One advance, one retreat; one flare of rage, one withdrawal!
All of it was completed in an instant, clean and decisive!
At this moment.
The fury and majesty of all the half-venerable elders seemed to exist solely to highlight just how supremely exalted the calm flick of the hand from the throne was!
Immediately after.
Sha Minghong's deep eyes, which seemed capable of reflecting the entirety of the cold, dark sea abyss, lowered once more—calm and utterly without ripples.
His gaze drifted lightly down upon the demon lords below, whose blood and qi churned under the suppression, their faces twisted with shock and towering fury as though they had been nailed in place, unable to move.
Sha Minghong's expression remained as calm as water.
There was even the faintest curve at the corner of his lips, one that sent a chill from the marrow through every demon lord who met his gaze.
His voice was not loud, yet it seemed to ring directly within the depths of every demon soul, clear beyond dispute:
"Other matters can wait."
Those words carried the absolute control of a final verdict.
"Now..." His gaze slowly swept across every enraged, distorted face below.
"This seat will give you an opportunity."
His voice was like solid ice grinding against itself in the dark depths of the sea.
An invisible pressure began to spread. It was no longer the violent aura released by the half-venerables, but a colder power—purer, darker, and imbued with absolute control—flowing down from the throne like seawater.
"As long as you..." He paused slightly, each word striking the hearts of the demons like a heavy hammer.
"Can... make this seat leave this throne..."
He lightly patted the savage armrest beneath him, shaped like the jaws of a colossal shark.
"...by taking one step