"A fifteen-year-old Titled Douluo?!"
In the VIP seats, Ning Fengzhi gripped the white jade railing before him.
His knuckles had turned bloodlessly white from the force of his grip.
His usually gentle, wise eyes were trembling violently.
It was as though he had seen some monster that utterly defied the world's common sense.
Although he had already guessed from Chen Xin's account that Lu Xuan had to be very young.
When the truth was actually laid before him, the trembling deep in his soul still nearly suffocated him.
He had broken through to Titled Douluo at fifteen?
How was that possible!
Ning Fengzhi recalled how he had been hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
But what had he been doing at fifteen?
He had only just broken through to Soul Elder, still feeling smug about obtaining his third Soul Ring!
Why could the gulf between people be so despairingly vast?
Ning Fengzhi's breathing grew rapid as countless thoughts flashed madly through his mind.
Could Spirit Hall have mastered some ancient secret art that rapidly increased Soul Power regardless of one's foundation?
Standing beside him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong likewise looked as though he had been struck by lightning.
His gaunt frame trembled slightly in the wind, profoundly shaken once again.
As a veteran powerhouse, Gu Rong was extremely sensitive to auras.
He stared fixedly at the youth in midair, who looked like a demonic god descended upon the world.
He felt those terrifying Soul Power fluctuations that could easily tear apart even space.
His throat bobbed with difficulty, and he uttered a number that even he found absurd:
"Level 96... a Super Douluo!"
Gu Rong's eyes were filled with disbelief and profound incomprehension.
How was that possible?!
Just days earlier, when Lu Xuan had