"W-- What?!"
"That is exactly what I was afraid of."
"What do we do now?!"
Panic erupted in the hall after Robin's words. Robin's words were the absolute worst-case scenario; they were the nightmare of everyone who agreed to disobey the order to gather the army, and they were the main reason why others rejected the idea.
"Mr. Robin, I didn't understand what you said; would you please explain? This is your sect; it was your idea to build it. You put in your life's work in this massive project, and you are saying farewell. Where do you think you are going? I'm afraid this won't work..." Thandor spoke quickly, with a smile and a wide-open staring eye.
Robin looked at him from top to bottom; whether it was Thandor's words or his facial features, they were all threatening and intimidating, and he wasn't even doing much to restrain himself any longer.
"Hmph." Robin turned and headed for the door; there was no more room to speak with these people. All that needed to be said had been said, and it was over; adding another word would be a waste of breath.
"STOP, I won't let you leave!" Thandor stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs when he saw Robin ignoring him.
When Robin heard this, he stopped his foot mid-air and looked back slowly with a murderous look, a look that was enough to send goosebumps to Thandor's backbone.
"RAAAAAAOOOORRRRR!!!"
Amon issued the strongest roar he could manage and released his bloody aura intensely again, but the difference was that this time he didn't restrain himself even a little; most of those present in the hall couldn't even say a word under the influence of his absolute suppression
Then Amon took a step to stand between Robin and Thandor and shouted in a rough voice, "Come and try to stand in my master's way; I dare you to do it!"
"YOU...!!" A look full of awe filled Thunder's eyes when he felt the power of Amon, not because he is much stronger than him; It even can be said that Amon is still weaker than him or barely equivalent to him in the best case
What really shocked him was that Amon was... Amon!
This is the famous Demon who was following Robin as his shadow everywhere. Only a year ago he was still as powerful as a low-level dragon and a high-level saint, but now after just one year he could stand in front of him as an equal and challenge him?!
"Thandor, that trash demon insulted me before you got here and is now insulting you. How long will we be silent in the face of these repeated insults? We are the chiefs of the only remaining damn seven giant tribes. Since when can we be treated like this?!" Zalkis stood up and shouted, but he didn't address his words to Amon this time; in fact, he was sweating a bit...
Amon's current aura is even stronger than when he frightened him silly just a few minutes ago!
This demon is already disrespecting them all now when he is barely an equal. What if they gave him more time to mature?
"Right, that thing should be punished."
"Those Demons are just dogs who have finally gained a voice for themselves, and now they want to bite us back!"
Supported by the requests of all the other giant chiefs, Thandor gathered his focus again and spoke to Amon, "For the good of your kind, and lest we force you all to go back to playing in your own shit as before, withdraw your aura at once and kneel and apologize."
"GUURRRR!!!! Kneel down and apologize? COME AND MAKE ME." Blood rushed to Amon's head when he heard the words of the giants' chiefs insulting his race; every word he heard was like an arrow that pierced his heart, so he stood in an offensive position and prepared his strength in his claws and hips, ready to pounce on them at any moment.
He wasn't even sure anymore if he was doing this to protect Robin or for himself; either way, these arrogant giants need to be put in their place!
Thandor slammed the table when he heard this and shouted, "Today I will teach you a lesson you damn thing you won't forget; you have doomed everyone in your race! I will capture them again and I will—"
*VROOOOOOOOM*
*BAA BAA BAA*
At that moment, a large hammer appeared in Jabba's hand, and he unleashed his power that reached a lower-level Sage in the Inner Energy Technique and a high-level Dragon in the Body Strengthening Technique, and instantly everyone and everything in the hall went crazy.
Their chairs and all the cups, plates, and vases in the hall were broken
"Errrrrrrr!!" Most of the people around the table tried to even raise their heads from the intensity of the pressure, but they did not succeed; it seemed as if a thousand tons of metal suddenly descended on their heads.
"WHAT-- POWER-- IS-- THIIIIS?!"
"IT-- IS-- GRAVITY!!!"
"ARGHHHHH!!!!" Thandor yelled when he realized that it was Jabba who was doing this in the hall and shouted as he tried to get up again, "You are attacking your father, you ungrateful bastard?!"
*VROOOOOOOM*
*CRAAAACKKK*
The wave of gravity coming from above suddenly intensified and sent Thanor back to his chair, and some of the weak elders felt their hearts stop; even the huge table and chairs made of the finest and strongest types of wood used to make divine armor started to crack.
Jabba slowly looked around at the faces of the elders and chieftains who seemed to be suffering, then spoke softly, "You all really don't know shame; you want my master to invent, craft, and plan for you, and at the same time you don't want to do a single thing for him...
He pulled you out of your hellish lives, he warned you of the coming invasion fifty years before it, and he gave you the entire eastern region, and soon he was going to give you the whole world, but you do not want him to help him in revenge for his wife; you want everything without paying a price. Who do you think you are!?
...no one wants to keep my master here more than me, but I will not be stupid enough to stop him by force. You idiots hit his most sensitive nerve, which he suffers from the most right now...you backstabbed him. And now you want to make matters worse by forcing him to stay? My master will not accept doing anything against his will; if you try, he will simply commit suicide... that is, of course, if the demon race allows you to keep him here in the first place."
Then Jabba looked toward his father, "Little advice... Please choose your words in dealing with the Demon race from now on, Mr. Thandor. You didn't see what I saw, and to simplify to you their present condition, measure the increase of Amon's power over all the demons who crossed the Space Portal during the last year. Respect them by your will or by force; either way, you WILL respect them, or you will drag the lightning clan to unnecessary hell."
After Jabba finished speaking, he returned his hammer to the Space Ring and dispelled the gravitational field, allowing everyone to raise their heads again and look at each other in shame or anger.
Except for Thandor... Who looked at his son in shock and muttered, "Mister... Thandor...?"