Perhaps it was because he had previously faced powerhouses at the level of the Primordial Spirit, accustomed to their might, that he subconsciously overlooked the news the moment he heard it.
A Nascent Soul at Great Perfection, though still not comparable to a Primordial Spirit, was terrifying in its own right. Naturally, he wouldn't dare treat it as insignificant now.
"A Nascent Soul at Great Perfection."
Upon hearing this news, Liu Ruoxue's eyes also flashed with solemnity.
"A demon prodigy, a Nascent Soul at Great Perfection."
Just these two pieces of news sufficed to make her mood turn grave.
It must be that those honored with the title of prodigy were not too old.
Yet, their realm had already reached the Nascent Soul at Great Perfection.
According to what she knew, compared to the demon race, the number of prodigies in the younger generation of the human race who had reached Nascent Soul at Great Perfection was only a few.