Divine Emperor of Death

After the heat from the defeat died as Mingzhi and the others joked around, Davis told the others to go to the lower floors and use the immortal treasures to further their cultivations while taking advantage of the time that ran as much as ten times faster, supposedly.

On the first floor, Shirley, Dalila, Niera, and Zestria sat around the Fire Essence Orb and practiced cultivation as they comprehended insights from it. Like them, the second floor had Tanya and Pia Noel practicing in front of the Ice Essence Orb.

On the third floor sat Fiora and Zephya, her wind spirit as they cultivated before the Wind Essence Orb.

As for the fourth floor, there was Isabella, Tina, and Bylai used the Earth Essence Orb, while the fifth and sixth floors were occupied by Natalya, Iesha, and Sophie as they cultivated in front of the Yin Essence Orb and Yang Essence Orb.

Meanwhile, the seventh floor housed Mingzhi and Evelynn as they seemed to be engaged with comprehending from Darkness Essence Orb.

Lastly, the eighth floor had Lea, Clara, and Tia meditating upon the Space Essence Orb. However, they looked at Schleya, who sat before the stairs leading to the ninth floor, seemingly not interested in anything and instead, silently seated with a cautious aura as though she was guarding them.

As righteous path people, they truly couldn't understand her thoughts, although they knew that she was more or less smitten with Davis.

Nonetheless, although they were all sitting in meditation, they occasionally frowned, appearing unable to concentrate and, at certain times, even left as though taking a break.

After all, they were worried about Davis.

At first, although they were hesitant and tried to convince Davis that these treasures would be wholly useful for him, he threatened that he would throw away those immortal treasures if they didn't use them, simply leaving them with no choice but to use them.

Since they took him as a man of his words, they didn't dare to be too forceful and reluctantly headed to the lower floors, wondering why he was sending them away when they were worried to death. They knew that he didn't want them to know some of his secrets, but obviously, they were too worried enough to start cultivating that they occasionally ran upstairs and saw him still recuperating.

It was like this for a day or two before they finally calmed, becoming able to meditate and cultivate.

However, there was still one person who rose up to the ninth floor.

That crimson-robed woman seemingly walked past Davis, heading towards the icy-blue-robed woman.

"What's wrong, Shirley?"

Shirley appeared stiff as she stared at Myria, her lips quivering as her eyes couldn't help but quickly tear up.

"Forgive me~"

She quickly turned around and left while Davis opened one of his eyes to check Shirley's safety before he turned to look at Myria, matching gazes with her as he shot a bland smile, knowing that their discarded plan had been probably exposed.

However, he didn't blame Shirley as he didn't want any of them to feel guilty at all.

"Wha- What just happened?"

Ellia's voice echoed in Myria's soul sea, causing Myria to look away and lightly shake her head.

"Shirley is a deeply passionate woman. She'll go to any lengths for the people she loves, especially the man she loves. After all, she even dared to sacrifice her innocence, not knowing whether he would wake up or not. If such a woman asked forgiveness from us, then they must've collectively come a decision to go against us a few days ago when we were battling."

"It doesn't seem like that..." Ellia seemed to doubt it, not knowing that it was the truth.

"Perhaps, because they saw me being kicked out miserably and became assured that they had a valid chance. Ostensibly, they had probably planned to take it while I was deeply injured, but it doesn't matter since I didn't end up victorious. In any case, if they make a move against us, know that I won't hold back, Ellia."

"…"

Ellia's emotions fell. However, she still conveyed her thoughts.

"I don't want to say this again, but if you keep thinking like that, then please be sure to kill me as well. I won't stop you as I don't wish harm to you. However, I won't change my mind either, so just put me out of my misery."

"Ellia, why are you like this?" Myria's voice sounded a bit angered.

Hearing that, Ellia's soul trembled before she snapped.

"You've never loved anyone with all your heart, so you wouldn't know! Besides, you're only alive because Prince Davis loves me! If not, you would've died the moment you were reborn and almost caused destruction to his family in an awakening and confused rage!"

"…" Myria became stupefied at this sudden outburst that she went silent.

A few moments later, she called out.

"Ellia…"

"…"

Myria called out again, but there was no reply, causing her to lower her head.

Meanwhile, Davis, who wondered what Myria was thinking about Shirley's apology, saw her figure appear as though a downcast aura engulfed her.

'Why does she seem more lonely than before?'

It made him feel confused as he narrowed his brows, but as he looked at her abruptly stand up, and head towards the chamber of challenge, his eyes widened.

'Oh, she's finally up for it...'

Myria headed past the line of divide and raised her reincarnation barrier.

"Ah, what a cheapskate… Only the two of us here, and yet she's not willing to share information pertaining to the batt-"

*Bang!~*

As he mumbled in discontent, he abruptly saw her flying out like a kite that had its strings cut, crashing on the ground as she rolled like a beaten rag, appearing deeply injured as one of the legs from the knee seemed to be missing. She spat a mouthful of blood as she tried to sit up, causing him to see that even one of her eyes was missing, dripping with blood.

"Wha- Why did you even go try…?"

"Shut up…!"

Davis appeared flabbergasted, no, stupefied as this was worse than the first try, while Myria clenched her teeth, her body shaking in rage and shame, not expecting the imitation to actually use every ounce of her power to barrage her with all sorts of terrifying killing techniques while not paying attention to her defense, almost slaughtering her in an instant, perhaps if it were not for the rule.

Davis turned his head and saw the fake Myria grinning with a half-torn body amidst the receding wall of reincarnation energy before she disappeared, seemingly returning instead of losing, probably because Myria lost first.

"..."

Davis returned his gaze to the heavily wounded Myria, his heart leaping in unease as he saw Myria's trembling eye as she held the deep pain, not even releasing a single scream.

It was not only him as the both of them realized to a deep level that as they were planning countermeasures, the imitations could also come up with the same, instantly foiling their plans without mercy.

After all, as long as the imitations don't die first, the imitations could be as ruthless as they wanted, which meant that the more chances they, as the challengers, used, the more ruthless attacks the imitations would come up with, not at all worried about their body as in a battle of ruthlessness as they, the challengers would surely lose because of their lower prowess.