Deniel's eyes immediately narrowed as the full might of his cultivation erupted.
The sky itself began to tremble and compress, as if an invisible hand were crushing it from all directions. Space warped under the pressure, and the air grew heavy with suffocating force.
"Do you truly dare to defy the command of a Sacred Kingdom?"
Every word he spoke carried overwhelming killing intent, infused with immense power that shook the surroundings.
"I caught a glimpse of your strength from the memories of those who took part in the Nirvana Stronghold's battle," Deniel continued coldly. "But defeating a Realm Ruler from one of the three weakest realms is something any Sword of the Nightmare Sacred Kingdom can accomplish."
Cain's eyes sharpened.
He could feel it clearly now—Deniel's aura was no weaker than that of the Eternal Soul King.
