The bandits were looking at their hideout from the small town with disbelief in their eyes. Their mouths were gawked open as their legs lost their power to stand.
Porealus smiled wryly behind the window of the room as he saw those Ascending Gods cultivators slamming their knees down.
"A-A True God!" said one of the bandits as they looked at Graham.
The ability to hover in the air had already proven his cultivation level but the entirety of his power was still unknown. How he nonchalantly appeared in the sky was undetectable as the butler standing behind Lyon and the immense pressure of coming out of his figure was insurmountable. The half-giant bowed and knelt to one person and one person only, and that young man was smiling a smirk the whole time.
"I will give you two options," said Lyon as he crossed his arms. "To die today, or tell Hezar to wash his neck."
