Yang Chen's gaze was not terrifying, yet when the Sky-Piercing Python met his eyes, the only thing that rose in its heart was a deep, profound fear.
As it looked at him, only one word came to mind.
That was...
King.
There was a kind of person born to be a king. It had once believed itself to be a king—the king of this Cold Water Belt, the king of the Demon Race, even the king of the many surrounding clans.
Yet when it saw the gaze in Yang Chen's eyes, brimming with the aura of a king, it realized just how childish its former thoughts had been. It was like playing house, foolish to the extreme.
So this was a true king? The gap between them was like a vast, bottomless chasm. Having seen it, it no longer had the slightest thought of trying to cross it.
It was afraid. Fear rose from the depths of its heart, and its body trembled as it said, "Y-you... what do you wish to ask?"
Seeing the once-arrogant Sky-Piercing Python subdued by Yang Chen so easily, no one could believe what they were seeing and hearing.
Yang Chen released his aura, intimidating everyone until they had no choice but to bow their heads in submission.
Only then did he say, "Start from the beginning. No matter how inadequate Senior Ling Yan might have been, there was no way he could have let a creature like you gain the upper hand. You did not have the ability to take Xiang Yue out of the Golden Crow Tribe. What happened within the Golden Crow Tribe?"
Pressed by Yang Chen like this, the Sky-Piercing Python was terrified, as though the most frightening point in its heart had been touched.
Yet as Yang Chen stared at