Acquaintances... three and a half? The Imperial Storm was stunned upon hearing it. There's such a thing as a half acquaintance?
But that's not the point, the point is, among those little ants, so many actually know this supreme being?
The Imperial Storm found himself in a tight spot, feeling like he was about to bully someone's child, only for the adult to show up.
He didn't know how to explain all this. In fact, he hadn't explained himself to anyone for hundreds of years.
After a long time, he sighed and spoke with difficulty, "If I say that I didn't plan to kill anyone, would you believe me?"
The shadow of the newcomer twisted slightly, becoming a bit more solid.
The Imperial Storm knew this was likely a precursor to action.
So his own shadow twisted as well, becoming even blurrier — this was his preparation for battle.
The newcomer could sense that the other side was ready to make a move, and asked slowly, "Do you really have a death wish?"
