"Who the hell registered this information?! Were they blind?!" Zhu Lie Kong felt as though his whole world had fallen apart.
He had seen absurd things before, but never anything this absurd!
To kill a Middle Third Tier Demon with a single punch, leaving it utterly powerless to resist, surely required at least late transforming force cultivation?
How could late transforming force cultivation have been registered as initial transforming force?!
But soon, Zhu Lie Kong seemed to realize something. His brows furrowed. "No, this isn't right! Late transforming force at sixteen-is it me who's gone mad, or this world?!"
Zhu Lie Kong suddenly began to wonder whether his mental domain still contained traces of the contamination left by that fifth-tier Dream Nightmare six months ago.
Advancing from initial transforming force to middle transforming force was not particularly difficult. After all, one only needed to condense thirty-six drops of true essence.
For someone exceptionally talented, a year would suffice.
But advancing from middle transforming force to late transforming force required condensing three hundred and sixty drops of true essence!
Even though the rate of true essence condensation increased dramatically after reaching middle transforming force, three hundred and sixty drops was still no small number.
No matter how much of a genius someone was, they would need two or three years, right?
One year plus another two or three made three or four years.
Subtract three or four from sixteen, and that left twelve or thirteen.
Transforming force at twelve or thirteen?!
How could that possibly happen?!
Such people did exist, but they were peerless prodigies chosen by the Martial Sacred Grounds and raised from childhood as holy sons and daughters.
They needed not only exceptional bone roots and comprehension, but also all manner of gentle, potent medicines to nourish their bodies