Easy
Ryu didn't say anything immediately. He faced True Sky God Arcus, his gaze placid and without the slightest ripple. The longer the silence lingered, the more obvious it seemed to feel that Ryu wasn't looking at a Sky God, he wasn't even looking at an equal, he was looking at an ant he would soon wipe clean from the soles of his feet.
The subtleties of Ryu's Dao, something Wynhorn had easily picked up on, was slowly becoming more and more obvious. True Sky God Arcus suddenly found that his smile was frozen in time, its candor and relaxed appearance becoming more awkward as the moments ticked by.
Without a word, Ryu took a step forward and True Sky God Arcus found him subconsciously moving out of the way. Before he could realize what he was doing, Ryu had vanished into the distance.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die."