At that moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of the Little Angel, glaring viciously at Ning Bei.
"Brat, you deserve to die. How dare you attack the Young Master?"
Ning Bei glanced at the figure before him and recognized him as Snake Lance Douluo, one of the Hengha Two Generals.
He immediately rolled his eyes.
"I've been standing right here without moving an inch. Where did you see me attack?"
Seeing that he still dared to argue, Snake Lance was instantly filled with anger.
"You—"
Before he could continue, Qian Renxue rose and brushed the dust from her body, interrupting him.
"That's enough, Spear Uncle. It has nothing to do with him. I was the one who asked her to have a Soul Battle with me."
"But—"
"There's no 'but.' Do you want me to lose face?"
"I understand, Young Master."
Qian Renxue nodded, then looked at Ning Bei with a complicated expression.
"Your battle pet has become even stronger."
Ning Bei smiled. "You can't be the only one secretly growing stronger while everyone else stays where they are, can you?"
"I won't give up. Once I become stronger, I'll come challenge you again."
Ning Bei felt baffled by the Little Angel's words. Does she have a masochistic streak? Why else would she insist on fighting me to the death?
The two returned to Heaven Dou City. After saying their goodbyes, Ning Bei set out on his journey home.
It was the same familiar deserted street. Once again, that dignified woman's voice rang out.
"You really are a monster! The last time I saw you, your Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear had only barely reached ten thousand years of cultivation. Now it possesses Fifty-Thousand-Year Cultivation. Even I would have to put in considerable effort to defeat it."
Ning Bei looked