At Zhao Shilie's words, Yan Zhaoge scoffed.
This Prince Jin who yearned for the Eastern Tang throne had obviously not said this out of good intentions.
While he was a Martial Grandmaster, in terms of knowledge and experience, he was in no way comparable to Yan Zhaoge.
He was able to see that Zhao Hao's abilities were far from normal, but unable to detect what lay beyond that.
As Zhao Shilie saw it, while Zhao Hao had been able to dominate and defeat two Martial Artists, if he were to have to face Zhao Yuan and Zhao Sheng who were already Martial Scholars, he would undoubtedly by knocked out in a single move.
In reality, it was not only Zhao Shilie; almost everyone here also thought that way.
The way they saw it, the Zhao Hao who had taken the initiative to provoke and challenge Zhao Sheng was no better than a madman.