บท 829: Powerless

Izraz's bow showed Khan respect, but he couldn't see past the initial offense. That customary greeting couldn't have value when Izraz spoke about testing the rumors around Khan.

"[Test]?" Khan repeated, surprised his anger could intensify any further.

The environment reacted to Khan's mood. The spears above him shone brighter as their surface grew unstable. The company wanted to step back at the sight, but no one moved. The threat of being burned alive couldn't make those proud warriors retreat.

"[I like your anger, Blue Shaman]," Izraz exclaimed. "[It will finally bring me some entertainment]."

The word "[entertainment]" echoed in Khan's brain, triggering an instinctive reaction. His mind shut off the pain radiated from his legs as he darted forward. Izraz followed Khan's sprint, ready to intercept it, but something suddenly slammed on his nape.