Deterrence

The table that had harbored the same evil thoughts toward Wang Sheng and Dongfang Jinghan as the Dragon-Tiger Brothers had fallen silent.

At that moment, they sank into silence.

It took them quite a while to come back to their senses. The people present were either ordinary folk or weaklings unworthy of note.

Instead, they were the ones who understood Wang Sheng's terror even more clearly.

The Dragon-Tiger Brothers were two Spirit Kings. Though they had not taken them seriously either, and could have killed them with ease, to do what Wang Sheng had done—crush them completely, leaving them without even the slightest power to fight back—was simply impossible.

Especially the youngest sister among them, who had originally been the greediest. At this moment, as she looked at Wang Sheng, her face was filled with wariness.

She whispered, "Big brother, what level is this guy exactly? Can you tell?"

As she spoke, Eldest, Second, and Third were also sizing Wang Sheng up with great subtlety.

Their eyes, just like their Younger Sister's, were filled with dread.

Hearing little sister's question, big brother pondered for a moment, then said with some uncertainty, "A Spirit Emperor, I suppose! After all, he only looks about fifteen. A Spirit Saint should be impossible, right?"

Second gave a bitter laugh. "If he hadn't just killed two Spirit Kings right in front of us, forget Spirit Saint—I wouldn't even believe he was a Spirit Emperor."

Third nodded. "Exactly. At his age, having the strength of a Spirit King would already make him a genius among geniuses. Now, with Spirit Emperor cultivation, I already feel like I've lived these past few decades as a dog. If he's a Spirit Saint... I truly wouldn't know what to say."

"Ah! Looks like that Soul Tool has nothing to do