The audience hall was silent, only the light crackling from the brazier echoed in the vast hall.
Sitting upright on the throne atop the platform, Luo Yan's gaze swept downward over the Lizardman leaders prostrating on the ground, and a faint smile involuntarily tugged at the corners of his lips.
Among them were the former High Priest of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, now commanding the State of Tua, Zel Tua; Urga Wind Roar, who had transformed from an initial observer into his staunch supporter in the Wind Roar Kingdom; and the Chieftain of the Tide Tribe, Shuer Red Scale, whom he had met once at the Northern Coast meeting.
And now, all of them, who were above tens of thousands, had become his most loyal servants.
Luo Yan's gaze fell on Aisemata's face, and he began to speak slowly in a gentle yet authoritative voice.
"Aisemata Hamaka, are you the King of the Chosen elected by the Chief Council?"
"Yes, Your Supreme Lord Demon King."
