Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

"Thirty percent?" Tang Chen sneered. "You think highly of us."

He stood up, his back to Tang Xiao, his voice lowering slightly:

"You don't know, I truly experienced Qian Daoliu's strength a few years ago."

That unfathomable power, which transcends even the power of the soul, still sends shivers down my spine when I think about it.

"And in that battle, I lost..."

"What!" Tang Xiao exclaimed in shock, his eyes widening in disbelief.

His grandfather was the strongest person on the continent, how could he possibly lose to Qian Daoliu?

"That's the truth. Qian Daoliu didn't use his full strength before, which is why I was able to defeat him."

He sighed:

"And now, besides me, what other top-tier combat power does the Haotian Sect have?"

Your father is already devastated because of Hao'er's situation, and the highest level of the elders is only Soul Douluo.

Although you have assumed the position of sect leader, you are only at level 85. The other disciples are even less advanced.

If war really breaks out, our chances of winning are less than 10%.

By then, let alone revenge, we probably won't even be able to preserve the sect's legacy.

Tang Xiao lowered his head, remained silent, and clenched his fists tightly.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his head and said urgently:

"Grandpa, so you mean...we're not going to take revenge?"

A fierce glint flashed in Tang Chen's eyes: "Tang Hao is my grandson! If he really dies at Su Mo's hands, how can I, Tang Chen, have the face to call myself Haotian Douluo if I don't avenge this?"

Then, he changed the subject: "But our strength alone is indeed not enough. How about this, you can agree to Ning Fengzhi's alliance."

However, my Haotian Sect is the number one sect in the world, how can we be subordinate to others?

Go tell Ning Fengzhi that an alliance is possible, but the position of alliance leader must be held by someone from the Haotian Sect.

If he agrees, the matter will be settled; if he doesn't agree, then there's no point in discussing it.

"Yes, grandson understands." Tang Xiao nodded in response.

Tang Chen nodded slightly and said, "I need to go out for a while. You can handle the alliance matter yourself."

Tang Xiao's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition welled up in his mind: "Grandpa, are you going to Wuhun City...?"

"You don't need to worry about this." Tang Chen waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "I know what I'm doing."

"But Grandpa..."

Tang Xiao wanted to say something more, but Tang Chen silenced him with a look.

"Your task now is to manage the sect well; other matters are not your concern."

Before Tang Xiao could say anything more, his figure vanished silently into the quiet courtyard like a ghost.

Tang Xiao stood there, staring at the empty courtyard, motionless for a long time.

He didn't know whether his grandfather was going to investigate Tang Hao's death or to settle scores with the Spirit Hall.

After a long while, Tang Xiao took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

He also needs to convene a meeting to discuss today's events, inform the sect elders, and then reply to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as soon as possible.

Chapter 154 Tang Chen questions Qian Daoliu

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Inside the main hall, several elders sat cross-legged, each immersed in meditation.

Suddenly, Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his eyes wide.

He suddenly stood up, his gaze sharp as lightning, and stared straight at Qian Daoliu, who was kneeling before the statue of the angel.

Almost at the same instant, Qian Daoliu also opened his eyes and stood up.

"Big brother, Tang Chen is here," Golden Crocodile Douluo said in a deep voice.

Both of them are now peerless Douluo at level 99, and their spiritual perception has already covered an extremely wide area.

Upon hearing Jin E's words, the other worshippers were also startled from their meditation, stood up and looked over, their expressions varying.

"Tang Chen?" The Demon-Slaying Douluo raised an eyebrow. "Why has he suddenly come at this time?"

Could it be... that he's here to seek revenge on Xiao Mo because of what happened to Tang Hao?

But... that shouldn't be the case. Several years have passed, and they still haven't noticed.

"Xiao Mo only told us about this not long ago, how did the Haotian Sect find out so quickly?"

The group looked at each other, wondering if they had leaked the secret.

