"Congratulations, Chen Yuan! You've still got three years. Think you can reach Soul Douluo before the tournament in Sun Moon begins?"
Bei Bei congratulated him, looking even more excited than Chen Yuan himself. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought he was the one who had become a Soul Saint at seventeen.
"Soul Douluo? Probably. Won't we find out when the time comes?"
Chen Yuan gave an ambiguous answer.
Bei Bei thought Chen Yuan stood a very good chance of reaching Soul Douluo, a cultivation rank that had never appeared at the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament in the past ten thousand years.
Ever since Sea God Tang San had attained godhood ten thousand years ago, the age limit for the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament had dropped from twenty-five to twenty.
Anyone who could become a Soul King before twenty was a one-in-ten-thousand genius. Soul Emperors were even rarer, a Soul Saint might appear once in a thousand years, and no Soul Douluo had ever been recorded.
Reaching Soul Emperor before twenty was already incredibly difficult, let alone Soul Saint or Soul Douluo.
Moreover, the tournament was held only once every five years. There was no guarantee that you could compete at exactly twenty. You might have to enter at sixteen because you would be over the age limit by the next tournament.
Mu En was one such example. He had competed at eighteen, nearly two years shy of twenty. Had he been able to compete at twenty, he would definitely have entered as a Soul Saint.
"All right, save your conversation for later. First, let's decide how we're going to wipe out the Iron Blood Sect. We've already spent too long in Heaven Dou City, and Mu En doesn't have much