The Price of Arrogance
"Young Master… I'm afraid we've gotten into big trouble this time."
Color fled Elder Black's face while he talked. Decades spent unwavering in the GrandMaster Realm meant nothing now - this man, once solid as stone for the Taylor family in Ashford City, seemed to float above sinking earth. Habit kept his spine rigid. Yet his shaky voice betrayed everything. The stillness cracked from within.
In front of a King realm expert—
Status meant nothing.
Titles, lineage, wealth… all of it was fragile glass before absolute strength.
Even the head of the Taylor family would hesitate before offending such a terrifying existence. Elder Black's throat tightened. How had someone of this level appeared in a remote wasteland town like this? It made no sense. King realm experts were figures who shaped cities, who decided wars, who made lesser families kneel with a glance.
And that sword intent just now…
It wasn't merely sharp.
It was annihilating.
