Xia Ping narrowed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who had suddenly arrived. The man's aura was extraordinary, like a vicious beast lying in wait. He was at least a Grandmaster of the Sixth Heaven Realm.
Besides him, more than a dozen Grandmasters had followed, all powerful fighters of the Grandmaster Fourth Heaven Realm or above.
The moment these Grandmasters arrived, they subdued the entire scene. Everyone felt as though they were being watched by vicious beasts, and that anyone who dared make a move would be struck down like lightning.
"Rulong!"
Hearing the voice, the middle-aged man looked up and immediately saw Wang Rulong hanging from the flagpole.
By then, Wang Rulong had been hanging there for a day and a night, exposed to the wind and rain. He had barely eaten anything and had not even had a drink of water. He was utterly weak, his face deathly pale. He had never been in such a miserable state in his life.
Seeing Wang Rulong like this, the middle-aged man's expression darkened at once. But he was shrewd and did not lose his temper on the spot. Instead, he turned to look at Xia Ping.
"Mr. Xia, I am Wang Tong of the Wang Family. I have long admired your reputation. Truly, heroes emerge from the young!"
The middle-aged man cupped his hands toward Xia Ping.
Evidently, he had heard of Xia Ping's reputation. He had even used the Wang Family's intelligence network to investigate everything that had happened around Xia Ping, gaining a preliminary understanding of him.
Wang Tong also knew that Xia Ping was a core member of Giant Corporation, with a colossal power backing him—one more terrifying than his own Wang Family. That was why he had not erupted in anger on the spot,