Driven by his instinct to survive, Zoldat...
Used almost every ounce of strength he had to force a few words through clenched teeth.
He tried to seek shelter behind the rules. "Sir, this is the Magic Principality."
"Under the Adventurers' Guild's rules, adventurers... aren't allowed to kill one another within the city."
"I'm not a Demon King. Naturally, I won't kill someone over a disagreement."
Cui Ciyou's tone was so calm that he might have been stating a simple fact.
He lifted his chin toward Susanna, whose expression was also somewhat conflicted.
"Just apologize to Susanna."
The terrifying, almost tangible Pressure intensified once more.
Zoldat felt his knees buckle and nearly dropped to them on the spot.
He knew the man was telling him something.
There were countless ways to make his life worse than death without actually "killing" him.
Fear utterly overwhelmed that ridiculous arrogance.
Zoldat turned his head with difficulty to look at Susanna and forced a few words through his teeth.
"I'm... s... sorry..."
Only after hearing that stammered apology did Cui Ciyou slowly withdraw his godlike Pressure.
The invisible mountain weighing down on Zoldat and his companions vanished in an instant.
"Huff... hah..."
Zoldat and his companions gasped for breath as though utterly drained, their bodies already soaked in cold sweat.
His face was filled with the terror of someone who had narrowly escaped death. Not daring to utter another pointless word, he practically scrambled out of his seat on all fours.
He tossed a bag of coins onto the table and fled the inn with his companions in a pitiful state.
The trouble was over.
Yet an eerie silence still lingered throughout the inn's hall.
The curiosity and disdain in everyone's gazes had turned to profound awe and fear as they looked at Cui Ciyou's