Qian Renxue did not answer Golden Crocodile Douluo either.
Her eyes, usually as still as water, now surged with waves of disbelief.
Qian Renxue looked at Jiang Ming as though she were looking at an absurd joke.
"What happened? Say something!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo knitted his brows, his voice growing more urgent.
"Nine trials."
Qian Renxue's voice was so soft that she could barely hear it herself.
"Nine trials? Isn't that a good thing? Why do you both look so grim?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo froze, then wild joy flooded his face.
"The condition for beginning the Angel Nine Trials..."
"Kill the Evil God's successor-Jiang Ming."
The golden mark between Qian Renxue's brows pulsed faintly.
"What?"
The wild joy on Golden Crocodile Douluo's face froze.
His mouth opened as though he had not heard clearly-or could not believe that he had.
"My task is to assist."
"Assist the successor in killing the Evil God's successor, Jiang Ming."
Qian Daoliu finally spoke.
An extraordinarily complicated mix of emotions churned in his aged eyes.
Shock, absurdity, anger, and a trace of bitterness bordering on despair.
Golden Crocodile Douluo was utterly stunned.
He looked at Qian Daoliu, then at Qian Renxue, and finally at Jiang Ming.
Only after a long while did he manage to squeeze out a sentence.
"Is this some mistake? Kill Jiang Ming? Is this divine trial serious?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was full of shock.
"It looks like something has gone wrong with your god."
Jiang Ming's gaze swept between Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue.
Qian Daoliu looked terrible.
He lowered his head and stared at his hand.
That hand had just pressed against the statue, transmitting divine power and making contact with the Divine Realm.
Yet the Divine Realm had responded with a trial that meant certain death.
*How