After all, the status and influence a Titled Douluo possessed in this world were things everyone wanted.
But not everyone could become a Titled Douluo. In fact, there might not even be one person in a million who could.
Only those with rank-eight innate soul power had any hope of reaching that title, a requirement that swept aside 99.9 percent of all people outright.
Yet the storyteller made another astonishing declaration. "Heh heh, surely you don't think His Highness the Third Prince, hailed as a hidden dragon, has only rank-eight innate soul power?"
"Then you couldn't be more mistaken! Rank eight merely gives you a chance of attaining the title. Our Third Prince has rank-nine innate soul power!"
"As long as he's willing to cultivate diligently, becoming a Titled Douluo is something anyone with hands could manage!"
At those words, the spectators all wore expressions of awe at something so terrifying.
Meanwhile, a boy with unusual eyes in a private room on the third floor couldn't help muttering, "Anyone with hands can attain the title? No wonder Dai Weisi, with his mere rank-eight innate soul power, keeps targeting me. He's jealous of my talent!"
"And isn't the Heaven Dou Empire far too lax with its controls? Back in our Star Luo Empire, who would dare spread information about the royal family outside? Do they not want to keep their heads?"
Clearly, this boy was the Star Luo prince who had only managed to escape with Dai Tianyue's-or rather, Dai Tianfeng's-tacit approval: Dai Mubai, the Evil-Eyed Silver Tiger.
What he didn't know was that the power behind the Mingyu Building in this small border city was the nobility of the Heaven Dou Empire.
"This storyteller is rather interesting. I wonder how far someone with innate full soul power could cultivate."
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