“Greetings, Blood God Messenger,” Lord Barbenheim said weakly and bowed as much as his condition allowed. “Forgive me for not offering a proper salute, as I’m unwell.”

For all his noble rank, Lord Barbenheim was very humble and treated the Blood God Messenger with extreme caution.

The Blood God Messenger remained silent and did not ask further questions.

After a tense moment, Lord Barbenheim broke the silence.

“Messenger, our intelligence was wrong. Dustin is not a Martial Saint, he’s a Transcendent Martial King!

“A man of such terrifying potential at such a young age is unprecedented. He will become unstoppable if left unchecked. I implore the Divine Hall to dispatch a Supreme to eliminate him before it’s too late!

Furthermore, he carries the Fox family’s lost legacy, including their ancient techniques and an important artifact…”

Lord Barbenheim was worried that the Blood God Messenger might refuse his request, so he deliberately laid out his case in such detail.