As the Ching Chong family's patriarch dissipated into smoke, the battlefield fell silent, momentarily stunned by Bai Lung's power.
It felt like time has stopped in those dramatic indian tv series.
The men who had charged toward him moments earlier now froze in place, fear gripping their hearts as they realized just how outmatched they were.
It wasn't a ant they were facing, it was the fucking dragon.
Bai Lung slowly lowered his hand, the red glow fading from his fingers, and surveyed the battlefield with cold, calculating eyes.
He didn't need to speak; his presence alone demanded respect, or, at the very least some submission.
Even the Queen, who had seen his somewhat power before, couldn't hide the glint of awe in her eyes as she witnessed him decimate an entire force.
Well she had seen his powers but not to this extent.
