Noah looked at the forty-five elites for a long time. There was no anger on his face. Instead, he had an amusing smile, the kind a scientist might give a strange bug under a microscope.

"Oh? You want to destroy this empire?" Noah asked calmly. "But why? Aren't we all humans? Why would you want to destroy a fellow human empire? In a universe filled with dragons, spirits, and monsters, shouldn't we be standing together?"

The young man at the front, Valerius, didn't answer.

It was another man behind him who stepped forward. His face was twisted with disgust, as if the very air Noah breathed was toxic.

"Shut up, ant!" the youth screamed. "How dare you ask us questions? We are not humans from the same lineage. We are far superior to you. In our eyes, you are nothing but trash that shares our shape. You are not allowed to be called humans at all. If you want to be our slaves, then we might spare your lives and let you serve us. That is the only mercy you will get."

Noah didn't respond to the man. He didn't even look at him.

Instead, he turned his head toward the Emperor of Aetherion, who was standing on the dais with a pale face.

"Your Majesty," Noah said, his voice carrying through the silent hall. "We are also a primordial empire, right? We have the land, the people, and the strength. So why are they behaving like they are superior? What am I missing here?"

The Emperor looked embarrassed. He coughed into his hand, looking down at the floor before sighing.

"Actually, Noah... it is a matter of history," the Emperor explained. "In the Great Void, the rule is that if someone reaches the top level of the Immortal King realm, they can establish a primordial empire. Our Ancestor was originally a member of the Nova Empire. But his bloodline was not considered 'pure.' He was born from a union between a human and a member of a lesser race, a dark elf."

The Emperor's voice grew a bit stronger, filled with a trace of pride for his forefather.

"Though our Ancestor became incredibly powerful, the Nova Empire refused to give him any authority because of his blood. They looked down on him. So, he left and founded Aetherion. He wanted an empire where bloodline superiority didn't exist, where talent and heart mattered more than who your parents were. But because of that 'tainted' beginning, the Nova Empire has never recognized us as a proper power. To them, we are a mistake."

Noah nodded, a look of understanding appearing on his face.

"Is that so? A grudge based on a family tree. How small-minded."

He turned back to the forty-five elites.

Valerius and his guards were leaking enough killing intent to freeze water, but Noah just looked at them with genuine curiosity.

"You know that this universe is fairly new, right?" Noah asked. "There are countless other universes in the lower real, then there are middle realms, and finally the higher realms. In all those worlds, there are billions upon billions of humans. How do you decide who has the 'pure' bloodline? By what standard do you judge the rest of the multiverse?"

As soon as he said those words, the elites felt like a bomb had detonated inside their heads.

The information shouldn't have been a secret to people of their level, but the way Noah said it, as if he had seen those worlds himself, shook their souls.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Valerius roared, his blue eyes glowing fiercely. "We are the descendants of the Supreme One! Even if there are other humans in some dusty corner of the void, they are garbage! They cannot be considered true humans. Only we carry the light of the stars in our veins!"

On Noah's shoulder, Beelzebub the black cat was vibrating with rage.

His fur stood on end, and his tail was thick like a brush.

"Master, please don't stop me," Beelzebub hissed in Noah's mind. "I want to tear their tongues out. I want to fuck these motherfuckers up. How blind they can be?"

Noah chuckled internally.

"Relax, Beelzebub. These people sound more like a cult than an empire. Killing them is too easy. I want to have some fun first."

Noah looked at the guests.

These forty-five elites were no joke. All of them were high-level Immortal Kings, and the six older men in the back were top-level Immortal Kings.

In any other part of the universe, this group could have wiped out a galaxy in an afternoon.

But to Noah, they were just ants who had crawled onto his dinner plate.

"You like to talk about being superior," Noah said softly. "You like to talk about dignity and bloodlines. Let's see how much dignity you have left when your bodies stop listening to you."

Noah didn't draw a sword. He didn't even raise a finger.

He simply used the Law of Command, a power that bent the very fabric of reality to his will.

"Put off your clothes," Noah ordered. His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated with the power of a Creator. "And dance like bar dancers."

The elites froze.

