The instant Tang Xiao stepped into the restaurant, his footsteps stiffened as if they had been filled with lead.
As a level ninety-seven Super Douluo and the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, he believed he had already seen countless grand scenes.
Before setting out, his younger brother Tang Hao had solemnly reminded him that Spirit City was now teeming with powerful experts, with an absurd number of Title Douluo.
Tang Xiao had believed he was thoroughly mentally prepared for it.
But only when he truly arrived here did he realize in horror that Tang Hao's description had been more than conservative!
This was outright deception!
Tang Xiao's gaze swept across the restaurant diners inch by inch, like rusted gears turning.
His heart sank with every inch, plunging into an icy abyss.
At those three tables sat Title Douluo belonging to Spirit Hall, including that fierce-looking middle-aged man whose aura was as violent as an ancient savage beast.
Tang Xiao had not recognized Golden Crocodile Douluo after he became younger, but the oppressive pressure he felt now could not be faked!
And at the other tables were Chrysanthemum Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo, and the others.
Tang Xiao discovered in shock that among the people at those three tables, not a single one had Soul Power below level ninety-five!
What kind of concept was that?
It meant that any random table Spirit Hall pulled out for a meal possessed enough strength to sweep aside any sect, including their Clear Sky Sect!
Did you fuckers at Spirit Hall use cheats or something!?
A bead of cold sweat seeped from Tang Xiao's temple.
With difficulty, he shifted his gaze away and looked toward another table.
An elderly man with a head of brilliant golden hair was oblivious to everyone around him as