The young runemasters didn't hear Wang Teng's thoughts, but they unconsciously shuddered. They felt an evil aura engulfing them.
They gathered together and started discussing in low voices, occasionally glancing at Wang Teng. It was obvious that they were talking about him.
These talented young runemasters rarely had any interactions, but they were now bonded by a common hatred for a common enemy.
"Ni Wenguang, I think you shouldn't argue with him. Wang Teng is a devil!"
"That's right. His rune mastery is at a frightening level. I can't imagine how he did it."
"I heard my master saying that Master Gorlin's rune mastery is higher than him. I didn't expect his disciple to be so powerful too."
"Like master, like disciple. Ni Wenguang, don't fight with him. You can't win!"
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