After that battle, another half month quietly passed.
During this time, Ghost Douluo had a stroke of incredible luck and finally broke through the level 95 threshold, successfully becoming one of the top-tier Douluo.
Titled Douluo all appeared to be powerful.
Yet level 95 was a threshold that barred at least seventy percent of Titled Douluo from advancing further.
Now, Ghost Douluo had already broken through to Level 96.
As long as he returned to Spirit Hall, he could be directly promoted to a worshipper.
Furthermore, with the Martial Soul Fusion Skill he shared with Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo's status would rise substantially.
He would even gain a voice in Elder Hall meetings.
According to Ghost Douluo himself, he had truly taken a trip to the gates of hell and back.
At the brink of life and death, Ghost Douluo had truly sensed his own martial soul and gained an insight into it, allowing him to break through to Level 96.
Having made such a breakthrough, Ghost Douluo was curious whether he still would not be able to withstand that strike from the Heaven Punishing Sword.
After all...
His Soul Power had doubled in full, not to mention the improvements in every other aspect.
Ghost Douluo felt that his Level 96 self could effortlessly crush his level 95 self.
With that thought in mind, Ghost Douluo went to ask Lin Ning and Lin An.
The result...
Lin An looked at Ghost Douluo with complete seriousness and silently took two steps back.
"Ghost Grandpa, let's not spar. I'm tired."
With that posture, anyone who was not an idiot could see what he meant.
Ghost Douluo helplessly pressed a hand to his forehead, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
Were you serious about that half-step backward?
Wasn't that the same as