The silence was short-lived. The Ashura King's crimson eyes blazed with a wrath that seemed to churn the very air around him, sparking tension across the hall. Gritting his teeth, he allowed his aura to explode outward, and the oppressive energy crackled around him, pressing down like a storm about to break. Despite his bruised pride and the bruises across his massive frame, he wasn't ready to yield—this would only fuel his rage further.
"Adams!" he roared, his voice an unholy blend of fury and determination that echoed off the walls. His six arms flexed, muscles bulging as he widened his stance, preparing for what would be the ultimate demonstration of his might. "Prepare yourself for the true wrath of the Ashura King. I will show you power beyond mortal comprehension!"
