A very strange scene was unfolding inside the grand hall. Two men sat at a table, slowly savoring fine wine while watching the many young talents climb the stairs. Meanwhile, three other men knelt on the floor, which was stained red with blood and slick with sweat—a terrifying sight.
The other factions on the sidelines couldn't help but sweat for them. Even knowing they were from Duolong Prefecture, this young man was still so domineering. 'Could his background be truly terrifying?' they wondered. 'Perhaps a disciple from an Imperial Influence, or even a Divine Country Power?'
They could perhaps withstand an Imperial Influence, but if it was a Divine Country Power, Duolong Prefecture would not only have to go to their doorstep and kowtow in apology, but also offer compensation! Such was the terrifying power of a strong background.
