The Silver Twin Fiends stared gravely at the linen-robed old man before them. They could sense that he was extremely powerful, far from an ordinary Battle Emperor.
Although their strength had increased considerably over the years, and they had already stepped halfway into the Battle Emperor realm, the two of them could only barely kill an ordinary Battle Emperor when they joined forces. Yet the linen-robed old man before them clearly did not belong to that category. What was more, this was the War God Academy.
Even if the forces behind them were powerful enough to make the War God Academy wary, reality was still reality. When the other side was stronger than you, you had to rein yourself in.
Strength decided everything! If you had strength, you could act arrogantly and no one would say a word—instead, they would consider it only natural. But if you had no strength and still acted arrogantly, you were simply courting death!
Sure enough, the eyes of the two silver-robed men flickered slightly, and they exchanged a discreet glance.
The silver-robed man who had remained silent from beginning to end cupped his fists toward the linen-robed old man and said politely, "Hehe, old sir, we have come to offer congratulations on behalf of our lord. Your academy is recruiting students this year—I'm afraid you'll be admitting quite a few exceptionally talented youths again, won't you?"
The linen-robed old man frowned. His murky eyes suddenly became clear, shooting out two intimidating rays of light as he said in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"
The Silver Twin Fiends' hearts immediately tightened. The linen-robed old man's gaze made them feel a wave of pressure.
Hearing the old man's question, the silver-robed man with a scar across his face flicked his right hand. A pitch-black