"Your Highness, you really kept me in the dark."
"I never expected Xiao Xuan to already possess the strength of a Soul Elder."
"No wonder he refused the one-on-one challenge earlier."
"If Yu Tianheng faced such a little monster alone, he'd probably be instantly defeated."
In the spectator stands, Ning Fengzhi sucked in a cold breath.
Usually calm and unruffled, even he could no longer remain composed.
Seven years old, with thirty-two levels of Soul Power.
Looking across the entire continent, it seemed no one had ever achieved such a feat.
Not to mention that he possessed the Three Lives Martial Soul, something equally unprecedented.
"What a pity, truly a pity."
"I heard Xiao Xuan came from a small city on the empire's frontier."
"If we had discovered such a genius before Spirit Hall did, then we would have..."
"Sigh, it's too late to say anything now."
Ning Fengzhi secretly regretted it, still weighing his options.
Although eliminating a threat at its roots and killing a genius they could not obtain was the simplest and most straightforward approach.
Even a fool knew that Spirit Hall could not possibly leave such a peerless talent unprotected. There might even be a Titled Douluo guarding him in secret.
Unless they were prepared to tear off all pretense, they absolutely could not act rashly.
That left only one option: win his favor.
He had heard that His Highness had met Xiao Xuan before and invited him here to observe and learn.
Previously, Ning Fengzhi had thought there was no great need for it.
But now, he could not help but sigh.
This prince before him truly deserved to be called the empire's finest heir. He had considered matters even further ahead than Ning Fengzhi himself.
As he thought this, his gaze naturally shifted over.