Two years later, his Soul Power had reached level thirty-six.
The third level of the Mind-Clarity and Nature-Seeing Art: "Reflecting Shadow."
Within a hundred zhang, he could not only sense every movement, but even discern the trajectories of flowing Soul Power.
Before others could even unleash their soul skills, he already knew where they would land.
That day, deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, he was wrestling with an eight-thousand-year-old Black-Armored Earth Dragon.
Snake Lance Douluo rested with his eyes closed on the branch of a massive tree nearby when he caught a carrier pigeon bearing a letter from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
He opened the letter, glanced over it, and called down below.
"Little Hanche, there's a letter for you."
Li Hanche held back the Black-Armored Earth Dragon's horn with one hand while taking the letter and unfolding it with the other.
The letter had been written personally by Ning Fengzhi. Its wording was as gentle as ever, yet every line carried an unconcealable headache.
Hanche, Rongrong has gone out to gain experience. She said she couldn't let you leave her too far behind. No one could stop her...
After reading it, he folded the letter and tucked it into his robe. Then, with a forceful clench of his fingers, he slammed the Black-Armored Earth Dragon's horn downward, flipped onto its neck, and drove a vicious punch into its tough scales.
Interestingly, over the past two years, his name had been mentioned more and more often throughout Heaven Dou City and among the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's disciples.
Some people had turned his match in Spirit City two years ago into a story. In teahouses, storytellers would slap their gavels against the table.
"On that day, that young general of Heaven Dou stood alone atop