A masked man was standing there and looking at him coldly. Indeed, this was Davion.
"I.." He panicked and had sweats all over his forehead. Before he could say something, tremendous pressure befell on him.
"Too strong.." He muttered and fell on his knees. The other disciples also had similar thoughts.
"Humph" Davion didn't spare him another glance and went past him.
But suddenly an imposing voice rang in everyone's ears.
"Stop."
Everyone turned in that direction and saw three young men entering the hall. Among them, the one in the middle looked the most eye-catching. He had yellow hair and a long sword strapped to his back.
"Senior Brother Liam" The surrounding disciples exclaimed and bowed towards him respectfully.
"Is this the number one disciple in the inner court peak?" Davion thought while observing him. He knew about it after listening to these disciples gossiping with each other a while ago.