The rest of the gathered geniuses and powerhouses, who floated silently in the air nearby, turned to look at Max with varied expressions—shock, curiosity, even fear. The scene inside the secret domain had already spread like wildfire among them: Max standing above piles of corpses, his name now associated with merciless slaughter.
"Hermes," a cold, commanding voice cut through the noise. Thunder Lord, the master of Thunder Monarch Hall, stepped forward, his sharp eyes glaring directly at Emperor Hermes. His voice carried the weight of absolute authority and killing intent. "If you don't hand over Max right now, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Hermes, you heard them," Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower said, his voice no less chilling, his black robe fluttering as a dark, oppressive aura spread from his body. "Max slaughtered countless geniuses this time. He's a menace that must be killed."
