The arrival of the five great gods of war caused a ruckus in the hall.
Everyone was stupefied on their spot, including the hundred and twenty grandmasters.
"Supreme lord!"
"Klaus Marshall!"
Lord Rafael couldn't process any of the words he just heard. How could the supreme lord be this young, and why was he answering the Marshall family name.
Could he really be from the Marshall family?
'That is impossible!'
Lord Rafael's forehead folded completely, the Marshall family had no sons or daughters.
Lord Marshall had no son, and so did his wife before their separation.
How could this brat be answering the Marshall family name?
"You may all rise up now"
Klaus said as he gallantly stood in the middle of the five great gods of war, his disciples.
His words caused everyone's eyes to burst open in shock and to their greatest surprise, the five great gods of war obeyed Klaus' words.
"Master!"
