Behind Shen Bei, a beast-shaped phantom flickered in and out of view.
Shen Bei's Martial Soul was called the Ice Sword Mad Lion, a high-grade ice-attribute beast Martial Soul specialized in powerful attacks.
His Innate Soul Power was also at level seven. Though he did not rank among the top geniuses, in Douluo I, he could absolutely still be called a genius.
That was why Shen Bei had been able to reach Soul Saint around the age of forty.
Such cultivation at that age was certainly nothing to a monster like Luo Li, but across the entire continent, he was undoubtedly a genius worthy of recognition.
After all, in the original work, Qin Ming had been praised as the continent's second-youngest Soul Emperor when he reached that realm in his thirties, earning the attention of Heaven Dou Royal Academy's three education committee members.
However, Shen Bei had spent all these years following Luo Li in campaigns across the east and west, never taking part in any of the continent's well-known competitions. That was why his reputation remained obscure in the public eye.
Only the title Ice Fury Lion King was renowned within military circles.
Behind Shen Bei, the phantom gradually began to change at an almost imperceptible pace.
Luo Li set down the feather pen in his hand and observed Shen Bei's transformation.
Clearly, the Immortal Herb was causing his Martial Soul to begin changing.
He looked forward to seeing whether, with the Immortal Herb's help, Shen Bei's Martial Soul could completely enter the ranks of top-tier Martial Souls.
Time passed second by second.
Shen Bei, who had shown no reaction until then, suddenly furrowed his brow tightly, and his aura abruptly drew inward.
The next moment—
Shen Bei threw back his head and roared. His aura instantly surged outward