Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 84
Ever since the messenger went to report, Qingyang has been standing here waiting.

Since it is a temporary resident, here in Yingkou, there are naturally no such things as seats, sunshade and windproof.

Therefore, Qingyang endured the wind and sun together with these soldiers after a long absence.

Although the waiting time was a bit long, he still didn't show any sign of impatience and anger, which made the soldiers watching him heave a sigh of relief.

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

About 15 minutes later, Qing Yang entered the camp under the protection of a small group of soldiers called the leader but actually watching.

I don't know when, on a spacious flat ground in the military camp, a simple platform was rebuilt, with ordinary wooden chairs and a square table on it.

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

Around the platform, there are all the soldiers of the Lion Legion who are in a regular formation and do not speak a word. They are motionless, centered on the obviously temporary platform, and surround it.

The soundless silence made this place seem particularly depressing.

Qingyang's complexion didn't change at all, and he walked up straight as usual.

Loston's face straightened, and he suddenly ordered:
"salute!"

The loud voice is not old-fashioned at all, and it spreads everywhere, calm and majestic.

The soldiers of the Lion Army heard the sound and moved in unison. They saluted Qingyang in unison. Under the violent movements, the armor made a heart-pounding clanging sound.

People who are timid and cowardly in heart, facing such a situation, I am afraid that they will be terrified and at a loss.

Is this a show of prestige?

Or are you treating me like a child?
Qingyang just smiled lightly, as if he didn't care about it, and his steps were not in the slightest.

Surprise flashed across Loston's eyes, and then he walked forward quickly, with a kind smile, praised but not too much:

"The Master of Qingyang Palace is really young and promising. This mentality is far beyond ordinary people."

"This old man is the head of the Lion Legion, and this is Davis, the great prince of the Star Luo Empire."

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

Davis showed a standard aristocratic smile and nodded to Qingyang, covering up all kinds of thoughts in his heart.

"Although I know that there is definitely nothing good about the Palace Master's coming, but the visitor is a guest, please take a seat first, lest other people always say that our Star Luo Empire is just some vulgar warriors who can only fight."

Loston finished speaking angrily, first turned around and walked towards the main seat by himself.

The other party's joking words eased the tense atmosphere of the temporary venue due to the demonstration.

One table and three chairs, reserved for the three highest status people here.

Although Davis is the eldest prince, on this occasion, he is more of a foil. The real main roles are still Qingyang and the Marquis of Loston.

With the guards bringing over the freshly boiled tea, Loston finally spoke.

"Master Qingyang, you can open your mouth now. I'm afraid the purpose of your visit is not simple, right?"

Loston stared at Qingyang's eyes, those eyes were as calm as quiet water, so that he couldn't see the slightest reason.

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

"My purpose, as the Marquis said, you don't like it very much."

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

He raised his head and met Luoston's sharp eyes. At this moment, his peaceful temperament dissipated, and his whole person appeared sharp.

"I hope that Your Excellency the Marquis can retreat and leave."

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

"Did I hear wrong, what did you just say?"

Qingyang didn't give in, and emphasized the sentence again: "I said, please retreat the Marquis!"

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 scorching heat of winter, which made Davis beside him feel like he was dripping with cold sweat.

He couldn't figure it out, how could this Douluo Hall master dare to speak like that? Could it be that he didn't understand that at this moment, he was surrounded by the entire lion army?
You must know that the Lions Legion is not a rotten fish and rotten shrimp. Its famous record is that under the leadership of the Marquis of Loston, it killed a seven-ring soul sage alive!
Just like this, it was ten years ago, and the current strength will only be more terrifying!
"Ha ha."

Loston's cheeks curved up twice. Although he was smiling, it didn't make people feel a trace of kindness. Instead, it was more like an expression of extreme anger.

Not having an attack on the spot, it can be regarded as his efforts to cultivate Qi in recent years, and his practice has been very effective.

"Is there any reason to return empty-handed when the army is dispatched?"

"The [-] tiger and wolf masters in the audience are all looking forward to making meritorious deeds. The master of Qingyang Palace just wants me to retire with just one word, which is too naive."

Loston got up on his own, and went to inspect the edge of the high platform. Wherever he went, the soldiers raised their weapons and looked at him with burning eyes.

Not only that, while responding to Loston, the soldiers also released their martial souls. The soul power faintly resonated, powerfully intimidating, and even made Davis on the side short of breath.

Soul rings of four colors floated 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, how do you plan to persuade them?"

Loston turned around just in time, and with the majestic momentum of the entire lion army gathered, he asked back in a puzzled manner.

Davis slowed down for a while, and then turned his gaze over. He really wanted to know how this boy who was not much older than him would deal with it?
He seemed to have faintly realized that before he knew it, he had regarded Qingyang as a formidable opponent who could be compared with Xue Qinghe.

(End of this chapter)