Divine Emperor of Death

"What's your age?"

Davis asked, his sapphire eyes widening a bit in astonishment as he could sense that the martial energy Raeburn Zlatan released was supposedly at the very peak, no, even slightly comparable to a Low-Level Martial Sage Stage Expert.

No wonder he bragged about being a genius of the large-sized Territories because Davis mused that even those top young experts from the mid-sized Territories would find it more challenging to achieve this feat. At the least, that was what the feeling the Dual Lotus Manor gave him when he visited it.

'So that could mean that the top young experts at the Zlatan Family would actually be able to bridge that gap and perhaps deal with Mid-Level Martial Sage Experts due to their tremendous and innate energy and physique provided by the blood of the Golden Dragon Immortal from time immemorial...'

However, Davis also mused that he may be overestimating them or maybe he didn't, but he knew the truth that these people who have degraded with time couldn't possibly match his or Isabella's prowess as they were new blood. The concentration of power that he and Isabella could conjure was much power than them, and that was also a factor in him being confident against Raeburn Zlatan.

Nevertheless, his thoughts weren't over this brat who could be sent for probing but the people behind him.

Was it possible that they could be hidden somewhere in this Territory, possibly watching them going to battle?

'No, if the Dragon Families are as the rumors claim them to be, then they are haughty enough to meet Isabella in a straightforward manner, but the reason that they don't do so is probably that they don't want to lose face and verify that she is a true character with dragon blood? Or do they want him to defeat her and make her know her place?'

'But, this retard isn't even at Martial Sage Stage. How could he possibly defeat Isabella? The world practically knows that she entered the Martial Sage Stage when she suppressed the Aqua Flood Dragon in front of a whole bunch of Alstreim Family people, including the Elders and the Grand Elders.'

'Wait...! The four great dragon families that are said to be in a grand alliance... Is it possible that they collectively decided and sent the Zlatan Family as a representative to probe her attitude towards them, becoming impatient already?'

'This must be the most likely scenario I could think of right now...!'

Hundreds of thoughts ran in Davis's mind in the two seconds that Raeburn Zlatan haughtily looked at him with his overinflated pride.

"Two hundred and ninety-eight..."

Davis subconsciously nodded his head, seemingly approving.

"What? You're surprised and astonished?" Raeburn Zlatan looked as if his pride had been fed, "That's normal... After all, I have the blood of the magnificent and dignified Golden Dragon Immortal flowing within me, and a commoner like you who had a few lucky chances in Soul Forging Cultivation could never ever hope to match me! I'll just keep growing till I reach the very peak of the Eighth Stage while you would hit your potential limit very soon."

"But you're not bad as I heard you were under hundred years old. With the resources of our Zlatan Family, you could've at least reached the realm of becoming Soul King, but..."

A wry yet teasing smile emerged on Raeburn Zlatan's face.

"You should've listened to me when you had the chance, but now, no amount of pleading is going to save you unless... of course..." An imperceptible l.e.w.d smile appeared on his lips, "Your Young Mistress obediently comes out and pleads leniency for you, all alone since you're her most favorite..."

Davis couldn't help but lower his head, feeling an intense emotion well up over him, but he ended up heaving an exasperated sigh.

'This retard just revealed that the Zlatan Family intends to recruit Isabella, or he just didn't care and revealed it... but it works for me...'

He raised his head, a sharp light gleaming over his sapphire eyes, "Is that all you have to say? Is there anything else left that you would like to blabber out?"

Davis's voice was loud. Their voices were loud and clear as they talked from a distance of a dozen kilometers, where it was easily crossable in an instant for them.

"You know what?" Raeburn Zlatan deviously smiled, "I still have something left to blabber out..."

*Whoosh!~~~*

The air reverberated as he instantly disappeared from the place he stood, leaving behind the broadsword that floated in the air. His speed was tremendous as he flew towards Davis, appearing beside him the next second as he crazily smiled, his lips moving.

"Congratulations, you just dug your own grave for being impudent towards me for more than thrice..."

Tremendous and magnificent earth-attributed martial energy revolved around his body before it shot towards the brunt of his fists. He pulled his arm, looking as if he was about to release a heavy mountain's weight against Davis as the pressure alone that formed before his punch looked as if it was going to crush Davis!

*PahhH!~~~*

A heavy slap sound echoed!

Raeburn Zlatan didn't know what had happened until he realized that he was sent flying while a searing pain became prominent on his left cheek as it greatly stung. The veins on his forehead stuck out as he f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y gained balance after flying a kilometer away, but at that point, his face was already covered red in embarrassment and shame!

