"Very well, let us discuss this...properly."
*Boom!*
An overwhelming pressure exploded from Emperor Markus's body, crashing down on everyone in the arena like a mountain falling from the sky.
Those closest to him dropped to their knees instantly. Some coughed blood. Others couldn't even breathe.
The spectators in the stands gasped collectively, their faces going pale as the crushing aura washed over them in waves.
"What... what is this pressure?!"
"I can't breathe!"
"This is the emperor's true power?!"
In a secluded corner of the arena, Qin Tian's master—an old man hidden beneath layers of concealment techniques—whispered in barely contained shock. "Martial Saint..."
Qin Tian's head snapped toward the voice only he could hear. "Master, you said Martial Saint? You mean—"
