High Lord Ursa's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth so hard the bony sound it made—even reached where High Lord Rashal was. His ancient body surged with rage—like he was young again, and his old bones rattled as his muscles contracted.
He couldn't stand High Lord Rashal's arrogance.
'So what if I become a High Lord because I have a high-class family? So what if I retained my position by cheating others?' He clenched the trident in his hand tightly as his aura began to rise, abyssal blue—and it reeked of the bad side of the ocean. 'Nobody has ever retained their position as long as I have. Every person that started with me was now gone, while I have carved my name in history!'
'Do you think anyone could achieve what I've achieved?!'
Now, the rage had already reached his chest, making his breathing heavier than it was.
And his aura was rising so much that the dark ocean underneath began to part obediently.
