The number one Warlord stopped his gaze at the boy and smiled.
He didn't say a word. But dozens of pairs of eyes looked straight at Merlin.
Some people sneered with the corners of their mouths arrogantly.
“Is that the 108th place? Bazoo must be very furious. He had held this rank for decades, but then it was stolen by a little boy.” An old woman in a fiery red cloak said disdainfully.
Several pairs of eyes had similar expressions to that of this old woman.
Each of these forty Legendary-level people was among the top fifty Warlords. Even though Merlin was also a member of the council, he was only the last rank. It was no surprise that they looked at him disdainfully.
Council of One Hundred and Eight Gates of the God Land was the place of old tigers and dragons of the God Tribe. They didn't have the unity that people saw. Behind, those that were not in the same groups all competed.