The Federation Needs Ten Thousand Wang Baoles!

The entrance of the god-like man sent the entire Presidential Pavilion into silence. The thousands of people simultaneously felt the imposing aura exuding from him. Unconsciously, they started shuddering inwardly and lowered their heads.

Part of it was due to his authority and status, and the other due to his cultivation. Be it due to his position as the strongest man in the Federation, the sole wielder of a Divine Armament, or the president, the white-robed man walking in was the focus of everyone's attention. He shone like the sun.

The hundred chosen seedlings stirred under the pressure, their emotions surging like waves. They felt like a solitary boat in a raging ocean. A natural fear and awe rose within them.

Be it Zhuo Yifan or Zhao Yameng, or even Kong Dao, who had a confirmed placement, none dared show any other feelings on their faces. They couldn't help the awe and respect in their eyes.