Balak Kingdom.
The northern front, near Fasinuo Province.
Outside a vast command tent stood two squads of soldiers.
Every soldier in both squads was at least a Soul Ancestor, and their captains were Soul Emperors.
Inside the tent, King Kundera sat across from a man in black-and-gold armor.
He was Madrid, king of Yasi Kingdom, eighty-two years old and an eighty-first-level Soul Douluo.
When Kundera learned that Jiang Mingyang and the others were about to reach the Fasinuo Province front, he had rallied his army and marched there without hesitation.
He had also sent envoys to Yasi Kingdom and Deka Kingdom, seeking an alliance to resist the campaign launched by the treacherous ministers Jiang Mingyang and Jiang Tian, rescue the emperor, and establish a new order.
Yasi Kingdom had agreed at once. Its king, Madrid, had even set aside his many ongoing campaigns to lead an army to Balak Kingdom.
For a king to possess eighty-third-level strength, as Madrid did, was truly remarkable.
A king had so many affairs of state to handle that cultivation could easily fall by the wayside.
Thus, a king's Soul Power Level was rarely high. Reaching the Soul Douluo level was all but impossible.
After all, anyone who could cultivate to Soul Douluo while handling so much state business
would have to possess at least ninth-level Innate Soul Power and stand an excellent chance of becoming a Titled Douluo.
Someone with that kind of talent would generally choose cultivation over affairs of state.
Given a choice between power and cultivation, almost everyone chose cultivation.
In the end, political power was merely an appendage of strength.
And even if such a person wanted to compete for the throne, ninth-level innate talent would practically settle the matter.
In other words, for someone so gifted, power and strength