Zhao Rui listened quietly from the side, occasionally sampling the continent's unique delicacies.
The duelists cursed and grumbled about Ajido's vile deeds. When it came down to it, it was all about how he'd used them as "slave gladiators" without giving them the respect due to the powerful.
A palpable arrogance ran through the duelists' conversations, an affirmation of their own strength.
Having survived among thousands of duelists to become the cream of the crop, one could only imagine how formidable they were.
A little arrogance was to be expected.
But aside from their host, the Nine Celestial Venerables, none of the duelists revealed their origins in detail.
Even if their race was known to many, they still spoke and acted with caution, rarely mentioning their people's affairs.
A chill ran through Zhao Rui's heart.
