“I don’t dare accept such an address.” Lin Xitang didn’t move.

The Emperor leaned forward and grabbed the marshal by his arm, a dark mist swirling out from his body and almost filling the hall. The mist surged and rolled with great violence, gradually forming the image of a soaring snake with nine scales on its back.

In a flash, two giant shadows swept past as the serpent spread its wings.

Lin Xitang’s calm expression was shattered at that moment.

The soaring snake was the crest of the Imperial family. It was black with golden claws, but never had the totem spread its wings before! Only an extremely small number of people knew that the innate totem passed down in the Imperial clan was incomplete.

“The soaring snake appears from the waters of the Duguang wilderness. Golden claws, lightning horn, and a pair of wings covering its face.” Now that was the complete form of the totem left behind by the founding ancestor.

Lin Xitang’s arm trembled as a layer of light blue frost spread from his elbow toward his fingers.

Strands of black mist condensed into the shape of a hand and plucked...