"Well, young man," the opponent said, "it's surprising that someone this young in our world has managed to become so strong. And yet… it turns out you're filth."
His expression darkened.
"Let me show you the vast difference between our cultivation, power, and strength."
The next thing everyone felt was a vast and domineering aura descending upon them. It was as if a god had arrived. Most of the crowd collapsed to their knees, their bodies trembling, unable to withstand the sheer strength of the aura.
The entire Cerulean felt it—like a sacred being had descended into the world. The earth hummed, the skies quivered, and it was as if the world itself was singing praises, welcoming a god.
"So, it turns out he's a Demigod." Adrian smirked, his gaze fixed on the young man.
"Well, it seems Master is in big trouble," Alya said, scrutinizing the young man. "He's very close to the ascension of godhood."
