Elsewhere, even the Netherworld King's pupils contracted slightly.
"Did you feel that?" the Ghost Princess asked quietly, a rare gravity in her voice.
The Netherworld King gave a slight nod. "This man is too overbearing!"
A flicker of shock appeared in the Ghost Princess's eyes. "You mean..."
"He didn't come here to win," the Netherworld King said, his voice sinking to a low rumble. "He came to kill!"
The Ghost Princess fell silent.
They both looked toward the black-hooded figure on the battlefield. For the first time, helplessness rose in their hearts.
"Show me your full strength."
The hooded figure stood where he was, watching the Golden Dragon King. His voice remained calm.
"You'll only get one chance to strike."
The Golden Dragon King crawled out of the ruins, drenched in blood. More blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his head and looked at the hooded figure's unhurried stance. Rage erupted inside him like a volcano.
"I... concede!"
"Why..."
"Why must you keep pushing me?!"
The Golden Dragon King's voice was hoarse with unprecedented humiliation and fury.
He was the heir to the Dragon Emperor's bloodline, the Demon Realm's strongest trump card, a peerless prodigy destined to one day reach the pinnacle of the Ninth Heaven Realm!
But now he didn't even have the right to concede?
What gave this man the right?!
The hooded figure did not answer.
He merely watched the Golden Dragon King in silence. Beneath his hood, that faint curve of a smile never faded.
"Go on with your futile struggle."
"Once you step onto the battlefield, you must be ready to die!"
The Golden Dragon King shuddered.
He looked at the hooded figure's calm, unhurried bearing, then at the undisguised indifference in the eyes hidden beneath that shadow. At last,