"Damn it! I never expected little Fu Hua to have hidden herself so deeply." Zhao Wuji patted his bald head in lingering fear.
Even without going all out, Fu Hua could fight a Battle Soul Saint with the strength of a level-thirty Soul Grandmaster. What if she did go all out? Wouldn't that make her a Battle Soul Douluo?
Moreover, Fu Hua had been constantly growing. No one could guarantee that she would remain where she was. That was the truly terrifying part.
"Xiao Gang, after saying all that, you still haven't told us who Fu Hua really is."
Aside from her shock, Liu Erlong was also puzzled. After all, she had never seen Fu Hua herself, so she naturally was not as shaken as the others.
"I think the only person in this world capable of teaching such an outstanding disciple is that person. Besides, both of them are so powerful—powerful beyond reason." Xiao Gang had been beating around the bush since he arrived.
"That person? Xiao Gang, you can't mean that person from thirty years ago, can you?!" Flender trembled.
Seeing Master nod, he could only feel profound shock. Someone that powerful thirty years ago—just how powerful would she be thirty years later?
"Neither arrogant nor impetuous, steady and reserved, rigid but not inflexible. She must be the kind of disciple every teacher would choose first!"
Master's final words were directed at Liu Erlong, indirectly answering the doubts in her heart.
"If that's the case, why didn't she come with you?"
"Teacher Erlong, you don't know this, but things were fine when we first entered the soul fighting tournament. Then Spirit Hall suddenly showed up. Who knows what madness took them, but they actually sent a Titled Douluo. Fu Hua left alone so we wouldn't be implicated," Ning