Salas's gaze was nailed to the white-clad boy at the center of the Soul Fighting Arena.
Li Hanche had just put away his spear. He looked up toward the VIP seats and raised a hand in a V-sign.
Following his gaze, Salas turned his head and saw Xue Qinghe seated not far away, giving a slight nod.
The two exchanged looks, and Xue Qinghe's eyes seemed to say,
"Mm, you didn't embarrass me."
Salas's fingers unconsciously curled tighter.
Spirit City sent letters every few days, demanding information on Li Hanche, down to the smallest detail.
Yet the Pope's Palace had issued no order to recruit him, nor any order to deal with him.
Looking at the white-clad boy on the stage, who at merely ten years old could crush the entire field alone, Salas calculated inwardly.
I can't just watch the Heaven Dou Empire gain another formidable enemy on the level of a Titled Douluo in the future. If His Holiness the Pope won't give the order, then I'll be the villain.
At some point, Sword Dao Chen Xin's gaze had fallen upon him.
Those aged yet clear eyes were as cold as an icy abyss in the Far North.
His voice was not loud, yet every word was sharp as a sword.
"Put away those petty thoughts of yours. I've dealt with quite a few people like you behind the scenes."
Bone Douluo Gu Rong's laughter exploded beside him, booming like a great bell.
"Salas, do you take me for nothing? If you want to touch him, go ahead and try."
Salas shuddered all over, as if someone had dumped a basin of ice water over his head.
He turned and met Sword Dao Chen Xin's aged eyes, utterly free of cloudiness, then met Bone Douluo's narrowed, smiling eyes