Meanwhile, an instinctive reaction drove Moke to swiftly shield Komurasaki behind his broad body.
Daikoku's pack of lackeys, however, were scared out of their wits. They retreated like a receding tide for over ten meters before finally stopping.
It seemed that only by keeping a sufficient distance from Moke could they slightly ease the fear buried deep within their hearts.
One somewhat braver fellow in the crowd trembled as he demanded, "Y-you... who the hell are you?!"
Moke merely swept his gaze over the cowards and replied flatly, "Listen up. Go back and tell that so-called Shogun of yours that my name is Moke!"
Before his words had even faded, his eyes suddenly widened in fury as he roared at the top of his lungs, "Get the hell out of my sight!"
In an instant, surging Ghost Aura erupted from Moke's body like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
Already imposing and murderous, he now resembled an Asura war god clawing his way out of the abyss of the underworld.
The bone-chilling aura surrounding him, combined with his savage, violent, utterly domineering presence, dealt a crushing blow to the soul of everyone present.
Yet surprisingly, although Moke released such terrifying pressure, he controlled it with precision and did not affect O-Tama beside him in the slightest.
At that moment, O-Tama remained as innocent as ever. She tightly held Moke's large hand, her wide eyes curiously darting around as she carefully observed everything happening nearby.
The moment he finished speaking, the overwhelming aura vanished without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, the Moke who radiated piercing cold and made everyone shudder had disappeared, replaced by a man wearing a "kind and amiable" smile.
"Phew..." Daikoku's underlings all let out long breaths in unison, secretly rejoicing.
In that terrifying instant just