Meng Chao swiftly glanced at the Leopard Clan Poet beneath his feet.
After breaking through to the Deity Realm, his "Extraordinary Vision" could distinguish most invisible light, allowing him to see through a target's clothing and even skin.
In fact, after being dragged and torn about all the way here, the Leopard Clan Poet's clothes had long since become countless shredded scraps.
Though the Lion King had not tortured him, he had already stripped the Leopard Clan Poet of every possession, not even overlooking a single crevice.
Meng Chao had not found anything on him that could be called a "feather" or a "mark."
But Ice Storm had a point.
A secret weapon from the Holy Light Land
would indeed be difficult to trade within Turanze.
Meng Chao hauled the Leopard Clan Poet upright, his gaze like a cold scalpel lightly scraping across the man's features.
Sensing the fierce killing intent, the Leopard Clan Poet's eyes finally turned away from the Wolf King.
When he saw Meng Chao's black hair and black eyes, along with the gorgeous armor that was no less impressive than the Wolf King's, the Leopard Clan Poet froze slightly.
"How unbelievable..."
Fanatical flames surged in his eyes. He showed not the slightest concern for his own plight; instead, he was filled with intense curiosity and delight. "An outsider can actually wear Totem Armor blessed by the ancestral spirits. If I am not mistaken, this set of Totem Armor, just like the Wolf King's armor, contains the abilities of three epic heroes—'Fist,' the Stomachless King, and Shattered Wings!
"Who are you? Were you also sent by the great ancestral spirits to help Lord Wolf King, to help us save Turanze?"
Meng Chao frowned deeply.
He and the Wolf King had shared the combat experience and innate skills