Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2795 1533: Winds and Clouds Surging at the Banquet (Part 1)

As the deep, ancient voice resonated with commanding authority, a sumptuous scarlet velvet carpet unfurled from the left end of the banquet hall, radiating a brilliant magical luminescence.

Thunderous and forceful steps echoed through the air, as a sturdy colossal figure clutching a scepter advanced onto the crimson carpet, encircled by a retinue of towering attendants, unleashing waves of potent energy that rippled outward.

This appeared to be an elderly Giant King, his bronze visage etched with intersecting wrinkles and battle scars, while his thick, silvering beard, woven with mithril strands, cascaded down to his massive ears.

The golden crown atop the aged king's brow gleamed intensely, matching the opulent dark gold robe draped over him, which framed a stoic elderly countenance and a pair of hazy old eyes brimming with lethal intent.

Despite his weathered look, the king's enormous frame remained sturdy and imposing, its prominent muscular lines visible even beneath the robe, rivaling the builds of Rax and Bisos without question.

"Greetings, my King!"

The instant the old king emerged, Prince Mad Axe Rax disregarded his clash with Payton entirely, dropping to his knees alongside the other Half-Titan elites, lowering their enormous heads to the floor in utmost deference.

"So this is the Half-Titan lord? He looks decent enough, way better than someone like Rax."

Leo Ray arched an eyebrow faintly, starting to recollect details on this Half-Titan ruler, though the intel was sparse; still, Sina and Loris had scraped together a bit.

This venerable Giant King went by Hollis II, dubbed the Dome King, who had governed the Half-Titans for more than a millennium, his power at half-step tier 7 beyond doubt; rumors held he was merely a whisper from true demigod status, outclassing typical half-step tier 7 experts by a wide margin.

While Leo Ray scrutinized him, Hollis II had already claimed the massive golden throne at the red carpet's terminus, overlooking the assembled crowd from above.

Hollis II offered no command for the prostrate Half-Titan elites to stand, instead fixing his impassive gaze on Leo Ray at the hall's heart, "Are you the Emperor of the Human Race?"

"Isn't it basic manners to introduce yourself before prying into another's identity?"

Leo Ray lifted an eyebrow once more, countering deliberately, "And who might you be?"

"How insolent! This is our esteemed Dome King, His Majesty; beholding his presence is your honor!"

Rax, in the midst of his obeisance, snapped back icily, "Why aren't you showing respect?"

Yet, for all Rax's indignant bluster, his conviction rang hollow.

These very words had been scripted in advance, meant to be delivered boldly after cowing Leo Ray's entourage and affirming the Half-Titans' dominance, but Leo Ray's fierce retaliation had flipped the script, leaving Rax rattled.

"What nonsense; we were summoned here, not showing up uninvited—how is that any fortune for us?"

Sina, folding her arms with evident scorn, shot back, "Encountering the Emperor of the Human Race is truly your fortune!"

"Precisely; if salutes are in order, they'd be directed at the feet of the Human Emperor!"

Loris responded almost instinctively, without pause.

As the two leaders' words landed, the other elites—including old Gary—voiced their support, positioning themselves resolutely behind Leo Ray.

At first, the group harbored awe toward the formidable Half-Titans and Stone Giants, but Leo Ray's decisive overpowering of their own two half-step tier 7 fighters had naturally eroded such awe.

"You insignificant creatures..."

Hearing this, Lak moved to press the dispute further, only to be halted by Hollis II's upraised hand.

"Human Emperor, do you truly think that just you and that trinket on your shoulder can challenge us Half-Titans?"

Hollis II first signaled for the Half-Titan elites to rise, then a piercing spark ignited in his deeply furrowed aged eyes, scrutinizing Leo Ray like a predator, face still devoid of emotion, "Repent while you can; it might not be too late."

With Hollis II's declaration, an immense aura, far thicker than Rax's, erupted visibly, surging relentlessly across the banquet hall.

"Lord, this fellow isn't merely dipping a toe into tier 7—his other foot's nearly there too."

Sheila creased her brow slightly, conveying to Leo Ray mentally, "He's probably far tougher to handle than Rax."

Before Sheila could finish her thought, another colossal form materialized silently beside Hollis II, whipping up a profoundly intense spatial energy disturbance.

Upon closer inspection, it was a hunched elderly giant sorcerer, his wand—like a gnarled tree branch—warping the space around it, his bronze elderly features radiating haughty contempt.

"Your Majesty of the Humans, that's the Half-Titan Prince of Nothingness Bruce, the third half-step tier 7 besides Bisos and Hollis II—a scarce Space Great Magic Instructor!"

Sina, her expression tense, murmured to Leo Ray, "His mastery of spatial magic is downright frightening; word is, even spatial experts from top-tier factions tread carefully around him, steering clear at all costs!"

Following Sina's alert, unease flickered across Loris, old Gary, and the rest's faces, for now the Half-Titans' trio of premier half-step tier 7 powerhouses had all taken the stage.