The tension in the air was palpable as the standoff continued. Despite the presence of three full God Emperors, titans of power whose very existence shaped the fate of entire sectors of the cosmos, it was the half-step God Emperor who slowly walked to the forefront of the group.
His commanding presence was such that even the other terrifying experts instinctively made way, acknowledging his authority without a word being spoken.
This being's gaze was something out of a nightmare, his eyes swirling with miniature galaxies of lightning that howled with barely contained fury. It was a gaze not meant to be endured, let alone defied. Lesser cultivators would have been struck dead on the spot, their very souls shattered by the weight of that stare.
When the half-step God Emperor's gaze landed squarely on Cain, the intensity was such that even the mightiest of Paramount Gods would have collapsed to their knees, begging for mercy.
