Riley did not flinch. He had anticipated this reaction.
Every step of his journey had been a calculated risk, and every confrontation had been a test of patience, will, and perception.
His mind raced, analyzing the man before him—the speed of his cultivation, the depth of his divine sense, the layers of power he had likely accumulated over countless years.
"It doesn't matter whether you kill me or not," Riley said, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable weight, "because you've already given up years ago. The true danger isn't me—it's the invaders at your borders. This entire realm… it's only a matter of time before it's swallowed whole by forces you've ignored for far too long."
His words made the handsome man's hand freeze mid-motion.
The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with tension.
This man—powerful, composed, and exuding authority in every gesture—was none other than the true owner of this multiverse.
