"What level?" Xue Beng looked bewildered.
For Qian Renxue to dare ask that, Lu Yuan's Soul Power Level could only be beyond anything Xue Beng had imagined.
"T-twenty-one, perhaps," Xue Beng stammered.
After all, as far as Xue Beng could see, Lu Yuan was only eight or nine years old. Even at the fastest possible pace, he could only have just broken through to Soul Grandmaster.
The records he had read described gifted Soul Masters with innate full soul power who had trained diligently throughout history, and even they had only reached Soul Grandmaster around the age of nine.
Surely, no matter how gifted or monstrous Lu Yuan was, he could be no better than that.
"Heh." Qian Renxue smiled.
"Little Yuan, show my Fourth Brother what a true cultivation genius looks like."
"Mm." Lu Yuan nodded.
Three Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet, two yellow and one purple, alongside his level thirty-one soul power.
Compared to Lu Yuan's true level forty-five soul power, his Soul Ancestor cultivation, and his two purple and two black Soul Rings, this display was hardly worth mentioning. Even so, it was enough to dazzle everyone.
After all, no genius who had broken through to Soul Grandmaster before the age of ten had ever appeared on the Douluo Continent.
"Th-this is impossible!" Xue Beng stared at Lu Yuan's impressive display, dumbstruck.
He had thought Qian Renxue's smugness and deliberate mention of Lu Yuan's Soul Power Level meant that the genius she had picked up surpassed those with innate full soul power and had cultivated to somewhere above level twenty.
But he had never imagined that Lu Yuan would actually be a three-ring Soul Elder.
"Hehe, Fourth Brother, Lu Yuan has a special mutated martial soul, one so rare it is scarcely seen anywhere on the