Shen Jinghong's Emperor Law

The next day, the rising sun had only just revealed its fiery red tip above the land.

At the gathering place of the Flame Dragon Empire's remaining forces, on a boundless plain, a Rogue Cultivator disguised as a member of the Rusted Iron Mercenary Team was absentmindedly feeding flying magical beasts.

The flying magical beasts were griffins and members of the pegasus race. They were all mid-level magical beasts and reached the Professional Three-star realm upon adulthood.

The caretaker was named Ling Qiang.

He was skilled in disguise and camouflage. A few days ago, he had killed a groom who fed horses for a nobleman, allowing him to infiltrate the Flame Dragon Empire's inner ranks.

Yesterday, he had sent out information concerning the Flame Dragon Empire and its dragons, then received news late at night that the Mercenary Teams were about to attack.

"What the hell? There are five whole Giant Dragons, plus countless Saint Domain experts. How can a frontal assault possibly take them down?"

"If it fails, it might even cost me my life..."

Ling Qiang grumbled inwardly as he fed the griffins.

Seeing Ling Qiang's distracted state from afar, the Steward immediately strode over and lashed out with his whip.

"Thomas, what the hell are you doing? On the eve of battle, if you dare neglect the griffins and pegasi, I'll kill you first."

Ling Qiang endured the pain and did not dare say a word. His hands and feet moved even more diligently.

He knew this Steward's methods. If he dared utter another word, it would no longer be a matter of getting whipped.

He still needed to remain undercover. He could not expose himself yet.

"The class hierarchy in the Demon Dragon Realm is so harsh. Ordinary commoners live worse than dogs. They deserve to