Zong Shen activated [Drifting Walk].
His figure flickered through the air several times.
At last, he landed lightly yet steadily upon the broad, frigid deck of the [Nord God].
He stood just a few steps in front of King Ragnar's throne.
"Your Majesty."
Zong Shen gave a slight nod, neither servile nor overbearing, a smile on his face.
"The lion of Lodbrok bears an even greater presence than before. It is my honor to see you again in this desolate land of the Northern Frontier."
He deliberately mentioned the other man's former title.
Not a word was said about how the two of them had once been chased like dogs by a group of epic-grade mercenaries.
Zong Shen himself had nearly been chopped into mincemeat.
Fortunately, the [Time Stop Orb (Gold)] had saved him back then.
Now, he could beat demigod-level powerhouses into pigskin, yet King Ragnar's own strength had barely changed.
As a king, he would have at least three to five demigods protecting him.
If Queen Sandina had not sabotaged things in advance, joining forces with her maternal Trivashin Family to tamper with the route of the Great City-level teleportation—
They would not have been hunted down by an epic-grade mercenary band until they were crying for their fathers and mothers.
Then again, in order to avoid drawing attention at the time, Queen Sandina's demigods had likewise been unable to move.
Those were strategic weapons in the hands of both sides.
Only under mutual restraint had things turned into that pitiful "rookie pecking match."
At this moment, Ragnar looked at the young man before him.
He only felt that Zong Shen's aura had become even more unfathomable than when they had met in the Spatial Turbulence Wasteland. Even his every gesture now carried an air of looking down