A Soul Douluo?
He was a Soul Douluo!!
And a level eighty-eight Soul Douluo at that?
Zhao Wuji was completely dumbfounded, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Even Flender, who was watching from the side, was stunned silly by Lin An's words.
A level eighty-eight Soul Douluo!
What did that mean?
It meant that, at most five years from now, this six-year-old boy before them would become one of the most powerful Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent.
What a monster!!
No, this was beyond what talent could explain, wasn't it?
Were you God Reincarnated or something?
Or were you born with Innate Full Soul Power at level eighty?
A six-year-old boy casually claiming to be a level eighty-eight Soul Douluo—if you were a Soul Douluo, then what were people like us, who had spent so many years cultivating and were still only Soul Saints?
Trash?
But!
Zhao Wuji refused to believe it!
Hmph, how could he, the Immovable Ming King, possibly be trash!
Besides, how could there possibly be a six-year-old Soul Douluo in this world?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
While everyone was still stunned.
Lin An smiled as he waved the Sword Martial Soul in his hand and shouted.
"Uncle, tell me if you can't take it anymore!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin An flashed forward, charging fiercely at Zhao Wuji with his little sword in hand.
Zhao Wuji also wanted to test him. His third purple soul ring instantly lit up and rapidly expanded.
In an instant, a surge of Soul Power poured into the ground, and the Gravity in this area increased severalfold.
Even Dai Mubai in the distance was affected. He nearly lost his footing and collapsed to the ground.
However...
Lin An was not affected in the slightest. He did not slow down and