Bai He once wondered what kind of cultivation the number-one genius of the mainland actually possessed.
In his mind, given that Chen Ming was at most thirteen or fourteen years old right now, achieving a high-rank Soul Ancestor was already an extraordinary level.
Even with some incredible fortuitous encounters, the absolute limit should have been just touching the edge of a Soul King, which was already a terrifying level. Going even a bit higher was something Bai He dared not imagine, not even in his wildest dreams.
Yet previously, Chen Ming had actually fought against a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast, and even forced out that explosive skill of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast. Although Bai He had fainted from the pressure of the aura afterward and missed the subsequent part, he figured at most that other people must have intervened.
Being able to exchange blows with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast at such an age, gain the upper hand, and force the Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast to burn its life was already a terrifying feat. This battle record had surpassed the vast majority of ordinary Titled Douluo.
Was this a child? Was this someone who merely excelled in theoretical deductions?
Bai He swallowed silently. He felt that if he dared to utter a single word of dissent today, or if the Speed Clan dared to pull any petty tricks in the future, his entire family along with their ancestral graves would fly up into the sky together.
Bai He had truly seen the number-one geniuses of the mainland, and not just from a single generation.
In his youth, he had seen Tang Chen, the Clear Sky Sect master who was then in the prime of life, and had once witnessed Tang Chen use a fraction of his power.
Before Tang Chen vanished, after his