The faint pressure in Agul's eyes, the strong aura on his body, the strange blood-colored scimitar in his hand, and his disdainful gaze were seen by all the magical beasts present. The aura of a king that belonged to sacred beasts with a pure bloodline was not something any magical beast on the continent could compare to.
At this moment, not only the magical beasts, but the people in the audience and the participants in the arena all looked at Agul in horror. Everyone had yet to recover from their daze. Even the members of the Iron Blood Team did not understand why an unfamiliar human had suddenly appeared in their team.
