Yang Zhuo lightly coughed, transmitting the sound to the ears of thousands.
Once the venue quieted down, he continued to speak:
"I am the person in charge of this Demon Nest trial, commander of the Defense Army of the Qi-Lu region, Yang Zhuo."
Among the crowd of Western United University, someone recognized Yang Zhuo as their former senior.
Hearing him speak, they couldn't help but feel prideful, with their face beaming with glory.
"See, our school's senior has become a lord holding the fort."
Meng Chuan could perceive Yang Zhuo's terrifying presence, especially his pair of large hands, refined by some unknown method.
The sharpness of which was even more potent than the treasure sword in Chen Xuan's hand.
This wasn't something that could be trained by merely practicing Iron Palm.
Murmuring inwardly:
"Every powerful figure possesses something beyond ordinary..."
Those who become Venerable have a life akin to 'cheating' like mine.
