Usan's eyes narrowed at her words.
He'd been a Rank 6 cultivator for a while now, but he'd fended off the urge to grow an inflated ego.
Partly because he didn't earn it, and partly because he wasn't the hard-headed type.
The same couldn't be said about those who got to that point with their own two hands.
They were all egoists, and the Empress of Drama was the same.
Except for that one kid. He was always a damn egoist. With serial killer tendencies.
KRSH!
CRACK!
KRK!
The Mother of Abomination took slow steps towards Usan, as though wanting the dread to sink in.
No such thing happened. Strangely enough, the rage in Usan's body drowned out any fear in him.
His hands and legs trembled, but Usan didn't know whether it was from anger or fear.
A small symphony played in the background, alternating between high and low octaves.
