The kings of the seven nations and the elder shaman were flabbergasted when a black figure walked past the golden pillars.
As the Sea King reached out his hand, the halo which was pierced into the golden-eyed teen's heart returned to his hand.
He then walked to the thunderstruck golden-eyed teen who was twitching, reaching out his hand to the latter's face.
"Young man, out of all the things you could learn, you chose to imitate the grownups by trying to become the boss. You're too young for that!"
As he spoke, the Sea King slashed the halo across the teen's neck. Golden blood dripped from it, and the teen fell to the ground. The rotating runes in his eyes instantly stopped rotating.
"Who... are... you!?" the pupils of the elder shaman shrunk as he asked through clenched teeth.
"Who am I?" the Sea King looked toward the elder shaman and smiled.
Roar!
