Chapter 1684

As this thought leapt into Piel's mind, he was completely dumbfounded.

The Drakon King of Dracarium was an existence surpassing the Dracoguards. It was a supreme, even headache-inducing existence for the Twelve Temples of Westfordia.

Despite not being part of the Twelve Temples of Westfordia, the Council recognized Dracarium as the Thirteenth Temple. Its Drakon King was the most mysterious figure.

Throughout Westfordia, it was known that the Drakon King was immensely powerful and not to be trifled with.

However, no one knew exactly how powerful he truly was.

Even the Dracolords of the Twelve Temples dared not provoke Drakon King easily.

Now, Drakon King stood right before him. Piel's shock was normal. This was someone as invincible as Hades or Zeus. If he wanted to kill him or wipe out his branch, it would be as easy as lifting a finger.

In an instant, Piel knelt on the ground, completely prostrating himself, ignoring the blood flowing from his hand pinned to the coffee table.