章節 365: The Mantra

Despite being inside the heat choking environment. The man who was dubbed Young Emperor lived up to his name. He exuded no worries on his figure and especially his face. The smirk was there as if nothing was going to go wrong. The kind of emperor that made the people felt safe just by looking at him, just by his presence.

Kaiju, on the other hand, was looking at him with words choking on his throat. The figure that was hiding under the shadow easily wasted both of his arms with a single contact of blow and he couldn't even see where did the attack was coming from, yet, the person in front of him whose cultivation was way weaker, whose stamina was running its end, called the very same figure 'rotten'.

This was the difference between the two. Only Lyon didn't cower in the face of an opponent whose realm was entirely above and beyond himself. He stood firm and his heartbeat was constant despite the unknown was approaching with an eerie laugh and ominous aura.