Ye Tian stood amidst the colorful mana circles and the broken wills of the world's strongest.
His words still lingered in the air, reverberating in the ears of those who had witnessed his display of absolute dominance.
"Bow before me" he repeated, his tone unwavering, a sharp edge cutting through the silent battlefield.
"Or die."
For most, there was no choice. The weight of his presence alone was suffocating.
Yet, arrogance was a cornerstone of mages, and even now, it reared its head.
Among the 38 8th Circle mages, defiant voices emerged, carried on the winds.
"You think we, the pinnacle of humanity, will grovel at the feet of a boy?" one scoffed, his tone thick with disdain.
"Arrogant brat!" another snarled.
"How dare you demand such submission from legends like us?"
The group murmured in agreement, their pride igniting like a dying flame grasping at its final embers.
