"An eighty-first-rank Titled Douluo—in our generation, you must be the Spirit Pagoda's number one, right?"
Wu Changkong stared at the person before him with a solemn expression.
It was no exaggeration to say that even Lan Muzi, the eldest senior brother of the inner court from his generation, was likely no match for him.
"You said it yourself—only in my generation. The two Miss Bais, who are only a few years older than me, are both Titled Douluos."
"Otherwise, given their temperaments, they would be more suited than me to serve as headquarters' representatives."
Lu Li shook his head, his face serious.
The Spirit Pagoda was brimming with geniuses.
He was hardly anything special, and the reason it was him—
Was precisely because he was weak...
As he spoke, he easily saw through the other man's cultivation and could not help frowning.
"A sixty-ninth-rank Soul Emperor."
"If I remember correctly, you were already a Soul Emperor six years ago, weren't you?"
"Have you been sleeping too much?"
Lu Li said with a deep frown.
Wu Changkong might not have been especially diligent, but in Lu Li's memories, he had still been a renowned genius. This should not have been the case!
"..."
When people were embarrassed, they really did laugh.
"Haha."
At least at this moment, faced with such a situation, Wu Changkong, who possessed Innate Full Soul Power, looked at Lu Li—whose innate cultivation had been more than one rank lower than his—and smiled.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a genius his own age, yet more than ten ranks above him, had possessed only eighth-rank innate Soul Power.
Just who was the genius here?!
Despite having such extraordinary talent, he had still lived his life like this. Perhaps