Simonyi stood on the steps five or six segments away from Roland, slowly lowering his head to look down, his lips curled into a cold sneer, "Whether it's your Soul-Losing Swordmanship or other thorny schools, your scope and vision are far too petty and short-sighted. You have truly failed to understand our grand vision..."
"Hehe," he chuckled softly twice, "But it doesn't matter. If you don't understand, then you don't understand. Think whatever you want, even if the hatred and resentment in your minds are almost overflowing, it doesn't matter. However, what you can do is not up to you anymore! If you don't act, if you don't obey, then die! Hahaha..."
Slowly spreading his hands, an immensely overwhelming sense of oppression descended instantly. Dark energy surged from his back, rising like the face of a gigantic beast, staring intensely at the prey around it, its throat producing a menacing growl.
