Li Han began his performance.
To become such a peerless genius, most people would surely be willing even if it meant becoming enemies with Spirit Hall.
A fifteen-year-old with the combat strength of a level ninety-six Titled Douluo-who could imagine such a thing?
No one!
The spectators whispered among themselves.
"Exactly. If I were Li Feiyu, why would I even enter the Soul Master Tournament?
Would a mighty Titled Douluo really have nothing better to do?"
"Right. Isn't this just an old man toying with children?
I bet Li Feiyu isn't some youth at all, but an old monster!"
"That makes sense!
If he became a Titled Douluo at fifteen, wouldn't that mean all our years of living had gone to the dogs?"
"Exactly! A genius like Clear Sky Douluo only comes along once in a thousand years. Another Titled Douluo, and at fifteen? That's just too much."
For a time, no one believed that Li Feiyu was Li Han.
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Mei Ning, and the others who knew the truth broke into a cold sweat for Li Han.
If he was exposed now, there would likely be serious trouble.
Hu Liena looked at Li Han in astonishment. She had already fully believed Yan's words.
She knew Yan well. His fixation on Li Feiyu had reached an almost inconceivable degree.
There was absolutely no way Yan could mistake him for someone else.
"He's that peerless genius? The terrifying figure who took Elder Ju and Elder Ghost away?"
Hu Liena truly found it hard to believe.
Someone several years younger than her already possessed such extraordinary power.
Just what kind of person was he?
With the spectators so agitated, Bibi Dong found herself riding a tiger she could not dismount. She could only turn to Yan.
"Yan! What else