บท 847: The Midas Touch

'W-what is going on right now?'

Emperor Kuzon, even when arrayed with powerful artefacts while being in his Emperor Mage Mode, found himself trembling slightly.

As he raised his head and witnessed the amount of power condensed in the ever-growing multi-elemental orb floating on the palm of his opponent, Kuzon felt a degree of intimidation that he hadn't experienced since the tragic day he lost his parents.

He had vowed never to suffer defeat at anyone's hands ever since that moment, and he couldn't break that promise now—not to this newcomer.

'Tch! What trick did those Outers pull?' Now wasn't the time to dwell on those matters, but Kuzon was certain they were using underhanded means.

'It doesn't matter, though…' A smile formed on Kuzon's face.

Even though he hadn't expected himself to utilize this power yet, it seemed he was left with very little choice in the matter.