"Do any of you still have objections?"
Illidan Stormrage spoke calmly, his gaze sweeping from left to right over the Ant Emperor, the Devouring Lizard Emperor, the Mammoth Emperor, and the Scythe Emperor. Only the Scythe Emperor, relying on his demigod strength, remained utterly unafraid of him. None of the other three Abyssal Emperors dared meet his eyes.
Clearly, Illidan Stormrage's savage record of slaying the Ba An Emperor with one slash and the Demon Charm Emperor with two had thoroughly cowed these Abyssal Emperors.
In the Abyssal Plane, strength reigned supreme.
Although Illidan Stormrage had acted arrogantly and slapped them in the face, they bore him no resentment. Instead, reverence welled up within them.
Such was the unique environment of the Abyssal Plane. Slaughter was as commonplace as a daily meal, and all abyssal creatures had long since grown accustomed to it.
The Scythe Emperor's face darkened. He cast another wary glance at the divine artifacts in Illidan Stormrage's hands, the Warglaives of Azzinoth. His eyes flickered as he weighed the gains and losses, calculating his chances of victory if they fought.
Yet the final outcome of those calculations left the Scythe Emperor feeling rather bitter.
He realized that the demon before him was clad in lavish divine gear, armed from his teeth to the soles of his feet. He held the Warglaives of Azzinoth in both hands, wore the breastplate of the Forgotten Conqueror, carried Gul'dan's Skull at his waist, and had a demon cloak draped over his back. Ten rings adorned his ten fingers: the Ring of the Stormrage Crest, the Ring of Steadfast Strength, the Ring of Eternal Justice, the Ring of Gathering Storms, the Ring of Hidden Paths, the Ring of Veiled Shadows, the Ring of Immortal Life, the Ring of Endless Wisdom, the Ring