He turned his head and saw the dumbfounded expression of the onlookers, but that just made him feel even more worse!

Ancestor Dian Alstreim's eyes were wide as he didn't think Davis was at the High-Level Martial Master Stage! He saw him slightly take a step forward towards the front before his arm swung in a clear, beautiful arc, slapping Raeburn Zlatan's face as he sent him flying. It was done so cleanly that he practically looked at Davis in awe.

It was his first time witnessing an arrogant brat from the large-sized Territories, especially a person from the great Zlatan Family being put in his place!

Davis looked at his palm, feeling the impact. He had used fifteen percent of his martial energy's prowess, feeling that it should've been enough to make his face a mangling mess, but it looks like that his slap was unable to injure him, only leaving behind a bright print of his palm on his left cheek.

After all, Davis was able to fight toe to toe against a Low-Level King Beast Stage Magical Beast with his martial prowess alone during the training session, so he mused that if he were to attack with full force, this retard would undoubtedly die.

'Seems like the blood of the Golden Dragon Immortal has given them a tremendous advantage in terms of defense... No wonder they act so pompous even in front of the four great righteous powers...'

Davis mused, thinking that the Zlatan Family indeed had the qualifications to be arrogant, but to be arrogant in front of him and even taunt him by degrading Isabella,

Even though pulling in the Zlatan Family's aggression wasn't his intent, how could Raeburn Zlatan even dare to think about Isabella that way in front of him and even openly say it?

That was courting death!

He still didn't feel satisfied as he wanted to crush his balls into a meat paste, as Natalya said.

"You've been hiding your Body Tempering Cultivation...!" Raeburn Zlatan gritted his teeth as he stared daggers at Davis.

"I never hid it... I just didn't have the opportunity to showcase, but now that the so-called Dragon Families have sent a person like you to needlessly offend my Young Mistress, I guess that I need to let them know that my Young Mistress's credibility isn't something that can be easily infringed upon."

Raeburn Zlatan's face increasingly became ugly as he knew that he lost face amidst this Territory which he completely looked down upon. He never expected someone like Davis to appear here.

Furthermore, this Davis only released the High-Level Martial Master Stage's undulations, causing his left cheek to stung in pain even more. That was one level lower than him, and yet, he, a proud son from the Zlatan Family, had been miserably slapped. He was completely humiliated, making his eyes go bloodshot while he didn't even deem to hear the words that Davis spoke.

"You will pay...!" With a low yet heavy mutter, he dashed through the skies.

The broadsword that was floating far off also began to shoot towards them at a blinding speed.

Davis maintained the same attitude of not even taking a pose against Raeburn Zlatan. He kept his hands behind his back, looking absolutely calm, and that evoked many elders who were witnessing the start of the battle with awe.

Raeburn Zlatan learned his lesson and didn't near Davis as he stopped a few hundred meters behind before he swung his whole body and unleashed a frightening fist at Davis! Pure golden martial energy spurted from the whole of his arms as it transformed into the shape of a two-horned golden dragon.

"Golden Dragon's Sky Rendering Fist!~"

Raeburn Zlatan bellowed as he unleashed his full power at the get-go!

'Earth Dragon's Hardened Scales...'

Davis reached out one of his hands as the front of his palm became covered with a brownish scale tinged with a bit of golden hue. Martial energy surged out like a tide from the pores of his palm before it took shape into a thick yellowish-golden barrier that got struck by the two-horned golden dragon's maws!

*Booom!~~~*

A resounding sound echoed throughout the area as the air reverberated around them.

The light from the collision blinded the onlookers for a moment before it became clear. The force of the collision was such that nothing would have remained in the surrounding five kilometers. Everyone could see that the two-horned golden dragon's maws were trying to pierce through the yellowish-golden barrier but were stopped and impeded to no avail.

It trembled slightly as if running out of energy before it faded away as it disappeared into the void as the energy holding the technique completely was wasted by the barrier.

*Bang!~*

Davis used the other hand to swing as if he was swat something to his side when a broadsword appeared and was flicked away by his palm that was also covered in a brownish-golden hardened scale, causing Raeburn Zlatan's grimace to become awry as a dumbfounded light emerged in his golden eyes.

"How...!?"

How under the heavens were both the attacks he launched with utter concentration and power were deflected with ease!?

However, his expression fell even more as he suddenly realized something far more pressing!