What Strange Disease Could Kill a Peerless Douluo? What Kind of Disease Was That Powerful?!

Looking at this Great-Great-Grandfather, who lavished them with praise without reserve and even smiled broadly enough to show his back teeth,

gradually, Qian Renxue realized that their Great-Great-Grandfather did not seem so terrifying after all.

He merely looked rugged, was somewhat violent toward Great-Grandfather and Uncle-Grandfather, but was exceptionally kind and amiable toward the siblings.

A smile hung on Qian Yanyan's face, but when his peripheral vision caught sight of his two biological sons playing dead on the ground some distance away, his expression immediately turned cold.

"You two... how much longer do you plan to lie in that pit?!"

Qian Yanyan snapped irritably, "What, then? Could one casual slap from me really knock a dignified Peerless Douluo unconscious? Since when did I become so powerful? Get your asses over here already!"

"Hehe~"

Upon hearing their father speak, Qian Wuji performed a graceful kip-up and sprang directly off the ground, casually dusting himself off.

Qian Wushuang followed right behind him, getting to his feet sheepishly and rubbing his slightly numb old face.

The two obediently walked up to Qian Yanyan.

"Dad, you should be over it by now, right?" Qian Wuji sidled over with a cheeky grin.

"Hmph!" Qian Yanyan could not be bothered to look at his gaudy outfit. Folding his arms across his chest, he said, "Stop grinning like an idiot in front of me!"

"Tell me. After I died, how did you two... die?!"

Although he had only just awakened, he could sense the mysterious mark deep within his soul.

The feeling was exactly the same as after brothers Qian Wushuang and Qian Wuji had been revived. Without a doubt, it was the mark left behind after being resurrected by his great-grandson's freakish Martial Soul ability.

This meant that, to a certain extent, everything they did after