Aaron tightened his grip on the man's throat.
With a sharp, effortless motion, he snapped the neck.
"Kill him!" the Emperor roared, stumbling backward in panic.
"You really think these low-level fools can touch me?" Aaron asked, a calm smile spreading across his face.
"Begun," Aaron said in a quiet, steady voice.
Several demonic cultivators rushed forward at once. They charged toward Aaron with murderous intent, weapons drawn and eyes blazing.
But the moment they moved, something impossible happened.
They realized they could no longer move.
They had already been killed sometime in the future.
The entire arena froze in stunned silence. Everyone stared at Aaron with wide eyes and open shock.
"How did you…" the Emperor asked, his voice trembling as he took another shaky step back.
"You really thought those guys could deal with me?" Aaron replied smoothly, reclining deeper into his chair. "Well, it's not the first time I've seen someone this arrogant."
