Zhou Leng walked to the edge of the arena.
The Xu Family Patriarch Xu Xinke suppressed his grief and quickly stepped onto the stage, putting away his fourth brother's corpse into the Magic Spirit Bag.
As he turned to leave, he glanced at Zhou Leng.
The patriarchs of the sixteen families and the invited Grandmasters gathered together.
They discussed softly, occasionally glancing at Zhou Leng.
Upper-Rank Grandmaster Su Fenghe sighed, "I just said earlier, don't underestimate this Zhou Leng, but you all didn't take it seriously."
Great Grandmaster Zhao Tianji said, "From the first moment I saw him, I felt something was off. I mentioned it to you, but since you didn't care, I couldn't say much. This person indeed possesses peculiar powers of the Alien Race."
"Perhaps it's the power of the Ancient River Sect?"
"Possibly."
"How to counter it?"
The Grandmasters discussed for a while, but without results.
