Who Says a Herrscher Isn't a Herrscher?

A golden Spiritual Pressure, almost like an aura, slowly appeared around the edges of his body.

A terrifying, chilling force rose around Luo Mio, crushing everyone present except Izayoi and White Night Dragon until they struggled to breathe.

Luo Mio looked directly at Mandra and spoke coldly.

"Although I don't know why you're so hostile toward us, No Name, and I don't care to know."

"But I'll tell you this: my companions were attacked in your Salamandra town."

"And instead of immediately capturing whoever was behind that attack, you wanted to punish us over some so-called honor?"

"Since you insist on pressing us so hard, I don't need to be nice about it, do I?"

As he spoke, the terrifying pressure around Luo Mio steadily intensified.

"Enough!"

At that moment, White Night Dragon's grave, stern voice suddenly rang out.

Along with her voice, an aura capable of contending with Luo Mio's abruptly appeared.

Luo Mio glanced at White Night Dragon, then calmly looked away and withdrew his pressure.

Still looking at Mandra, he spoke coldly.

"Some people, once they're pushed too far, are capable of anything."

"If you push me too far, I wouldn't mind making a community called Salamandra disappear from the North District forever. I mean what I say."

Not only Luo Mio—even Izayoi, who had been standing nearby all along, had no mirth in his frivolous smile. His eyes carried the same icy chill.

Such an awkward atmosphere left Jin and Black Rabbit unsure of what to say.

As the person responsible for inviting Luo Mio and the others, White Night Dragon let out a soft sigh before speaking to Mandra in an extremely grave tone.

"Even if you are Sandora's older brother! Sandora is now the Floor Master, and many matters should be decided by