but that doesn't mean you're already at level 99."

Qian Daoliu laughed.

"I'll only use one sword strike!"

Swordsman repeated it.

After decades of cultivation, he finally gained the strength to challenge the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall.

This sword strike was for his father, and also for himself.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: An Unexpected Incident

accident.

The battle between Sendou-ryu and Sword Douluo was undoubtedly an earth-shattering duel in anyone's mind.

Some people have even set up small stools to sit on, just waiting to watch the other side fight for three days and three nights.

but.

The ending, however, was quite unexpected.

In everyone's memory, Chen Xin thrust out his sword straight out, without even a trace of soul power flowing through him.

Qian Daoliu met the attack with his palm, but not a trace of his soul power was visible.

After that, one person withdrew his palm and the other sheathed his sword.

They each went their separate ways.

That's it?

The Soul Masters watching the battle were completely baffled.

Gradually, the crowd dispersed.

Only Bibi Dong, along with a group of elders, stood motionless atop Wuhun City for a long time.

"Your Majesty, I wonder who won the battle between the High Priest and Sword Douluo?"

Ghost Douluo couldn't help but ask.

"Galácticos suffered a serious internal injury. Without a rare and highly effective healing treasure, it will be difficult for him to recover to his peak condition within a year."

Bibi Dong's voice was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"So, does that mean the Grand Elder won?"

“Him? Heh.” Bibi Dong suddenly laughed.

"Qian Daoliu probably can't even lift his right arm right now. He won't be able to use his full strength for a while either."

what?

It turns out to be a lose-lose situation?

The elders never expected that such a simple duel would conceal such great danger.

But what's even more shocking is Sword Douluo's strength!

Keep in mind that he's only level 97 and yet he already possesses such combat power.

When we reach level 99, will the Grand Elder still be a match?

The thought is terrifying; I dare not even imagine it.

"Instead of being shocked by Sword Douluo's strength, haven't you ever wondered how he increased his strength in the first place?"

What does this mean?

The elders were somewhat puzzled.

Bibi Dong said slowly, "First, there's Dugu Bo. Originally, the Spirit Hall's assessment of him was that he would never be able to break through level 92 in his lifetime, but now he has already broken through level 94."

Having mastered a strange toxin, he was able to fight Elder Ju, and even the demon-slaying expert was accidentally defeated by him.

"Furthermore, the possibility of Sword Douluo breaking through to level 97 was extremely slim. But now? Not only has his cultivation greatly improved, but his combat power has also skyrocketed. He's even comprehended an extremely powerful sword intent..."

Even the highest-ranking officials could not defeat him!

How similar these two people are!

Ah... The elders weren't stupid either; after Bibi Dong's guidance, they gained some understanding.

This even led me to think of more things.

Poison Douluo and Sword Douluo both come from the Heavenly Battle Sect. Originally, they were on opposing sides, but strangely, they were standing together.

What brought them together?

Don't even mention the national interest; that's impossible.

It would be good enough if Ning Fengzhi didn't use this opportunity to eliminate his rivals.

It's unusual that they're helping now.

"Elder Gui, I'll trouble you to investigate this matter in the Heavenly Battle Arena. I have a feeling that Ning Fengzhi's high-stakes acquisition of the Vast Ocean Universe Cover is related to this. It's been so long, it's time..."

It's time to give that person in the palace an answer.

"Yes." Ghost Douluo accepted the order.

"I'm tired, you may all leave."

The others dared not linger.

Once they were alone, a hint of curiosity appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes. "Mr. Lin, who exactly are you?"

She was quick to notice that Sword Douluo had mentioned the name 'Mr. Lin' in his conversation.

into the night.

Lin Yan's courtyard was brightly lit by a dozen or so luminous pearls.

There is no way.

Who can blame them when Ning Rongrong is backed by the wealthiest sect in the world?

This is the joy of money.

I have money, so I just play around.

At this moment, Lin Yan was half-reclined on a rocking chair.

Behind him, Zhu Zhuqing, dressed in a long black dress and exuding a cool and aloof goddess aura, massaged his shoulders.

As for Ning Rongrong, with her short, ear-length hair and white dress, she squatted obediently beside him, gently massaging his legs with her delicate, boneless hands.

It felt so good.

After all, he's my own apprentice; I have to be ruthless.

They're so beautiful, it's such a waste not to make them work like slaves.

Of course. If the younger generation of Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's family saw such a scene, they would definitely not be able to accept it.

Only the sound of a broken heart.

You know, she's their goddess.

But what are you doing now? Your goddess image has collapsed.

Just then.

Feeling so comfortable, Lin Yan, who was drowsy, suddenly opened her eyes wide and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, who's setting off fireworks in the Star Dou Great Forest so late at night? How romantic!"

Upon hearing this, the two women simultaneously looked up at the sky. Sure enough, bursts of colorful fireworks were blooming.

Ning Rongrong's eyes, as clear as autumn water, formed crescent shapes as she laughed carefree. "Hehe, it's quite pretty."

Suddenly, Lin Yan exclaimed softly, "Qing'er, what's wrong?"

Because of the girl behind him, he unconsciously increased the force in his hands.

"Teacher...this isn't fireworks, it's a distress signal from my family. Our clan is in trouble! Shall we go and see?"

The girl's face was full of pleading.

Lin Yan: "???"

Why make a distress signal so flashy? The colorful ones are actually quite pretty.

However, with important business at hand, Lin Yan did not hesitate and hurriedly got up.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Suddenly, he remembered something and turned to the little witch who looked eager and gave her some instructions.

"Rongrong, you stay here and watch the house."

"Ok."

Ning Rongrong pouted and reluctantly agreed.

She never disobeyed Lin Yan.