Of course, Khan didn't believe a single word he had said. Truth be told, he didn't even remember them.
The state of anxiety Khan had fallen into was so deep that his mind had defaulted to instinctive responses. It would devise anything as long as he could get out of his predicament as soon as possible to chase after the God.
Khan had always been good with words, and his knowledge of the Thilku Empire had made them quite sharp, hoping that his insults could earn him a reaction from the fuming Emperor he could exploit.
And Khan had succeeded, albeit not in the way he had expected.
The punch that landed on Khan's face was simply earth-shattering. Even his direct clash against the Great Old One paled before the might that crashed onto his cheek, and the spherical separate dimension seemed to agree.
