Yang Chen's gaze was not terrifying, but staring into it only filled him with deep fear.
As he looked into the other's eyes, the only thought in his mind was one word.
That was...
King.
Some people are born to be kings. He used to believe that he was a king. He was the king of this Cold Water Zone, the king of the Demon Race, and even the king of many surrounding groups.
But now, as he looked into Yang Chen's eyes filled with the aura of a king, he realized how childish his previous thoughts were. It was like playing house, an extreme level of ignorance.
Is this a real king? The gap was so vast it seemed like an insurmountable chasm. After witnessing it, there was no longer any desire to try to breach the gap.
He was scared, fear emerging from the depths of his heart. His trembling body said, "W-What do you want to ask?"
Seeing the once-almighty Heavenly Giant Python so easily subdued by Yang Chen, everyone could hardly believe their ears.
