Seventh floor.
In the wilderness.
Jabba's expression changed.
"Who are you? I have met all the saints from Rune Land."
Levi said:
"I am but a nameless figure. You haven't answered my question yet."
Jabba's face turned ashen.
"I don't care who you are, leave my presence immediately. I am of the royal family of the Flame Country. My father is a level 8 powerhouse, the mightiest in this realm."
His father was indeed the king of the Flame Country, whom he referred to as the old man.
The Flame Clan's strength ranked upper-middle among the Three Realms and Four Lands.
Except for suffering losses from a foreign invasion centuries ago, no one dared to provoke the Flame Country on this Saint Roland Continent.
And the foreigners had long since left; among the humans, besides those Marquis Saints, there were no powerhouses.
This human before him seemed to be a Rune Saint hidden away somewhere.
It couldn't possibly be a foreigner.
