Divine Emperor of Death

Davis walked out of the alleyway and headed out of the Thirty-Second Fire Phoenix City. He took out a Low-Level Immortal Grade Flying Boat that he retained from Crimson Starchild's spatial ring and glided out of the island.

Because this flying boat seemed to be ordinary and didn't have any emblem or connection to the Astral Light Sect, he could openly fly it out. He also used this flying boat to enter this place. Even if someone found out his identity as Dead End, they would only know that his name was Feng Chu and not be able to see the layer behind it, which hid his identity as the Emperor of Death.

That's why he also didn't sell this flying boat, keeping it for himself for travel purposes at the moment.

Moreover, this immortal flying boat consumed immortal crystals, but the mileage was high, leading to lesser consumption of immortal crystals. He was also richer at the moment, so he wasn't worried about wasting them as he could travel using his two feet. However, he didn't like the idea of leaving his aura outside, so he felt that it was best he used the flying boat to travel like a normal mortal.

Davis enjoyed the scenery of the sea below him as he made his way in the direction of his first target. However, his brows couldn't help but squint as he sensed a few people trying to pin him.

<strong>*Whoosh!~*</strong>

A black-robed person abruptly revealed himself, causing Davis to stop the flying boat in mid-air. Subsequently, a few more black-robed people surrounded his flying boat, making him feel some danger as he could sense that they were immortal-level characters.

"Newbie crushers?"

Davis voiced out in disdain, his expression full of a sneer. He recognized that one of them was an assassin hidden in the Ghost Tear Hall's branch he had just left, and the individuals surrounding him all possessed a similar wolf-like mask with different features.

"Newbie?"

"What's that? Never heard of that word."

"But, if you have any sense, you'll obediently join our state of command. If you do so, senior Wolfhowl, who's an inner disciple of our Ghost Tear Hall will reward you for your loyalty."

A few of them quickly voiced their doubts and threats, causing Davis to blink. They were not here to crush him but invite him?

Nonetheless, the forceful invite as they projected their might while surrounding him was quite distasteful, even though it was meant to show their prowess to him. Although they were displaying their power, it was also looking down on him.

"Is that character your leader?" He coldly asked.

"Yes."

The assassin who was in front of him nodded.

"Tell Wolfhowl I won't be joining then."

Davis shook his head and changed his course of the flying boat, gliding out of their encirclement. However, the wolf-masked assassins all kept their positions on him as they flew together, blockading his way that Davis had to stop once again.

"First warning. You people can back off."

Davis's voice wasn't pleasant, but on the other hand, the black-robed person in front of him sounded offended.

"I'm warning you. Learn to appreciate the opportunity you have gotten. Not anyone could attach themselves to the thighs of senior brother Wolfhowl. Do you even know the prestige of an inner disciple? If senior brother learns an outer disciple like you rejected his invitation, then-"

"Inner disciple or not." Davis scoffed, "Tell Wolfhowl to fuck off."

"Seems like you need to be taught a lesson."

<strong>*Bzzz!~*</strong>

The black-robed man raised his hand above and held a slim bone sword made from an immortal wolf's claw. His immortal undulations abruptly spread as darkness exploded. The next second, they quickly receded, but the black-robed man had vanished. His aura also couldn't be sensed except for the darkness undulations he had left.

Davis's brows frowned.

Just as he took a step to the side and jumped out of the flying boat targeting the one towards the far right, the black-robed assassin who was towards his left flank discreetly smiled behind his devilish wolf mask.

'What an idiot. If he had retreated, he could've gained distance and disallowed us from encircling him. That goes to say the kind of experience he possesses as an assas- eh? Why am I falling…?'

The black-robed man who moved towards Davis in stealth suddenly felt himself plunge. Within a turn of his head, he found his body still standing in mid-air. It had come out of concealment but was missing its head.

"…!"

Just as he realized what was going on, he became horrified to sense a pitch-black energy rush straight towards his soul sea.

"Noo!!!!"

His death throes didn't even resound as Davis sealed off the space in this place as he clenched his other hand, his martial energy surging from the amalgamation of chaotic energy turning into spatial energy.

