"Seventy... level 77?!"
Hearing this, Magic Bear Douluo's massive body trembled violently, his eyes widening into circles.
He remembered clearly that when the Saint Child had followed the Pope into Death Canyon a little over half a year ago, his cultivation had not even reached level seventy, right?!
In less than eight short months,
His Highness had advanced at least eight levels in a row?!
This was simply insane!
"Your Highness, Your Highness's talent... truly surpasses all throughout history!"
Magic Bear Douluo looked at Ye Tian. After holding it in for a long while, he finally managed to force out those words, his tone filled with shock and emotion.
After cultivating for barely over ten years,
He had already reached the realm of a level 77 Spirit Saint.
Magic Bear Douluo could already imagine the future scene of Spirit Hall's three Peerless Douluo standing shoulder to shoulder and ruling the continent!
Perhaps even four Peerless Douluo!
Magic Bear Douluo thought of a genius whom the Worship Hall had always kept hidden...
"Elder Magic Bear, you flatter me. It was merely luck."
Ye Tian smiled modestly.
Even Ye Tian himself was not entirely sure of his current combat strength...
Other than using it for pill refining,
He had never gone all out with the other use of his Martial Soul Avatar...
In short,
With the boosts from his domain, Soul Core, Innate Body, and the various abilities within his body,
Even without using the Phantom Heaven Pill to copy Martial Souls,
His combat strength was absolutely not to be underestimated. He could completely fight ordinary Titled Douluo. As for Super Douluo, perhaps he would need to use his Martial Soul Avatar to create pills with astonishing effects...
Whether he could win was another matter,
But at the very least, even a