Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Arrogance

Even Hua Suo couldn’t help but frown upon seeing the old man.

“Captain, isn’t his age a bit too much…” Hua Suo looked towards Liuyun.

Liuyun’s expression remained calm as he spoke, “The Pavilion Master said, don’t worry about age, as long as one possesses the talent to join the God-Slaying Pavilion, then age is not an issue. Moreover, the older the person is, the more they have been through rough times, their state of mind has been tempered and is extremely stable. With a bit of training, they can hold certain positions within the God-Slaying Pavilion.”

“Alright then.”

With no choice, Hua Suo nodded, pointing towards the silver screen and said, “Old sir, you just need to step into this silver screen, and I will tell you if you pass.”

“Hmm.”

The elder nodded his head, took a deep breath, and stepped into the silver screen.

“Whoosh!”

The moment the elder stepped into the silver screen, it suddenly began to tremble, followed by an astonishing burst of purple light exploding from it!

“What?!”

Hua Suo suddenly stood up, his eyes widened, disbelieving what he was seeing before him.

It wasn’t just him; Liuyun and the others were also deeply shocked, taking in a cold breath.

“It’s actually purple…”

After being shocked for a long time, Liuyun finally looked towards Hua Suo and smiled, “Now you understand the Pavilion Master’s intent, right? Purple-level talent. As long as the Pavilion Master cultivates him, his strength will probably surpass ours very soon.”

Hua Suo nodded in astonishment, he hadn’t expected that the old man he had somewhat looked down upon before would have such amazing talent.

Or rather, it was not just talent, but a special physique, like Xiao Yuran and others!

This silver light barrier is designed to assess three types of qualifications.

The first type is the qualification of the special physique, which is divided into seven levels: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple.

The second is the qualification of a mage, divided into seven levels: First Level, Second Level, Third Level, Fourth Level, Fifth Level, Sixth Level, Seventh Level.

The third is the martial talent qualification, also divided into seven levels, but graded by orders, namely First Order, Second Order… Seventh Order.

This way, it will be convenient for Hua Suo and others to directly discern what kind of talent the person possesses.

And this elder had a purple-level special physique. To know, even Xiao Yuran and Hong Yu, after the appearance of this silver light barrier, were only assessed at the blue level!

As for Lin Ru before them, she was even one level lower, merely green.

“Old sir, what is your name?” Hua Suo asked, taking a deep breath.

“Shen Li,” the elder said.

His words were somewhat calm; although one could hear a slight tremble beneath that calmness, Shen Li was hiding it very well.

Just like Liuyun had said, the older people are, the more they have been through rough times.

Shen Li was excited in his heart, but he did not display any unease.

“Congratulations on joining the God-Slaying Pavilion,” Hua Suo said with a smile.

“Thank you.”

Shen Li received the unique token of the Holy Cold Divine Guard from Hua Suo and then entered the God-Slaying Pavilion.

“I can hardly believe it, a purple-level rating. After he begins his cultivation, just how powerful will he become?” Hua Suo gazed at Shen Li’s hunched and aged figure, silently sighing in his heart.

“Next.” Immediately after, Liuyun turned his gaze back towards the crowd.

To assess talents here is also a particularly fulfilling task, because once they discover someone with a superlative talent, like Shen Li, they too would feel overjoyed.

Moreover, speaking of the long term, all these people were discovered by myself. When they grow in the future, if they have any conscience at all, they won’t forget the kindness I’ve shown them today.

“Get out of the way!”

Just as Hua Suo was evaluating people’s talents one by one, there was suddenly a commotion in the crowd.

“What’s happening?” Hua Suo frowned and looked over.

He saw several middle-aged men approaching from afar. Anyone who stood in their way was forcefully shoved aside.

Some were angry at first, but the moment they sensed the aura of slaughter coming from these men, their anger was immediately suppressed.

Soon, these men arrived in front of Hua Suo.

Before Hua Suo could speak, Liuyun said indifferently, “You’re late, go back and line up.”

“Line up?”

One of the men in black snorted coldly, “Is this rabble even worthy of having us queue up behind them? The Dragon Martial Continent respects strength, and we, possess the strength not to need to queue!”

As his words fell, the middle-aged man suddenly released his full cultivation base—it was actually the early stage of the Dragon Spirit Realm!

At the same time, the others also displayed their cultivation bases. Although they were not in the Dragon Spirit Realm, each one of them was at the peak of the Dragon Blood Realm.

Feeling the level of these cultivation bases, those who were originally queuing immediately stepped back a bit.

“Is this level of strength sufficient?”

The middle-aged man looked at Liuyun with a proud look in his eyes.

He could feel that Liuyun’s cultivation base was merely at the early stage of the Dragon Blood Realm. He was firmly above the other by a whole great realm. If Liuyun weren’t from the God-Slaying Pavilion, the middle-aged man wouldn’t even spare him a second glance.

In his eyes, Liuyun’s level of cultivation was like ants.

“Go back and line up.”

However, the scenario the middle-aged man had imagined, where Liuyun would show respectful compliance, did not happen. Instead, Liuyun still stood there with his arms crossed, as if he had not felt the other’s aura at all.

“That’s right, with your level of cultivation, though you can sense my aura, you have no idea which realm I’m in,” said the middle-aged man with a cold huff.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Zheng Huan, in the early stage of the Dragon Spirit Realm, here to apply for the position of Elder in the God-Slaying Pavilion.”

“Applying to be an Elder of the God-Slaying Pavilion?”

Liuyun’s eyelid twitched, showing an interested expression: “Do you think you are qualified to be an Elder of the God-Slaying Pavilion?”

“Of course.”

Zheng Huan’s face showed an even stronger arrogance as his gaze swept over everyone in the God-Slaying Pavilion; none of them exceeded the Dragon Spirit Realm. His cultivation base was so much higher than theirs.

“I’m sorry.”

Liuyun shook his head: “The Elders of the God-Slaying Pavilion are personally chosen by the Deputy Pavilion Master. If you want to join the God-Slaying Pavilion, you should go back and properly line up.”

“How dare you speak to me like that?”

Zheng Huan’s expression instantly chilled: “You’re just a little kid in the Dragon Blood Realm. I’m speaking to you out of courtesy, and if I can’t be an Elder of the God-Slaying Pavilion, do you really think you have the ability to do so?”

“What did you say?” Liuyun’s brow furrowed, his expression turning icy cold.

“I said with your miserable level of cultivation, you don’t even have the right to talk to me!” Zheng Huan huffed coldly.

“Idiot.”

Seeing Zheng Huan’s condescending attitude, Hua Suo shook his head and spat out two words without waiting for Liuyun to speak.

So many people were queued here, some arriving from early in the morning and waiting until now, a whole morning’s time, and they had never seen someone as arrogant as Zheng Huan.