As the rainbow radiance faded, Isaac and the others appeared in a massive plaza. Looking around, they saw heads packed against heads, as lively as a marketplace.
And just as Isaac had guessed beforehand, everyone was at least Third Tier!
Anyone below Third Tier would not come here at all, because coming would simply mean throwing their life away.
Isaac turned to look around. He had never seen so many Third Tiers gathered together before, and he could not help sighing. "Tsk, tsk~ There are as many Third Tier transcendents as stray dogs by the roadside~"
The moment those words came out, they immediately provoked public outrage. Everyone in the plaza glared furiously at Isaac!
They were lofty Third Tier powerhouses, yet he had compared them to stray dogs?
They wanted to see which foul-mouthed bastard—Prince—would speak so rudely—
Once the Third Tiers saw Isaac, the fury in their eyes instantly turned into resentment. A Fourth Tier powerhouse was not someone they could afford to offend—
Caesar, standing beside Isaac, also gave him a helpless look, because he too was one of the "stray dogs" Isaac had mentioned—originally, he had planned to break through to Fourth Tier during this special battlefield, just as he had during the Black Orc war. Even if it was not perfect, that would have been fine.
However, with Isaac's support, the Fourth Tier slot needed to remain vacant, so he could not break through after all. Thus, he continued to accumulate strength at Third Tier.
Cheryl, on the other hand, did not feel much about it. Though she too was Third Tier, she was a Grand Arcane Master, a noble spellcaster!
She was not within the scope of stray dogs.
"Just as I thought!"
After sweeping his gaze around, Isaac revealed an expression of confirmation.