Divine Emperor of Death

"Heh, disciple? Are you even worthy of being my master?"

Davis sneered.​​

But in truth, Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross did deserve to take Davis as his disciple with his wide knowledge. However, it was something Davis would acquire sooner or later, like after killing this Soul Emperor and plundering his spatial ring.

Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross's expression became unsightly, but he merely harrumphed with a smirk.

"What's a newborn Soul Emperor who's going to die by my hands muttering on about? No matter how strong you are, you cannot reach High-Level Emperor Soul Stage with your mere Mid-Level King Soul Stage Cultivation."

"Mhm, I seem to have heard a similar statement from someone I killed just a while ago."

Davis smiled amusingly, turning to look at the Dragon Families' Powerhouses which irritated them. However, they didn't say anything as they didn't want to clear the aggression between the two.

"Hmph! Flaunt all you want but let me teach you that the physical strength you possess is nothing in front of my soul force!"

Dark soul force sprang from Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross's palm, splitting into five surges before they all transformed into the same arrow with the same intensity as before.

It made people hold their breaths, making their eyes widen in wonder.

It was just a normal attack that was launched before and not a soul technique? He can create more of it without having to lessen its power?

*Bang!!~*

A sudden brownish-golden wave of energy erupted from the side like a tsunami, clearing out three of those dark arrows in an instant.

"You want to harm my husband? At least, become a Peak-Level Emperor Soul Stage Powerhouse before you try again."

Isabella sneered as she raised her fist again to clear out the remaining two arrows amidst Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross's hideous expression of momentarily forgetting about this powerful woman over Davis's eccentricity.

But abruptly, two more flashes of crimson light shot across the airspace, landing on the dark arrows before two crimson imprints of hexagrams glowed.

The two remaining arrows cracked within a second and disintegrated, causing most people to hang their mouths in surprise.

"Hadrian Cross, you can't just try to kill my son-in-law like that..."

The Poison Lord laughed, standing against Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross.

"Who's your son-in-law?" Davis turned around, looking confused, "Did you hit your head somewhere, bastard?"

"You don't understand." The Poison Lord shook his head, "I'm willing to retract my statements before and apologize as you have proven yourself to be worthy of my daughter, not for just being impervious against her poison but also able to break one of my hex techniques."

"Your Body Tempering Cultivation and Soul Forging Cultivation are truly exceptional. Perhaps, it is the same with your Essence Gathering Cultivation. Forget my daughter's favor. Even I want you as my son-in-law right now."

"You're truly perfect in my eyes, Davis."

Hearing the Poison Lord's speech, the powerhouses present were stunned by his high opinion of Davis.

The Domitian Family's Grand Elder already felt that he had to kill Davis before he completely grows up no matter what, and yet the prominent powerhouses here were trying to fight for him or at least indicated their wishes to take him as their disciple.

"Is that so?" Davis's lips curved into a mocking smile, "Unfortunately, your daughter is too ugly in my eyes that I won't even bother to consider her. Our morals are clearly different, so don't bother with your meaningless jokes anymore."

He didn't know how many times he should reject them before they could finally understand him, but this matter also made him understand why the powerhouses went after Tirea Snow even after she rejected them plenty of times.

Surely, a woman would have more difficulties rejecting than a man in this cultivation world as overbearing men wouldn't take no as an answer. However, this Poison Mistress also seemed to not take no for an answer, giving him a headache.

The Poison Mistress pouted, not really believing his words, but it still made her unhappy to hear him say that. On the other hand, the Poison Lord laughed.

"Ahaha. Young lad, the wicked path is the true path that is aligned with the ways of the heavens. You can do anything you want here regardless and don't have to restrict yourself to some ancient moron who laid the rules, dictating what's right and what's wrong."

"Well, if you want to talk about paths, I think the wicked path represents chaos, and the righteous path represents order. I don't want to be in a chaotic world that constantly gives me a headache, so I chose the righteous path instead of just staying in it."

"And what did being in the world with order give you? These overbearing powerhouses trying to steal your wife?"

"Haha!" Davis couldn't help but laugh at the Poison Lord's method of recruiting him, "If I were one of the many leaders of the world, I would've declared them to be wicked path powers already."

"If you did that, you bring the world of order to chaos with the huge scale of the Dragon Families. So does that make you a person of the wicked path?"

Davis's brows furrowed while the expressions of many people became contemplative. On one side, it made sense to him but on another side, if he was going to make a declaration like that, would he even allow the Dragon Families to bring about chaos?

Wouldn't he instantly massacre them?

This particular rhetoric didn't apply to him that he couldn't help but be confused as to how to answer.

"Davis, don't be taken in by his drivel."

Isabella warned, seeing him stay silent.

Davis nodded, "In any case, I want peace to exist around me, so I can't be a hypocrite and join the chaotic wicked path, right?"

"You're wrong." The Poison Lord shook his head as a confident smirk appeared on his lips, "By becoming strong, peace would exist around you. While I stayed in my villa with my women, who dared to mess with me?"

"And you say you can't become strong by being in the righteous path?" Davis appeared amused.

"If the path for you to become stronger is cut off by many rules, how do you become stronger? I'm saying that the chances are less."

"Proportionately in the wicked path, the chances you die or become enslaved increases as well."

The Poison Lord frowned, looking at Davis remain adamant despite having such powers. Power opened the minds of many righteous path powerhouses, causing them to defect to the true path in his mind. He could only see Davis refusing to accept the reality as he looked around, finding a prime example.

"Young Hadrian, are you willing to listen to me?"

"Ah, Poison Lord." Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross, who patiently listened to their talk, smiled as he narrowed his eyes, "I'm well aware of your reputation, but if you also want to stand against me, then I have no-"

"Don't be so hasty but be swift." The Poison Lord hurriedly cut him off, "I have no intentions to fight against you, but I have to warn you that apparently, the Zlatan Family's Patriarch should be here any moment."

"Oh, is that why they're all so talkative today?" Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross looked at the Honorable Elders before he recalled the people below talking about the dead Zlatan Family's Grand Elder.

"Shrewd bastards..."

He harrumphed, intending to kill them as his killing intent arose when the Poison Lord's voice echoed again.

"Just listen to me. I want Davis while I'll help you take Beauty Snow away. No matter who comes, you attack their souls while I hex them. With our combined prowess, who would dare to stand against us!? Not even the Zlatan Family's Patriarch would dare to offend us together!"

Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross's expression brightened as he heard the Poison Lord's brilliant idea. He narrowed his eyes before a plan emerged in his mind.

"Sigh, I didn't want to force Beauty Snow, but she leaves me with no choice. Thousand years of forgotten love? Do you think I will believe such a fake story? I believe she will eventually come around to understanding me after being with me, seeing my true intent and lovable side, which I had rarely shown to the world."

He looked at Ancestor Tirea Snow with gentleness while his eyes flashed with devious intent. He would work together with the Poison Lord to gain Beauty Snow, but how could he leave a genius like Davis alive?

"Mhm, did I hear someone mention me?"

An imposing voice echoed from afar.

When people turned their heads to see, they could only see a dot in the distance, the source of the voice echoing from thousands of kilometers away!

"Zlatan Family's Patriarch has come! Ahahaha!"

Domitian Family's Grand Elder bellowed with delight as he recognized the voice, beginning to laugh crazily.

Finally, their Dragon Families can make a move again! Losing the limelight and being humiliated really left him restrained that he now felt like he had to vent out his fury!