At this moment, quite a few people were already seated around the spacious conference table. They sized one another up while engaging in intermittent conversation.
Wang Zhao sat in his seat with his eyes slightly closed, resting. He sensed several intermittent gazes landing on him before quickly shifting away, but he had no intention of responding.
How could Wang Zhao not understand what they were thinking? They were simply curious about him, the Dragon King Hall Lord who had recently risen to fame.
After all, everyone gathered here was the ruler of a first- or second-rate force with some reputation on the continent. They were usually busy with affairs and might often have heard news of Wang Zhao, but this was their first time actually seeing him. They had never had the time to make a special trip to Heaven Dou City to meet him before.
Beyond that, what puzzled them was why Wang Zhao could remain so calm and composed.
One had to know that the enmity between Dragon King Hall and Spirit Hall was basically common knowledge among the upper echelons of the continent's Soul Master world. Was Wang Zhao not afraid that, once Qian Daoliu arrived, he would directly snuff out this peerless prodigy in the cradle?
Setting everything else aside, given Wang Zhao's terrifying talent alone, many people present believed he was more than qualified to make Qian Daoliu kill him at all costs.
Barely over ten years old... a Hundred-Thousand-Year Fifth Soul Ring... combat power that touched the domain of a Titled Douluo...
Some could not help secretly thinking maliciously that, if they were Qian Daoliu, Wang Zhao would have died seven or eight times over by now.
Perhaps due to a lack of information, some of those present still did not know what had