The entire council hall was silent.
David stood at the center of the hall, his presence like an iceberg, emitting a chilling aura.
The King of Flowing Fire and the Saint lay on the ground, their powers seemed insignificant under David's absolute suppression.
David's gaze swept over the nobles, their faces filled with shock and fear, and no one dared to challenge his authority at this moment.
Finally, his gaze landed on the King of Flowing Fire, and his voice echoed in the hall: "King of Flowing Fire, you have lost."
The King of Flowing Fire struggled to stand up, his eyes full of astonishment, facing the reality that he had no ability to resist in front of Duke Frost Wolf. The gap between them was truly too vast!
"Duke Frost Wolf, have you really broken through to Tier Eight?" he trembled as he spoke.
Such a terrifying power gap indicated they were not at the same level; only this could explain Duke Frost Wolf's terrifying strength.
"Indeed."
David openly admitted.
