Inside the grand hall of the commander's residence.
Huo Ling looked at the devil marquis who had just spoken and said blandly, "Carl, you were too impulsive. No matter what, he is still the Archduke's envoy."
Tall and radiating a powerful aura, Carl lowered his head obediently and admitted his mistake. "My lord, your servant knows his error."
After saying that, Carl did not utter another word, appearing exceptionally honest and well-behaved.
There was none of the savage ferocity he had shown when roaring at that baron moments ago.
Another marquis at the side asked Huo Ling, "Duke, are you truly going to meet the Archduke?"
He was Gold, formerly the Seventh Warlord. Besides him, Reichil, formerly the Warlord of the Thirteenth Layer, was also in the hall.
Huo Ling smiled slowly. "It is time to meet the Archduke. If I do not see him soon, he may start overthinking things."
"Duke, should we make some preparations?" Reichil asked quietly.
"No need... Archduke Bael would not be so foolish." Huo Ling waved a hand indifferently.
He slowly rose from his throne. Compared with the marquises beside him, Huo Ling's aura carried far greater pressure.
As Huo Ling stood, his figure in dragonman form appeared even more perfect.
Every horn, every scale, even every barb and strand of whisker-like hair seemed incomparably flawless.
They were filled with the beauty of laws, which likewise represented Huo Ling's mastery over them.
Under the candlelight, his figure cast a shadow across the ground to one side, looking grotesque and terrifying.
Huo Ling was not worried about Bael, nor did he believe Bael would do anything to him.
That confidence likewise came from his own strength.
After more than a century in the Bronze Citadel, Huo Ling's strength had reached legendary level nineteen!
This strength