"Wu Xiaodong, martial soul: Nine Star Shield Axe, twelve years old, rank twenty-five two-ring Soul Grandmaster."
"Nan Gong Feiyan, Soul-Devouring Poison Snake, twelve years old, rank twenty-three two-ring Soul Grandmaster."
"Dongfang Jinghan, Frost Ice Sword, eight years old, rank twenty-eight two-ring Soul Grandmaster." [Guess what's going on with her, hahaha!]
"Wang Sheng, Blazing Blade, seven years old, rank thirty-five, three-ring Soul Elder!"
By the time Qin Ming read the last one, he was completely unwell!
Because, just like the Soul Fighting Arena staff before him, his entire worldview had been utterly overturned.
Wu Xiaodong and Nangong Feiyan, these two geniuses who had become two-ring Soul Grandmasters at twelve, could be set aside for the moment.
After all, Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan had reached that level too.
But this Dongfang Jinghan was only eight years old and already a rank twenty-eight two-ring Soul Grandmaster. Was this some kind of joke?
Fine!
The world was vast and full of wonders. No matter how outrageously talented a genius was, it was possible for them to appear. So this one, if I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and forced myself, I could accept.
But where had this monster Wang Sheng crawled out from?
Seven years old, rank thirty-five, three-ring Soul Elder!
Damn it!
Didn't that mean he would be an eight-year-old four-ring Soul Ancestor? A nine- or ten-year-old five-ring Soul King?
Was he going to let anyone else live?
Are you sure he wasn't transformed from a soul beast?
Compared to him, what did Qin Ming, a nearly thirty-year-old Soul King, even count as?
And a whole bunch of people had freaking told him he was the most outstanding genius of Royal City's younger generation.
What a load of crap!
The key was, he had actually believed it. This was damned ridiculous.