Azariel looked dashing as a young teenager. His Level Nine Immortal Stage undulations reverberated across the palace, appearing dense and filled with an extraordinary power. It raised nearly all eyebrows.
He was just thirteen years old. However, no one underestimated him, considering how he was the first son of the Divine Emperor of Death, and his uncle Edward Loret also seemed quite powerful as an Empyreal Monarch.
Whispers echoed across the seating area.
It seemed like they didn't want to waste their chance against a certain defeat.
After some time, a young genius from the Earth Dragon Lower Realm stepped into the battle arena.
"Greetings, fellow cultivator. I seek not to win but to verify if the Earth Dragon Blood mixed in you is indeed stronger than ours, as the rumors say."
