Everyone shuddered, all looking up towards the Royal Palace above.
They saw an elder in a black robe, his hair silver, and his physique robust, walking out of the Royal Palace, seemingly treading on air.
The aura exuding from this person was even more bizarre. He stood there clearly yet gave off an impression that he didn't exist, rendering one completely unable to gauge the depths of his cultivation.
"Monarch, our King of Gray Wolf, Murong Shengxiong!"
The crowd was exhilarated, with eyes showing deep reverence from the bottom of their hearts.
It was this robust elder who protected the entire Gray Wolf Kingdom, making the powerful enemies around dare not invade.
The crowd dared not imagine, once his lifespan was exhausted, whether the Gray Wolf Kingdom could still stand tall on this peril-filled prairie.
"Murong Shengxiong? He is the Monarch of Gray Wolf."
Zhao Letian looked at the elder, his heart also greatly shaken.
