"You think I wouldn't dare?"
Hyuga Xiao's voice fell into the crater. There was no impassioned roar, only an almost cruel calm.
The invisible giant hand formed from azure ocular power suddenly tightened as his words ended!
"Creak—"
A scalp-numbing sound of crushing rang out, not against anything physical, but directly within the mind.
The pale phantom floating in midair, its arrogant face formed from chakra, instantly twisted out of shape. Like a lump of clay being kneaded by overwhelming force, the pale light composing its body flickered violently, waxing and waning as though it would be snuffed out completely the next second.
"You... you lowborn bastard from the lower realm! You dare lay hands on a descendant of the gods?!"
The phantom's roar no longer carried its former superiority. In its place were utter shock, rage, and incomprehension.
It could not understand!
How could an inferior bloodline from a filthy planet possess such pure, such tyrannical ocular power? This power was even purer than the Byakugan the lunar elders were so proud of!
It made no sense! It violated the ironclad laws of bloodline left behind by Lord Hamura!
"Gods?"
A deeply mocking curve rose on Hyuga Xiao's lips as he exerted force with his fingers again.
"Pfft!"
One of the phantom's arms was forcibly crushed beneath the horrifying grip of the invisible hand, exploding into a small cluster of pale chakra motes that scattered in every direction.
Yet before those motes could dissipate into the air, they were seized by an even stronger gravitational force and swept backward into Hyuga Xiao's palm like rivers returning to the sea.
"Arghhh—!"
The phantom let out a pained howl. This was not merely the agony of having its chakra stripped away, but the humiliation of having its dignity trampled beneath the