"You're Ling Zhan!?"
The burly man radiating the aura of a giant dragon was the first to stride toward Ling Zhan.
The other four powerful figures followed leisurely behind him.
When Jonathan, the Giant Dragon War God, arrived before Ling Zhan, his nearly three-meter-tall frame loomed over the young man. Ling Zhan's aura seemed ordinary, yet his looks and bearing were exceptionally striking.
His gaze was filled with intense scrutiny.
Before Ling Zhan could speak—
Whoosh!!
Yun Man, Meng Shuang, and Changyue flashed in front of Ling Zhan while holding Little Sacred Dragon and Little Golden Crow.
The Demon-Slaying Legion members still training across the field also surged over at once.
"Who are you people? What do you want?"
Yun Man stared coldly at this group of formidable experts.
The Demon-Slaying Legion members also glared at them with hostile expressions.
Of course, they could sense that the five experts before them possessed extraordinary auras. They were undoubtedly top-tier powerhouses above level 190.
And they definitely were not useless trash who only had levels!
The feeling given off by a true powerhouse was absolutely different.
Sometimes, with just one look—even if you did not know someone's level—you could judge from certain details whether they were truly strong or not.
But it did not matter.
So what if the other side was powerful?
They were not fighting one-on-one.
Meanwhile, Mordes, Ye Qingling, Basil, and the other prodigies stared fearlessly at the five experts.
The lower-ranked members might not be able to handle them in a duel, but the top ten of the legion—who regularly fought opponents above their level—certainly could!
They were not afraid of these five powerhouses in the slightest.
"What? You five came here looking for trouble?"
"What do you want with our Instructor Ling? Acting so aggressively—who are you