As I uttered these devastating words, there was no explosion nor apparent increase in power from me, in fact, my aura and cultivation seemed to completely vanish as at that moment I looked like an ordinary mortal.
My gaze seemed unbothered and indifferent toward it all as I coldly stared at my opponent as if to taunt him.
Icarus' brow deeply furrowed as his aura intensified, a sense of unease creeping up his spine.
A rush of god force coursed through his runic veins as a glimpse of True divinity solidified around him, forming a magnificent crimson Armor on his body.
Seeing this, I stayed calm.
It felt like nothing could destabilise or impress me, I felt like the entire world and it's narrative was in the palm of my hand, I felt like everything was a consequence of my thoughts yet I still didn't feel drowned by such ungodly power.
It felt... like the tip.
I felt thirsty for more.
It wasn't enough to drown nor overwhelm me.
