Hero of Darkness

Kahn's declaration resounded in the throne hall as his voice echoed in the presence of all the important figureheads of the fiefdom. His words revealed in an imposing manner sent goosebumps on the bodies of the three semi-saints who dared to defy his authority and spoke as if they were looking down on him.

Flabbergasted! All the new arrivals were overwhelmingly bewildered by Kahn's sudden revelation of his true strength through his aura.

Because all of them had personally received training from the saints of their respective clans and factions for over a month prior to the Emperor's Chosen competition so they perfectly knew how intense and terrifying the aura of a saint was.

[Impossible! How did he become this strong?! It's only been two months!] thought Kassandra with a shocked expression. Unable to believe this sudden spike in Kahn's strength.

Out of everyone present in this room, she had fought against Kahn at his best in the finale and they were equally matched with their heaven-defying talent until Kahn pulled his ultimate skill at the last moment.

However, the current oppressive aura he emitted was many times denser and heavier than before. So the Raven Sorceress who previously thought she was weaker than Kahn only by a few times was also left speechless on the spot.

And the next second, Kahn's image flickered and appeared in the middle of this trio who already seemed ready to fight.

"My my… are you three under the impression that just because we're all semi-saints means you can fight me as equals?

You still don't seem to understand the hierarchy of power here." spoke Kahn as his terrifying aura almost made the three people cave in.

Just then, all three of them put their hands on their weapons and tried to retaliate.

Shing!

Before Celine could even pull out her dual swords, a long and white blade was put on her neck… and the one to do it was none other than Commander Stark.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, little girl.

This isn't your clan or faction where the stronger people than you will tolerate your measly strength and shenanigans because of your position as the heiress.

Move an inch and I will cut your head off." warned the old swordsman with an intense killing intent released from his body.

On the other side… Commander Mormont, the dwarven semi-saint, spoke to Ezekiel who tried to cast a spell using his scepter.

"My warhammer is specially made to break past the defenses of the magical class. Try casting a spell and I will break every bone in your body, boy.

And believe me.. I want you to try." he threatened in his heavy and rustic voice.

Both the commanders and their military houses had sworn their allegiance to Kahn. So no way would they allow a bunch of young and ignorant rich brats to pull out a weapon against their lord.

Sigh!

A deep sigh was suddenly heard and everyone paid attention to the source. And the one to sigh so loudly was none other than Kassandra who suddenly had a dejected face as if she suffered a great loss already.

And without caring about the current stalemate between Kahn, his people and the young semi-saints… she walked away from the crowd and sat down on a vacant chair that was left for their group before the whole scenario came to this moment.

Isaac and Veronica followed and stood behind her seat like her bodyguards without giving a glance at the current situation as well.

An attendant quickly offered Kassandra an aromatic tea and she casually took a sip while averting her eyes from her fellow semi-saints and their people as if saying…

'That's none of my business.'

Kahn too for some reason wasn't surprised by this behavior and spoke to the three young people…

In age, all three of them were older than him and Kassandra by 2 to 3 years but in his mind, he was already 31 years old now so he thought of everyone here as nothing but a bunch of kindergarten kids since he was a few years older than them mentally.

"Now then.. Let me bring you all out of your delusions.

Your factions sent you here in the name of training and supporting the people.

And the best way is to actually fight on the outposts where the monsters frequently attack.

But remember… all of you are only substitutes there and I will assign you under the commander of my choosing.

So eat up, go take a rest and await my orders." spoke Kahn in his kingly voice.

Just then… Victor, the halfbreed demonkin and the one who had the true demon bloodline spoke in an infuriated tone.

"You think you'll get away with insulting us?!" he said with clenched fists, almost ready to swing his scythe at Kahn's neck.

But instead of trying to reason with him… Kahn's eyes suddenly flashed yellow as soon as he made eye contact with the demonkin.

Executioner's Gaze!

Kahn finally used the Executioner's Gaze for the first time since the competition. Every one of the three semi-saints was stronger than him before but now that his levels surpassed them all, the skill could finally be used on them.

His gaze then turned to all three.

"You're not a special case or some talented prodigies here. This is my turf!

You don't stand at the top of the food chain here at all. So watch your steps or I'll cut down your feet if any of you overstep the boundaries." he warned in a serious tone.

Kahn then walked closer to the paralyzed demonkin who was the loudest of them all.

He put his hand on Victor's shoulder who couldn't even move a muscle at this moment and stood still like a lifeless statue.

"You speak too much for a guy who couldn't even stand up after just one attack from my Dragon Strike skill." spoke Kahn and the next second, his grip on the semi-saint's shoulder tightened.

Crack!

Right in front of everyone present in the throne hall, his firm hand dislocated the demonkin's shoulder.

But despite the intense pain, Victor couldn't even wail or scream in agony.

Kahn then came close to his ear and spoke in a grim tone.

"Next time you talk to me like that…"

His following words were still heard by everyone present in the hall.

"I'll kill you first and then talk later."