Wentian was imposing in stature, with his hair cascading down his back; the sheer ferocity of his aura was enough to send shivers down one's spine without the chill of cold.
"My opponent is Junior Brother Zhao Qian. I suggest everyone else wisely concede defeat to avoid undue humiliation," Wentian declared, standing tall in the square with his arms crossed, speaking quite casually.
He had not the slightest iota of interest regarding the opponent he was about to face.
And the reality was exactly that. Having pledged allegiance to the Third Elder for seven years now, he had journeyed beyond the borders of Black Dragon Country, cultivating his fierce aura through countless battles.
Even the Great Elder had once suggested that if Wentian so wished, he could effortlessly secure a spot among the top thirty on the Hidden Dragon List of Black Dragon Country, attesting to the terrifying extent of Wentian's strength.
