Asher stood tall and imposing in front of the crowd of demons, his eyes scanning the sea of faces with a fierce and unyielding gaze. His voice was deep and commanding, filled with a mix of arrogance and disdain as he spoke the words, "Anyone here wants to question my bloodline now?..."
He exuded a sense of confidence and power, his body language conveying his dominance over the demons in front of him. Even if there were demons present who were at a higher level than him, there was no question that his bloodline was incomparable to all of theirs. And this meant that eventually, he would be the strongest of them all, and none of them can barely hold a candle to him.
His arms were crossed over his ribcage, his head held high, and his shoulders squared. Even if his eyes were like pits of darkness, people could feel that he was daring anyone to question him just by feeling his gaze.
