Tai Long stared wide-eyed at the two people locked in fierce battle before him.
"So strong! Someone could actually fight Dean Liu to this extent.
Even my dad couldn't do that.
Although this person was wearing a mask and his true face couldn't be seen, he sounded very young—probably only a few years older than me. Yet he could achieve this much.
Is this what a true genius is?"
Tai Long watched Li Han's heroic bearing with a wave of envy.
He had no idea when he would possess such skill himself.
After all, with his talent, it was hard to say whether he could even break through level sixty in this lifetime.
While Tai Long was sighing to himself, Li Han and Liu Erlong had already exchanged dozens of moves.
"Hahaha! This is exhilarating! I never expected your body to be so strong—you're practically on par with a beast martial soul master like me!
You're really something!
No wonder you dared provoke Spirit Hall's Ghost Douluo!"
After another clash of fists, Liu Erlong and Li Han each took a step back.
Liu Erlong laughed heartily, thoroughly delighted.
"Your physical body is quite impressive as well."
Li Han could sense that, with Soul Power protecting her body, Liu Erlong's physical strength was astonishing.
But it still fell somewhat short of his Wisdom King Art.
By that measure, his physical strength was already comparable to that of a beast martial soul master at the Soul Sage level—perhaps even somewhat greater.
"Let me see just how far your abilities go! Seventh Soul Skill! Red Dragon Avatar!"
The next moment, a giant blue dragon condensed from Soul Power abruptly appeared, completely enveloping Liu Erlong.
"What a crazy woman."
Li Han could not help but complain at the sight.
Wasn't this supposed to be