Chen Moyin's earlier arrogance, when he had clamored about slaying a pure-blooded Dragon Kind for merit, was nowhere to be seen. Like a quail drenched by rain, he hung his head deeply, his body trembling uncontrollably.
An ocean-tide-like pressure surged down upon them. Before the majesty Naga displayed, even their father—the man they had always respected and feared—seemed utterly inferior... No, the two were not comparable at all.
If their father's authority was a raging river, then the might this young girl displayed was a violent ocean beneath a hurricane, swallowing everything in its path!
"Why are mortals always so ignorant? The gap between me and you is like that between the bright moon and a firefly. You always overestimate yourselves..."
Naga's ethereal voice echoed through the room, as cold and clear as snowflakes drifting through the sky beyond the building.
However, she soon withdrew her pressure. The tidal oppression receded, and the weight "King's Authority" imposed upon the three of them lightened somewhat.
The three of them immediately felt their bodies and minds relax, regaining some ability to think.
Chen Moyin was nearly collapsing. He forced himself to hold on, quickly sweeping his peripheral vision across Naga's face before fixing his gaze firmly on the floor.
A nameless rage suddenly flared within him, scorching his organs... He was furious at his earlier loss of composure, furious at his helplessness before absolute power, and even more furious at the faint trace of cowardice that had surfaced in his heart.
This humiliated fury quietly changed, turning into a sliver of killing intent that he desperately concealed.
Naga's aloof, icy nobility, like that of a celestial maiden, vanished. In its place was the seductive charm of a mountain spirit.
"Now you understand, right?" She tilted her head, her voice syrupy sweet. "I