At the same time, a pitch-black scythe with a purplish black hand was in Davis's grasp. Its curved blade was dyed with crimson blood. With a swing of his hand, that scythe flew from his hand, spinning in an eerily silent manner that made no sound, disturbed the wind, or even gave off undulations.

The other assassins were shocked to find that their boss was taken out just like that, but they were horrified to find themselves locked in place as they felt a mountainous pressure strangling them.

<strong>*Sfwish!~~~*</strong>

Before they knew it, their heads flew as the scythe cut them down one by one as it made its way in an arc. Blood splashed like a fountain, the droplets of their blood showering down into the sea.

However, before it could sever the head of the assassin on the far right, a figure caught the scythe with a bare hand.

Davis saw the scene but didn't sweat it. After all, it was his soul body who caught the scythe.

Meanwhile, the assassin who was in front of his soul body shuddered heavily. His hands had already dropped the dagger he was holding, seemingly scared out of his wits as he refused to move as though he was still locked in place when he was not.

Davis removed his mask, revealing a black beard as his smile turned fiendish like his mask.

"Ghost Tear Hall's Rule Book, page three, fourth paragraph, second line: A Ghost Tear Hall's disciple may kill other disciples if they fear that the other disciple or disciples are endangering their life without any evidence. However, the chance to protect yourself through the grace of the hall will not be awarded once the related parties decide to take vengeance for them."

"In this case, I won't be receiving any protection from the Ghost Tear Hall, but I won't need that kind of help when I'll be cleaning up trash like you regularly. Ahahaha! Now run and grab your favorite senior brother's legs and order him to come to tumble beneath my majestic feet."

Davis's soul body wickedly cackled at the shuddering assassin. As though he was given a heaven's pardon, the assassin turned around and fled at his top speed, rushing towards the city, perhaps wanting to return to the branch.

This soul body then transformed into a ray of light along with the scythe and entered Davis's soul sea together.

As for the frozen space, everything returned to normal while Davis pulled in the corpses and their spatial rings. There was also a bit of karmic sin that he didn't forget to absorb, but as expected, it practically made no difference to his current accumulation.

"Not much of a battle..."

He had only one comment as the assassins whom he faced were at Level Two Immortal Stage while the others were basically at Level One Immortal Stage or mortals, although they were all at Peak-Level Ninth Stage.

Basically, they were here to provoke and bully him, pushing him to join their group, or perhaps were vainly trying to get rid of their competition.

Either way, Davis did not declare a Shadow Battle against them.

A Shadow Battle could only be invoked using one's status plate and was done under the presence of a witness to openly obtain justice for the suffering they had gone through. However, Davis had no valid reason or witness to invoke a Shadow Battle as all of them were aggressors.

On the other hand, he wasn't about to watch them flail him with disrespectful words or give them the chance to attack or kill him first, as he was done with the wait-and-see attitude when dealing with plain hostile situations that were high on vanity and arrogance.

Besides, he didn't want the Ghost Tear Hall to have a better record of his aura for invoking a Shadow Battle.

Nonetheless, with him killing those assassins and letting one escape on purpose, Davis knew that inner disciple Wolfhowl and his cronies wouldn't leave him alone. They wouldn't even need to challenge him to a Shadow Battle to kill him.

But in return, he could kill Wolfhowl and become an inner disciple without going through all the hassle!

A disdainful smirk emerged on Davis's face, feeling that the plan he had concocted right as he was being provoked wasn't bad before he took off in the flying boat, continuing his way towards his first target.

"Target name, Haijin Minn. Age, 16. Origin: Heir to the Minn Family, an Early Immortal King Power and the owner of Pure Yang Body Physique, an Immortal Grade Body Physique."

Davis couldn't help but chuckle after he recited, not able to believe that he was going to assassinate a child with lesser cultivation than him.

But there was a valid reason why he chose Haijin Minn as his target.

Not only was Haijin Minn a child born as an immortal, his cultivation resources included virgin women with karmic virtue as cultivation cauldrons, but according to the heavens, it seemed that violating an innocent woman with karmic virtue was even worse than killing that said woman, making it so that the one who committed this vile act would receive double or more the usual karmic sin depending upon the victim's cultivation.