Orlean walked out of the black miasma with grace, proving his noble origin. His eyes were still black, but his pupils' color changed to gold. There was a trace of a six-headed star in his pupils.
He walked with the composure of royalty; his back was straight, and his shoulders relaxed. Each of his steps was steady and carried the dignity of a King. He stopped three meters away from Tang Shaoyang and bowed.
"This subject is grateful for the opportunity, Your Majesty. I will use my newly gained power to crush your enemies! I will show them what it means to be your enemies!"
Tang Shaoyang was honestly curious how strong his spirits had become. There were still differences even if they were in the same Pinnacle-Rank Archaic Spirit. He was even more curious about what kind of power Orlean had gotten from advancement.
"Can you tell me…"
