"Gasp!"
The stunning entrance of the eight women immediately made everyone in the venue suck in a breath, doing their part to contribute to continental warming.
Wang Zhao looked at Butterfly, who was leading them, and a trace of well-timed surprise appeared on his face.
"May I ask who you are...?"
"Your Excellency?!"
Hearing Wang Zhao address that black-haired, regal beauty as "Your Excellency," quite a few people nearby were startled.
Who could make the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, Scourge of the Undead, take the initiative to address them so respectfully?
And these eight women were all graceful and extraordinary at a glance. Just who were they?
As everyone wondered, Butterfly met Wang Zhao's gaze. Her expression remained polite and kind, though tinged with a little distance, but inwardly, she had no idea how many times she had rolled her eyes at him.
That brat always loved putting on a show...
Grumbling inwardly, Butterfly calmly stepped forward beneath the gazes of everyone present. With every step she took, a Soul Ring rose beneath her feet.
After nine steps, the rings surrounding her were—
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
Nine Soul Rings!
A Titled Douluo!
"I am Dragon Butterfly Douluo of the Dragon King Hall. The seven youngsters behind me are all prodigies of Latent Dragon Academy. The reason we are currently staying here happens to be the same as His Highness, the Holy Son's—we have brought them out for training."
"Oh, I see."
Wang Zhao nodded in understanding.
Listening to the exchange between these two "Your Excellencies," the people around them immediately thought of many things. However, most of them were still astonished by Butterfly's nine Soul Rings.
A Titled Douluo! A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!
The Dragon King Hall had hidden itself deeply indeed.
Dragon