Rothchild

"Very well…"

Alton lightly nodded. Then his dark pupils turned yellow as several tiny yellow electric bolts flickered within them.

Then he unhurriedly raised his hand and... grabbed the fist.

Pat!

There was no massive collision, no destructive shockwave... There was nothing but the faint slapping sound produced when the fist met the palm. 

It was as if the demon emperor hadn't used any strength at all, which obviously was not true.

The demon's expression turned dark, horror filling his blood-red eyes.

The moment his fist had touched his palm, he had lost all strength, not only in his punch but also in his entire body.

Right now, he could not utilize even a shred of his impressive physical strength, his demonic energy, or his bloodline energy. 

He helplessly tried to retreat, only to fail.

"...Let me be the first Rothchild to kill a demon emperor in this war."