Silver Dragon King

The stern-faced middle-aged man, Di Tian, had his pupils contract sharply. He was certain he had not leaked even the slightest hint about his lord, yet the person before him not only clearly knew that such a lord existed here.

He had even called her by her title without error. This was no longer something that could be explained away as a coincidence.

His gaze shifted to the fierce beasts behind him. They had all been cultivating here this entire time and had barely gone out since entering this place, so they should not have been the source of the information.

Besides, there could not possibly be a traitor among them. They were all soul beasts who had cultivated for a hundred thousand years; humanity had nothing that could sway them. Moreover, their lord concerned their future, making betrayal even more impossible.

With that thought, Di Tian gathered his thoughts and began taking the tiny level-53 Soul King before him seriously. He did not know where this person had learned of it, and if he could, he would have preferred to kill him outright.

But he could not do that now. Setting aside the woman beside him, if this person knew about his lord, then he probably also knew about these fierce beasts. There had to be contingencies waiting outside.

If he silenced Lu Mingchuan here, their strength might be spread far and wide outside in just a few days. More importantly, it did not matter if ordinary people learned of this, but there were still inheritors of gods on this continent.

They might possess the ability to communicate with gods. There was no guarantee they would not tell the gods behind them about his lord. Once that drew the gaze of the gods, the severely injured Silver Dragon King