"I am the son of Grace Lionheart, the successor and student of Eleanor, the future pillar of the Archery Association. My grandfather walks the land as the Demon of War. I saved the lives of the future of the Academy and many powerful people. Currently, I am ranked as the highest and perhaps the greatest genius of the academy..."
I spoke, my voice resounding within the halls of the palace. Slowly but surely, my cultivation started to cover over me, reaching within levels they couldn't see. Its power somehow took away the pressure of the Emperor in front of me. The atmosphere within the room turned darker as I continued to speak, my will filling up the place.
"I have faced more dangers than you can imagine. I came to this place as a guest because you invited me to this chamber. You asked about my interest in a gift, and when I spoke of it to you, you tried to suppress me with your pressure. Do you think I am someone to be suppressed?"
