My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

The hall was deathly silent.

The dwarf king Ironheart slammed his battle axe to the ground with a thud, nearly chopping off his own toes.

He opened his mouth, his beard trembling several times, before finally managing to squeeze out a distorted sentence from his throat.

"What did he just call him? Your Majesty? The Dragon Emperor calls Lin Mo Your Majesty?"

Although the Elf King Aize had already guessed some of it, he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

As for the others, they were all stunned in place, as if time had been frozen in the hall.

Lin Mo ignored all of that and went straight to the head seat, plopping down without any hesitation.

He looked as if he had returned to his own home.

"That sea monster was indeed a bit troublesome, but it's been dealt with."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of essence from his pocket. The essence was only the size of a palm, and countless eyes on it blinked, making it look extremely eerie.

Everyone gasped.

"What's going on? The essence of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon?"

"The person who killed the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon was Lin Mo!?"

"He actually managed to kill a demigod-level monster? He's only level 90."

"Terrifying..."

……

Akin ignored those stares.

He came to Lin Mo's side and handed over the gilded gift box.

"This is a gift from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower."

The gift box still retained the warmth of Saint Zefa's tightly clenched hands, and the Holy Light Cross emblem at the seal gleamed faintly in the light from the dome.

"well done."

Lin Mo took the gift box and casually patted A Jin on the shoulder.

"It's my duty."

Akin lowered his head, his tone calm and natural, like a groom taking the reins from his master, rather than a clan leader who had just donned the dragon crown.

Even those delegates who had managed to maintain their composure just moments before couldn't hold back anymore.

The expression on the face of the dwarf king Ironheart switched from shock to schadenfreude.

He recalled how Lin Mo had bullied him in Shenglin Village three days ago, and now that he saw the Dragon Emperor addressing Lin Mo as His Majesty, he suddenly felt that his twenty craftsmen hadn't suffered too much of a loss.

King Azer picked up his teacup again, but instead of drinking, he lowered his eyelashes and understood the situation perfectly.

Hong Lü wasn't wiped out by internal strife, and the Dragon Clan didn't choose to replace the Dragon Emperor themselves; it was all Lin Mo's doing from beginning to end.

Lin Mo ignored the gasps and whispers that rose and fell.

He looked down at the gilded gift box in his hand, pried open the holy light seal on the closure with his thumb, and flipped the lid open.

Three divine essence crystals lay quietly on the velvet lining inside the box, each about the size of a thumb.

Smooth as a mirror, it emitted a light that was several levels brighter than the low-grade crystals in the underground chamber of Shenglin Village.

One of them is a light golden, high-quality crystal, and the other two are milky white, medium-quality crystals. All of them are in excellent condition and full of energy.

Yin Xue peeked out from over his shoulder and looked into the box, then raised his head and glared at the ashen-faced Saint Zefa with his scarlet eyes.

"How come you only brought three pieces? Your Holy Tower Kingdom is too stingy! You're supposed to be the number one church on the continent, how can you be so stingy? Aren't you ashamed?"

Mianmian peeked out from Lin Mo's collar, peered over the edge of the box, then glared at Sheng Zefa like Yin Xue did, and nodded her fluffy little head heavily.

"That's right, that's right."

Saint Zefa's mouth twitched violently, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The three Divine Essence Crystals are divided into three categories. The superior-grade crystal can directly raise your level by one, while the two mid-grade crystals each provide 50% more experience points.

If you take any piece of it from the mainland, it would be enough for all level 90 and above powerhouses to fight tooth and nail for. You still think it's not enough?

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, and forced himself not to lash out.

He had already witnessed Ah Jin's attitude towards Lin Mo, and it was clearly not a wise choice to confront Lin Mo head-on on the Dragon Clan's territory.

But he still wouldn't give up.

Even if the Dragon Emperor calls Lin Mo "Your Majesty," this is still the Dragon Emperor's Palace, the core of the Dragon Clan's power for thousands of years. What right does Lin Mo, a mere human, have?

The legacy of the Dragon God still exists, and the ancestors of the Dragon Clan are still watching from the dome.

Even if the Dragon Emperor is afraid of Lin Mo, surely the Dragon God isn't afraid of him too?

Thinking this, he raised his hand and pointed directly at Lin Mo, his voice rising several octaves, his tone carrying the last trace of the majesty of the King of the Tower Holy Kingdom.

"Lin Mo! Do you know what you're doing? This is the Dragon Emperor's Palace! The resting place of all the Dragon Emperors of the Dragon Clan, the sacred hall where the Dragon God's legacy is passed down! You, a human, are sitting on the Dragon Emperor's throne, making the Dragon Emperor kneel before you. The Dragon God will punish you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black dragon spear beside Ah Jin suddenly began to tremble violently.

A thick stream of black energy gushed out from the crystal at the tip of the spear, condensing in mid-air into a blurry yet highly recognizable face.

"Don't you dare talk nonsense! When did I ever say I was going to punish him? Don't throw accusations around! I have a life-or-death bond with His Majesty Lin Mo! If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll personally come out and have a talk with you!"

Saint Zefa stood there, stunned.

Not only him, but everyone still standing in the banquet hall was stunned.

The dwarf king Ironheart's mouth opened into a perfect circle. After freezing for two seconds, he suddenly grabbed the sleeve of the elven king Azer beside him.

"Is that Alduin? The only dragon demon lord? What did he just call Lin Mo? Your Majesty? Even the demon lord calls him Your Majesty?!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke.

"Including that little devil, Lin Mo now has two demon kings standing beside him! Two! What the hell—just who is this kid?!"

Aize silently pulled his sleeve out of Tiexin's hand.

He picked up the teacup and took a deep gulp, using the rim of the cup to cover his slightly twitching lips.

Saint Zefa stood frozen in place, his face turning from ashen to deathly pale, and then from deathly pale to ashen.

The remnant soul of the ancestral dragon, on which he had placed high hopes, was currently floating on Lin Mo's shoulder, cursing him in an almost fawning tone.

His only trump card, the escape route he had repeatedly planned on the way here, was completely blocked by Lin Mo.

After cursing Saint Zephyr, Alduin brought the phantom's head close to Lin Mo's ear and lowered his voice.

But even with the volume lowered, it was still loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"Your Majesty Lin Mo, I don't think this old man is being honest. He waited outside the palace for almost half an hour, looking for a chance to see Hong Lü alone. He's definitely up to no good. Should we teach him a lesson?"

Lin Mo shook his head.

He didn't deliberately lower his voice; his tone was as if he were talking about something trivial.

"He's very good at escaping; even I can't catch him, so you can forget about it."

"Yes, ma'am."

Alduin responded respectfully, and his phantom retreated half an inch, but his dark golden eyes remained fixed on Saint Zefa.

Lin Mo turned his gaze to Saint Zefa.

He closed the gilded gift box and handed it to Yin Xue, telling her to keep it safe. Then, in a completely indifferent tone, as if simply seeing a guest off, he said...

"Now that you have presented a gift to the Dragon Emperor, you may leave."