Turning the Tables
Locke spoke with emotion, his gaze settling on John.
"So, according to you, His Majesty's own power has reached its limit. His strength is still expanding continuously, but he can't break through. On top of that, he hasn't been able to control his power properly, which is why it's overflowing from his body."
At this point, Locke's voice paused.
As if afraid John hadn't understood, he offered a further explanation.
"The so-called power of true words is, in essence, Spiritual Power. What His Majesty is leaking is actually Spiritual Power, not the power of true words."
"Spiritual Power reflects the strength of one's soul. When it reaches a certain level but cannot be properly controlled, it most easily begins to leak out through the eyes."
"You feel immense pressure and even want to avoid him because His Majesty's overflowing Spiritual Power followed your line of sight and spread to you, exerting spiritual suppression. Your own Spiritual Power isn't strong enough, so you're unable to form effective resistance."
At that moment, Locke's explanation had undoubtedly aroused John's curiosity.
"Then, Patriarch, can you resist it?"
Hearing this, the corners of Locke's mouth curled up, and he gave a smug little chuckle.
"Are you kidding? Even during the Old Civilization Era, when experts were as common as clouds, I, your patriarch, was still an Extraordinary Mage! The fact that His Majesty managed to cultivate to this level truly surprised me. He can be considered powerful beneath the Extraordinary Realm, but until he steps into the Extraordinary Realm, he can never be my opponent."
Locke was rather pleased with himself after saying this.
Ever since those brats from his clan had gone to Great Zhou, perhaps influenced by that storyteller, they had become rather reverent toward Great Zhou's emperor. They even