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"Arrogant!" The current Emperor of the Orlando Empire snorted coldly upon hearing Muria's words, "Such lunacy, even I wouldn't dare to speak so recklessly! What qualifies you?"
"How can you lump me in with you? You have no right, but I do!" Muria responded confidently; he seemed to have nothing to fear now.
The strongest race in the world was his own, the slightly inferior Blazing Sky God Race was his wife's race, and similarly, the Metallic Dragon Clan was also his own race!
With such connections, such backing, in the world of Erathia, Muria really didn't know what else he should be concerned about, or rather, fear.
"...What are you? State your name!"
"Can't you guess?" Muria, who had merely extended a palm and effortlessly crushed the Emperor's bones, asked with a chuckle.
"..." The Emperor of the Orlando Empire fell briefly silent, what was there to guess? He had already figured it out the moment his palm was irresistibly crushed by Muria's extended hand.