The moment Grey materialized inside the Golden Palace, the air pressure plummeted.
"Intruder!"
A dozen Royal Guards, the empire's finest, roared in unison. Their weapons flared along with their Qi and Blood, and they launched themselves at the black-robed figure with the coordination of a pack of wolves.
Grey didn't even blink. He didn't look at them. He just stared straight ahead at the golden throne.
Boom.
An invisible hammer of spiritual weight slammed down.
Tak! Tak! Tak!
The sound was sickeningly rhythmic. One by one, the charging elites crashed into the marble floor. Their knees shattered upon impact, weapons clattering from trembling hands. They couldn't lift their heads. They were forced to bow, their foreheads pressed against the cold stone by a gravity that existed only for them.
Grey walked calmly through the path of kneeling bodies.
