Grim stood motionless in the center of the chamber, his transformed body drawing the attention of every being present.
Mo Xuan trembled before him, his crystallized soul energy flickering as he tried to comprehend what he was facing. Ao Guang, despite his missing arm, watched with intense interest. The other Dragon Kings positioned themselves around the chamber, waiting to see what would unfold.
But Grim seemed distracted, his head tilted slightly as if listening to something only he could hear.
"Finally," came a voice that made Grim's eyes widen. "Finally, you can hear me, you stubborn fool!"
"Shut up," Grim said suddenly, his voice cutting through the chamber.
Everyone present looked confused. Mo Xuan had said nothing. The Dragon Kings exchanged glances, wondering who Grim was addressing.
"Who are you telling to—" Ao Run began.
"Not you," Grim interrupted, his hand moving instinctively to the sword at his side. The weapon he had carried but never drawn.
