Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Countless astonished gazes snapped toward him in unison.
Tyrant, Chief Judge, Mortician, Peerless General, Collector...
Nearly everyone made the exact same motion, turning their heads at the same time as if they had rehearsed it countless times.
After the overwhelming shock came overwhelming silence.
Only his neither-heavy-nor-light footsteps remained among the crowd. His stride was steady, and wherever he passed, people instinctively retreated, opening up a vacuum-like path for him.
With every step he took, wisps of misty black fog seeped from the void around him.
At first, it was only a faint strand, curling around the hem of his clothes and drifting with the wind.
With the second step, the black fog spread across his entire body, coiling around his limbs. Thick as ink, it obscured the golden patterns on his black-and-gold trench coat.
The third step!
Endless black fog surged explosively beneath the crowd's horrified gazes, churning and roaring like a dark flood that had lain dormant for ten thousand years before finally awakening.
The black fog twisted and intertwined, like the canopy of night descending. Layer upon layer, it finally formed an ebony robe of mist.
The black mist robe swayed without wind, pitch-black streams of light winding around him.
At that moment, Bai Ye was still Bai Ye, yet in everyone's eyes, he seemed like an entirely different person.
Every trace of mortal warmth had completely faded away, leaving only... detached indifference and lonely pride that stood above all living beings!
Black King... Bai Ye!!!
At that moment, everyone's minds went blank. This utterly inconceivable reality had violently shattered their worldview, leaving them unable to carry out even the most basic thought.
Black King... Bai Ye.
Their minds could hardly connect those two words.
It was too inconceivable.
So inconceivable that even if