Who Is the True King?

Hela recklessly radiated a terrifying aura, even more powerful than the aura All-Father Odin had possessed in the past!

At last.

One Asgardian could no longer endure this torture that pierced straight into his soul and fell to his knees with a thump.

Then came a second, and a third.

As long as one person failed to hold out, fear would continue to spread, and a whole wave of people would collapse.

Everyone stared at the woman in terror.

In their eyes, the woman before them seemed to have completely merged with Asgard. It was as if she were Asgard itself, this entire world, while all of them were nothing more than parasites clinging to her body—harmless, perhaps, but utterly meaningless.

"Very good." Hela's voice rang out again, and the entire scene fell silent.

From the very beginning, Hela had never intended to convince them with words. It would have been meaningless. Odin's ideals and image had already taken deep root in their hearts. All of Asgard was like a tamed tiger. Though it often dreamed of the days when it ran wild through the wilderness, it could never return to those days.

Therefore, only strength would do.

"It seems you all understand now. I am the current king of Asgard. But in truth, I don't need your recognition, because Asgard itself recognizes me!"

As Hela's voice fell, the ground suddenly began to tremble violently.

If they had not been kneeling, these people certainly would not have been able to remain standing.

Under their incredulous gazes, an endless stream of power surged into this place from across Asgard. Mu Jins flew in, and the soil began to warp and pile upon itself. A dark palace, larger and more magnificent than the one before, rapidly took shape. At its very center,