"Then I will kill you all."
My words hung in the air like a death sentence. The crowd that had been so eager to attack me moments ago now hesitated, sensing the cold murderous intent radiating from me.
Melvin Blackthorne was the first to recover from his shock. "Are you insane? Look around you! There are ten Grandmasters here!"
I surveyed the crowd with detached interest. Indeed, I could sense the powerful auras of multiple Grandmasters among them. Under normal circumstances, even one would be enough to pose a serious threat. Ten should have been overwhelming.
"I don't care if there are a hundred," I replied calmly. "Anyone who attacks me today will die."
Conrad stepped to my side, his face grim but determined. "Knight, you don't have to face them alone."
I appreciated his loyalty but shook my head slightly. "Stay back, Conrad. This isn't your fight."
