Douluo: Emperor of Light

Qingyang has been standing here waiting since the messenger went to report.

Since it is a temporary station, there are naturally no seats, sunshade or windproof things here in Yingkou.

Therefore, Qingyang endured the wind and sun together with these soldiers for a long time.

Although the waiting time was a bit long, he still showed no sign of impatience or irritation, which made the soldiers watching him breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, although they are not afraid of people of this status, once the other party has any problems, it will be troublesome to deal with them.

About 15 minutes later, Qingyang entered the camp under the protection of a small group of soldiers who were not only led but actually monitored.

At some point, a simple platform was built on a spacious flat ground in the military camp, with ordinary wooden chairs and a square table on it.

A middle-aged man who is not angry and proud, leading a blond-haired boy, is standing there looking at Qingyang.

All around the platform were neatly formed, silent Lion Legion soldiers. They were motionless, surrounding the obviously temporary platform as the center.

The silent silence made this place feel particularly depressing.

Qingyang's expression did not change at all, he remained as calm as usual and walked straight up.

Roston's face straightened up, and he suddenly gave an order:

"salute!"

The sonorous voice shows no sign of age at all, it spreads in all directions, it is calm and majestic.

The soldiers of the Lion Legion moved upon hearing the sound. Their movements were uniform and they all performed a military salute to Qingyang. Under the violent movements, their armors made a heart-stirring clang.

Those who are timid and timid at heart may be frightened to the point of trembling and be at a loss when faced with such a situation.

Is this a show of authority?

Or are you treating me like a child?

Qingyang just smiled softly, as if he didn't care at all, and his steps didn't falter at all.

A look of surprise flashed in Roston's eyes, and then he walked forward quickly, with a kind smile, and praised without being too exaggerated:

"Master Qingyang Palace is really young and promising. His intelligence is far beyond that of ordinary people."

"I am the commander of the Lion Legion. This is Davis, the eldest prince of the Star Luo Empire."

As Roston said, he brought the blond boy forward and introduced their identities.

Davis showed a standardized aristocratic smile and nodded to Qingyang, concealing all his inner thoughts.

"Although I know that the palace master will definitely not do anything good when he comes, he is a guest, so please take your seat first, lest others always say that we in the Star Luo Empire are just vulgar warriors who only know how to fight."

Loston finished speaking angrily, then turned around and walked to the main seat on his own.

The other party's joking words made the atmosphere in this temporary venue, which had been tense due to the demonstration, relax a bit.

There is one table and three chairs, reserved for the three people with the highest status here.

Although Davis is the eldest prince, in this situation, he is more of a foil. The real main characters are Qingyang and Marquis Roxton.

After leading the guard to bring the freshly boiled tea, Loston finally spoke.

"Master Qingyang Hall, you can speak openly now. You come to visit me personally. I'm afraid your purpose is not simple, right?"

Roxton stared into Qingyang's eyes. Those eyes were as calm as water, making it impossible for him to see the slightest clue.

When Davis heard this, he also pricked up his ears and paid careful attention.

"My purpose, as the Marquis said, is not something you will like very much."

Qingyang took a sip of tea and then put down the cup.

He raised his head and met Loston's sharp eyes. At this moment, his peaceful temperament disappeared, and his whole person looked sharp and sharp.

"I hope Your Majesty the Marquis can retreat and leave."

Loston narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Qingyang, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"Did I hear it wrong? What did you just say?"

Qingyang did not give in and emphasized his words again: "I said, please ask the Marquis to withdraw his troops!"

Following Qingyang's tit-for-tat words, the stage suddenly fell into silence.

The invisible atmosphere took a turn for the worse again, like the sweltering heat of winter, making Davis on the side feel like he was dripping with cold sweat.

He couldn't figure out how the master of the Douluo Palace dared to speak like this. Didn't he understand that at this time, he was surrounded by the entire Lion Army?

You must know that the Lion Legion is not a rotten fish. The achievement that it is famous for is that under the leadership of Marquis Loston, it surrounded and killed a seven-ring soul saint alive!

Just like this, it was still ten years ago, and the current strength will only be more terrifying!

"Ha ha."

Roston's cheeks were curved. Although he was smiling, it didn't feel like a trace of kindness. Instead, it looked more like an expression of extreme anger.

He didn't have an attack on the spot, which was considered a result of his cultivation of Qi in recent years, which was very effective.

"When a large army is sent out, how can it be reasonable to return empty-handed?"

"The eight thousand tigers and wolves in the audience are all looking forward to making great achievements. The master of Qingyang Palace just said a word and wanted us to retreat. It is too naive."

Roston stood up on his own and patrolled along the edge of the high platform. Everywhere he went, soldiers raised their weapons and looked at him with stern eyes.

Not only that, while responding to Loston, the soldiers also released their martial souls. The soul power vaguely resonated, and the powerful shock even made Davis on the side breathe quickly.

Soul rings of four colors were floating densely under the stage. Although most of them were soul masters and soul masters, these silent words were more powerful than any clever words.

"Master Qingyang Hall, how do you plan to convince them?"

Roston turned around just in time, and with the majestic momentum of the entire Lion Legion, he asked in confusion.

Davis paused for a while and then cast his gaze over. He wanted to know how this young man, who was not much older than him, would respond?

He seemed to vaguely realize that, unknowingly, he had regarded Qingyang as a powerful opponent who could be compared with Xue Qinghe.