For a split second, they were about to scream and rip Noah's throat off for such a blasphemous insult. Their brains were screaming for blood.

But their bodies didn't care what their brains wanted.

Valerius's hands moved first.

Against his will, his fingers gripped the collar of his beautiful, starlight armor and tore it open. The metal, which could withstand a supernova, snapped like paper under the forced strength of his own hands.

"What... what is happening?!" one of the female elites shrieked, her voice cracking as her hands began unlacing her boots with lightning speed.

"Stop! My body! Why won't it stop?!"

They tried to fight it.

They channeled their massive cultivation, trying to blast Noah with energy, but the mana inside their veins was also under Noah's command.

It stayed still, refusing to move.

In less than a minute, the forty-five most "superior" humans were standing in the center of the grand ballroom, completely naked except for their underwear.

Their faces were bright red, some from anger, some from pure, soul-crushing shame.

"Sing," Noah commanded, looking at his Twelve Generals.

The Generals didn't miss a beat. They knew what Noah wanted.

They instantly pulled out musical instruments. Some had flutes, others began drumming on the tables, and a few started singing a fast, upbeat tavern song.

The music was loud, catchy, and completely ridiculous for a royal ball.

Suddenly, the elites began to move.

Valerius, the 4th Prince of the great Nova Empire, began to sway his hips. He arched his back and started dancing with a provocative, slutty rhythm.

The top-level Immortal Kings, men who had lived for millions of years, were doing high kicks and shaking their behinds to the beat of the drums.

They wanted to die.

They truly, deeply wanted to explode into dust rather than endure this.

But Noah's law was absolute.

"Look at the camera, Valerius," Noah said with a smirk. "Smile for your people."

Noah wasn't just doing this for the people in the room.

He was broadcasting this hilarious yet unfathomable historical scene.

Every screen in the Aetherion Empire, from the richest cities to the poorest mining colonies, was showing the "god-like" elites of the Nova Empire dancing like cheap entertainers in a dive bar.

The citizens of Aetherion, who had been terrified just moments ago, began to howl with laughter.

The fear that had gripped the capital planet vanished, replaced by mockery.

Even the Emperor, who had been shaking in his boots, had to cover his mouth to hide his grin.

"You look great," Noah remarked, leaning back and petting Lucius the puppy. "Your bloodline seems very flexible. Maybe you missed your calling. You're much better at dancing than you are at being ambassadors."

For one full hour, Noah made them perform.

They did splits, they twirled, and they struck poses that made the noble ladies in the room blush and giggle.

The elites were crying.

Actual tears of humiliation were streaming down their faces, but their bodies remained locked in the dance.

Finally, Noah waved his hand.

The music stopped.

The Law of Command vanished.

The forty-five elites collapsed to the floor.

Some curled into balls, trying to cover themselves.

Others just stared at the ceiling with hollow eyes, their spirits completely broken.

Valerius was shaking so hard his teeth were chattering.

He looked at Noah, but there was no arrogance left, only a deep, primal terror.

Noah walked forward, his boots clicking on the marble until he stood right in front of Valerius.

He looked down at the prince, who was shivering on the floor.

"Go," Noah said simply. "Go back to your 'True Human' empire. Tell your Emperor what happened here. Tell him that Aetherion is under my protection."

Noah leaned down, his eyes turning cold for just a brief second.

A sliver of his true aura leaked out, just a tiny drop, but it was enough to make every elite in the room feel like they were staring into the maw of a beast that could swallow the universe.

"Never come back again," Noah whispered. "Because next time, I won't make you dance. I will erase your entire empire from the map, and I will make sure history forgets you ever existed."

Noah snapped his fingers.

A spatial rift opened beneath the forty-five elites.

Before they could say a word or grab their discarded armor, they were sucked into the void.

Noah didn't just kick them out of the palace.

He threw them across the stars, dumping them right at the border of their own territory, still in their underwear.

The ballroom was quiet for a moment.

Then, a single person started clapping.

Then another.

Within seconds, the hall erupted in a roar of cheers that was louder than any celebration before.

They had witnessed something which they would be able to brag for the rest of their life.

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