"You have reached this level of strength already. That is not easy." The pressure around him intensified faintly. "So I will give you one final chance. I do not know your grievance against me and my empire. Leave now, and I can pretend tonight never happened."
His tone carried unquestionable authority. Then his eyes turned colder. "Or, if you truly are not afraid of dying after cultivating to this level, stay."
The atmosphere instantly became heavier. Even the winds around the capital seemed to freeze.
Michael looked at the emperor quietly. Then finally, he spoke.
"I killed two imperial princes. If your empire can promise in front of everyone here that you will not pursue this matter further, then I will leave."
Silence.
"But if you cannot, then let's fight to the death."
The skies trembled faintly. Below, countless people held their breath.
