Wang Zhan shook his head and laughed. He had initially thought the people in the Returning Cloud Pavilion had great abilities, but now it seemed they were clearly a bunch of useless fools.
Even if they didn't recognize Poseidon's Trident or understand the origins of the Crystal Armor.
They needed to understand one thing, which was the endless intimidation exuded by Poseidon's Trident. Even if they couldn't see the power of Poseidon's Trident, they could still feel the oppression from the depths of their hearts.
Yet there was no change in their expressions, and they even belittled Poseidon's Trident here.
On the side, Zhao Feiyu watched them like they were fools. These people before him were completely unformed losers, and he wouldn't need Wang Zhan to make a move; he could swiftly take care of them himself.
