The Patriarch of the Divine Dimension’s Labhranns appeared alongside many powerful figures. As they came from the Divine Dimension, the weakest of them were at least at the Divine Rank and could completely annihilate anyone at the Mortal and Sage Dimensions.
“Welcome, Patriarch!”
Figaro knelt alongside the other Labhranns of the Mortal Dimension and welcomed their Patriarch who came from the Divine Dimension.
Txomin had surpassed the Divine Rank’s Third Stage and reached the Quasi-Emperor Rank. As such, the aura he exuded was terrifying. Even though he did not intentionally exude this aura, everyone could feel the overwhelming pressure upon their shoulders.
James, too, felt extreme pressure.
Faced with a powerful figure of the Divine Dimension, he held his breath.
“Is this the power of a supreme being? How terrifying…” He took a deep breath.
Txomin waved his hand slightly and said, “You may stand.”
Only then did Figaro and the others stand.
Txomin’s gaze was fixed on Brielle.
Seeing this, Brielle felt a little guilty.
Txomin said coldly, “Brielle Labhrann, do you have any idea who you are engaged to? He’s the only remaining bloodline of the Hadean Clan’s Grand Emperor and a Minor Patriarch of the Hadean Clan. How could you refuse him and even organize a tournament to determine your husband?”
Upon being questioned, Brielle lost her confidence. Though she was a prodigy of the Labhranns, she was merely from the Mortal Dimension. Meanwhile, only those who descended from the Divine Dimension were true talents. Her social status among the Divine Dimension’s Labhranns might not even be comparable to that of a dog.
“P-Patriarch…”
Summoning her courage, she said, “As I’ve never seen Lucifer Menachem, I have no idea what he’s like. Whoever wishes to be my husband has to be an outstanding figure.”
“Haha…”
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