"A seventeen-year-old Soul Emperor! You're not joking?"
Hearing that, Lu Yi nodded firmly. "Those siblings were already Soul Kings two years ago, and they're competing again next time. What level do you think he's at now?"
Zhou Sichen stood rooted to the spot.
He was fifteen too, and he had nearly worked himself to death just to reach the threshold of level forty.
Cao Jinxuan was even lower, not yet level thirty-eight.
Without some extraordinary opportunity, a mountain of rare treasures, or a willingness to take pills to force their cultivation higher, gaining one level every three months was the best either of them could manage.
Yet someone had reached Soul King at the same age of fifteen. Pills or no pills, that rate of progress made them both fiercely envious.
Taking pills limits your future potential? That only mattered to people with top-tier talent.
Many ordinary geniuses could hope to reach only Soul Saint. Unless they made it past Soul Douluo, they would still live only about a hundred years.
In that case, using pills to reach their cultivation bottleneck early was a far better bargain than advancing steadily and not hitting it until they were seventy or eighty.
Zhou Sichen gave up on joining the commotion. He wanted even less to test Sun Moon Academy himself.
"Haha, they're challenging people under twenty! I'm only fifteen. I'll watch the show from the stands!"
Zhou Sichen did his best to hide his embarrassment and nudged Cao Jinxuan beside him.
"Right, Cao?"
Only then did Cao Jinxuan catch on. "Uh—yeah, right!"
Seeing his two friends, usually afraid of neither heaven nor earth, lose their nerve made Lu Yi want to laugh.
When he saw the crowd heading toward the Soul Fighting Zone, Lu Yi called the others to come along.
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