The instant he saw the figure seated on the throne, Shilke knew without a doubt that it was the Elf King!
"Shilke of Great Zhou pays his respects to His Majesty the Elf King!"
As he spoke, Shilke placed one hand over his chest and bowed slightly, which he considered sufficient as a formal greeting.
However, his actions caused quite a few elves in the palace to frown.
"How dare you!"
Beneath the throne, a silver-haired figure draped in gray robes immediately shouted a reprimand.
Although the Elf race was relatively unconcerned with formalities, one generally still had to kneel on one knee and pay respects in the presence of the Elf King.
Yet Shilke had merely placed a hand over his chest and bowed. In the eyes of the elves in the hall, this was practically an act of disrespect toward the Elf King!
As he shouted, the gray-robed elf glared furiously at Shilke with eyes like amethysts. An invisible, powerful pressure swept directly toward Shilke.
At that moment, Shilke felt his shoulders grow heavy. The invisible pressure was like a thousand-jin boulder pressing down on him, trying to crush him completely!
[Saint Realm Mage?]
After glancing at the silver-haired, purple-eyed elf, Shilke immediately judged his strength.
[His exact strength is probably around two or three silver stars in the Saint Realm.]
As Shilke thought this, he straightened up before the astonished gazes of the many elves in the hall.
At that moment, a trace of surprise also appeared in the gray-robed elf's eyes. Unwilling to accept this, the gray-robed elf immediately exerted his full strength, attempting to crush Shilke with the pressure of a Saint Realm Mage.
However, Shilke was a peak Vajra Realm martial artist. In terms of realm, he was already above