Imperial Knights have no need to prove their identity or status to Mortals. Even a Provincial Governor must kneel before an Angel of the Divine Emperor.
Amid gazes filled with doubt and horror,
Reinhardt strode forward with steady steps, stopping before the High Tier Cultivator who had fallen to the ground, soiling himself in terror. He looked down on the man, delivering a deathly stare.
The High Tier Cultivator's body trembled uncontrollably as he scrambled backward in terror.
Only when an Imperial Knight stands before a traitor do they understand the meaning of true, crushing pressure.
Tear tracks still stained his wrinkled face, and a panicked cold sweat soaked his robes. His loyal followers and students tried to get between the two, hoping to prevent the impending atrocity.
But when their eyes met Reinhardt's icy gaze—a gaze that held no regard for life—the fear of death seized them like a great hand throttling their necks, making it impossible to breathe.
