After saying goodbye to Dugu Bo, Ning Bei rushed to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
"Little Snow, my Eighth Trial might have to trouble your grandfather again."
"Huh?"
Ning Bei's direct approach left Qian Renxue stunned for a moment. Then her eyes lit up, and she asked:
"What's the content of the trial? Do you need to use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"
Looking at the expression on her face, Ning Bei was speechless. I'm going to beat up your grandfather. Why are you so excited?
And she even looked as if she wanted to take part. Did this grandfather and granddaughter have some kind of grudge? If so, the Qian Family was really interesting—grandfather and granddaughter at odds all day, father and son at odds, husband and wife at odds, mother and daughter at odds.
"It seems I can't borrow the power of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill. The trial announcement was very clear: independently defeat two Limit Douluo."
Hearing her man say he could not use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, a trace of disappointment flashed through Little Angel's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep shock.
"Limit Douluo? And two of them? That's impossible, isn't it?"
As the granddaughter of a Limit Douluo, Qian Renxue had some understanding of her grandfather's strength. Just like the way the two of them had defeated all the worship elders last time, her grandfather could do the same.
Seeing his woman worry about him, Ning Bei smiled knowingly.
"What? No confidence in me?"
"But that's understandable. If it were before, I really wouldn't have had much chance of winning. But now? That might not be certain."
Hearing him say that, Qian Renxue understood even less. Was there something different about him now?
The corners of Ning Bei's mouth curved upward.