I Presume?

Ryu stood before the Magma Devils, his hair billowing under the clash of cold and hot air. Even now, he seemed completely unmoved. 

"My blood?" He said coldly. "Since when did a mere Demon Baron have the right to speak of such a thing?"

Not to mention the First, Second and Third disciples of the Three Pupil Eclipse Sect, the Magma Devils themselves were absolutely stunned to hear such words. 

They were mighty Demon Barons. They existed on a plane of strength that could only be worshipped. When had they ever been looked down upon as 'mere' anything. 

However, at that moment, Ryu's aura began to rise. A tempest of whipping winds seemed to want to drown the world out completely. His momentum instantly suppressed the three Demon Barons before him, his expression icy to the point it seemed to cut across the rising heat with an undeniable ease. 

"Take form and conquer the world."

BANG!