Di Tian

Nezha looked at Xiao Wu and smiled. "Level eighty. Soul Douluo."

Xiao Wu froze for a moment.

She blinked, then blinked again, before reaching up to dig at her ear. "Say that again. What level?"

"Level eighty," Nezha repeated.

Xiao Wu was completely dumbfounded.

Level eighty.

Soul Douluo.

He had been a Soul Emperor when they left Star Dou Forest, and he had become a Soul Douluo after one trip back?

They had only been gone for a few days!

Xiao Wu felt as though the aftereffects of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's Sacrifice had shaken her into hallucinating. Everything she heard was more outrageous than the last.

"Y-you're serious?" Even her voice had changed pitch.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Nezha spread his hands.

Xiao Wu stood there with her mouth open, unable to make a sound for a long while.

Seven years of cultivation, and level eighty. What kind of concept was that?

From the moment human soul masters awakened their Martial Souls, gaining two or three levels a year at a normal pace was already considered good. Those with talent who gained three or four levels a year were geniuses among geniuses. But Nezha had gained seventy levels in seven years, averaging ten levels a year.

No, she could not calculate it like that.

Xiao Wu recalled when Nezha had obtained his first Soul Ring. He had only been six then, and his first Soul Ring had already been a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast ring.

From then on, his cultivation speed had never slowed.

After arriving at Notting Academy, every time he returned to Star Dou Forest each year, his Soul Power would surge by a huge amount.

Now that he had come to Heaven Dou Royal Academy, it had become even more unstoppable. After being Sacrificed