"It shouldn't be." Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly. "Although Tang Chen is impulsive in his actions, he is not a reckless brute without reason."

He was defeated by me in our last sparring session. If he's truly here for revenge, he should know that he won't fare well against the Spirit Hall alone.

"Brother, why don't we join forces and keep him here!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo was filled with fighting spirit, his soul power surging.

He had just become a peerless Douluo and had also condensed his soul core, so he was eager for a suitable opponent to test his strength.

Tang Chen is undoubtedly the best candidate.

Qian Daoliu shook his head and said, "Second brother, calm down."

If Tang Chen is determined to leave, we cannot stop him.

Moreover, the Spirit Hall's plan to unify the continent has only just begun, and it would be unwise to completely break ties with the Clear Sky Sect at this time.

It is not advisable to act rashly before clarifying Tang Chen's true intentions.

"Let me go and meet him first."

"Alright." Golden Crocodile Douluo suppressed his fighting spirit and replied in a deep voice.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.

The next moment, his figure disappeared into the offering hall.

After a while.

Above Wuhun City, high in the clouds.

The fierce wind was as sharp as a knife, howling and surging in from all directions.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed.

His long robe was spotless, his long golden hair fluttered in the fierce wind, and his deep eyes gazed into the distance.

Suddenly, a black streak of light tore through the sky in the distance, arriving in the blink of an eye and stopping several dozen feet away from Qian Daoliu.

The two faced each other from a distance, their invisible auras already colliding silently in the air.

"Tang Chen, it's been many years," Qian Daoliu spoke first. "What brings you here so suddenly today?"

Tang Chen said in a deep voice, "Qian Daoliu, let that kid Su Mo come out. I need to ask him some questions."

Qian Daoliu's heart stirred.

Could the news have really leaked?

Only the Pope and a few priests knew about this, so how could they possibly have leaked it?

But he didn't have time to think about it.

He suppressed his doubts and shook his head: "Xiao Mo is not in Wuhun City."

"Not here?" A cold glint flashed in Tang Chen's eyes. "Qian Daoliu, are you trying to trick me?"

Qian Daoliu's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "He happened to be out yesterday and won't be back for a while. Believe it or not."

Tang Chen stared intently at Qian Daoliu.

But Qian Daoliu's expression remained calm and composed, showing no trace of lying.

Tang Chen snorted coldly, then changed the subject: "Then let me ask you, about five years ago, did he go to the City of Slaughter?"

The atmosphere froze instantly upon hearing those words.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu immediately understood.

It was indeed about Tang Hao.

"I've been there," Qian Daoliu readily admitted.

In any case, neither the Spirit Hall nor Su Mo need to fear Tang Chen now.

Moreover, since Tang Chen had already asked about this, he already had the answer in his heart.

Even if he denies it, Tang Chen will not let it go. After all, once the seed of doubt is planted, it will take root and sprout, and it is difficult to eradicate.

"What? He really went there? Then was Hao'er's death really his doing?" Tang Chen suppressed his anger and questioned sharply.

Qian Daoliu remained calm and said, "Tang Chen, I have heard about your grandson Tang Hao's death in the City of Slaughter, and I feel deeply sorry for him."

But there are countless Soul Masters in the world, and countless others have ventured into such dangerous places.

What evidence do you have to prove that Tang Hao's death is related to my Holy Son?

"Qian Daoliu, don't play dumb with me! Everyone in the world knows that Su Mo and Hao'er formed a feud in the Heaven Dou Arena back then!"

If they meet in the City of Slaughter, will Su Mo let Hao'er go?

Qian Daoliu's expression remained calm as he said indifferently:

"Tang Chen, what you're saying is just your speculation. Just because Su Mo went there and there was some friction between them, does that mean Tang Hao's death should be blamed on him? That's far-fetched."

"You..." Tang Chen's face turned ashen.

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly: "I know you are heartbroken over your grandson's death."

But you cannot slander my Holy Son just because you have doubts in your heart!