Divine Emperor of Death

<strong>*Booom!~*</strong>

A part of the mountain shattered and caused lava to surge out like a fountain. It was strangely shaped like a palm as it flowed out, almost causing Davis to let out a breath of awe over this wonderful artwork.

Nonetheless, he also saw a brief moment where a person was crushed to death, their body imploding into a fountain of blood before the lava engulfed it.

'A Level Three Immortal... It seems the assassins are hard at work...'

Davis couldn't tell what power that assassin belonged to, but he already knew that the assassins of the Ghost Tear Hall, Soulsteal Pearl Temple, and Oracular Reaver Abode were following the flying boat to assassinate them, waiting for an opportune moment, unlike him who created one.

After all, it was not a mission that only he had accepted. There were bound to be other assassins while he was on a mission.

However, the level of these assassins was so low that they were quickly found out by Nadia when they were following the flying boat. Even he only needed a few moments later than her to discover them.

Still, little did he know that this was the first assassination attempt that the triplets faced that it caught them off-guard, causing their expressions to become aghast.

It didn't take them much to realize that they were inches away from their death. If it wasn't for the Immortal King Leader from the Ember Skyworld Mercenaries, their grandpa, they would've surely died here as they were slow to react.

Sharing the same sentiment, the brown-robed old man's expression scrunched into a heavy frown, appearing to be incensed that he sent another palm flying.

<strong>*Bang!~*</strong>

Another assassin exploded in mid-air.

It seemed that the assassin tried to escape but was caught, causing him to turn into a fountain of blood.

The Immortal King didn't stop. His wrath fully condensed in the form of terrifying and invisible palms that struck the life out of many more assassins who were hiding, wanting to take advantage of the chaos Davis had created.

Three... four... six... eight assassins were taken out in half a minute. There were no corpses left, much less spatial rings that seemed to have been destroyed along with their bodies. However, when Davis expected the things they possessed to enter into the void upon implosion, no, they just fell out or exploded, unable to withstand the impact.

Still, some assassins also used their life-saving talismans to retreat, barely leaving with their lives.

However, there was one assassin who was caught.

The brown-robed old man clenched the air with his fist, but the assassin floated towards him, his collar seemingly lifted up by an unknown force.

"Speak. Depending on the information you provide, I'll let you go, assassin. Who sent you all to kill my descendants?"

"My Soulsteal Pearl Temple doesn't negotiate with the targets, fool!"

The black-robed assassin simply laughed and bit his tongue. There was a rune imprinted on his tongue that abruptly lit up, causing his head to be blown off in an instant.

"Tch, a fanatic..."

Looking at the blood fountain splashing from the neck, the brown-robed old man uttered in disdain. He simply clenched his fist once more, causing the assassin's headless body to turn into meat past that the blood displayed the form of a fist in mid-air, clenching where the body was supposed to have been.

"Old master, please forgive this slave. Please forgive my inability to protect them. I will accept any punishment after we return."

Gunnar was still kneeling and begging despite all that had happened. He seemed to have aged a lot as his face was lethargic, as though he had lost a lot of blood.

The Immortal King looked at him but then was attracted by another voice.

"Grandfather, I think it could be the Minn Family who hired these assassins, but the timing is too good to be them. After all, if they wanted to target us, they wouldn't have let us go first. Even if they wanted to cite a lame reason that our deaths didn't happen in their territory after we were assassinated, they wouldn't have performed this ambush right at the doorstep of their province."

"Right..."

The Immortal King nodded to Gregor, seemingly in agreement with his grandson, who was calm. On the other hand, he glanced at the other two brothers, who still seemed shaken by what they had experienced.

"Sigh, it seems that I truly did spoil your two little brothers, Gregor. Fregor and Sregor, learn from your elder brother and at least try to imitate his calmness when dealing with this type of situation."

"Yes!"

The two little brothers stood straight, their spines becoming unbending.

"It seems some person has marked on your heads and sent them to assassin powers. Although you could escape them, the Ghost Tear Hall is silent and deadly, the Soulsteal Pearl Temple is fanatical and crazy, while the Oracular Reaver Abode is more mysterious and exploitative than the other two. Most likely, the Oracular Reaver Abode were the ones who set up this ambush since they could trace your path beforehand with their mysterious arts."

"However, don't think you can all kill them if they were in front of you. You wouldn't even know how you died if their core disciples showed up, and neither would you three be able to escape them if it went on like this, so return at once."

"Gunnar, aid them to our camp."

"Yes!!!"

"As for your punishment, it depends on how safely you bring them back."

"Ha! Leave it to this slave, old master!"

Gunnar bowed all the way to his waist. However, a reply didn't come.

Instead, the brown-robed old man was like a candle flame that had been snuffed out, disappearing like the fog.

'One minute exactly...'

Davis counted as he saw the Immortal King Soul disappear.

Still hiding in the same spot, he was unharmed.

Now, he didn't know if the immortal soul was used up or it had become dormant as there were many kinds of protective soul techniques. What he saw was precisely a Spirit Formation type of soul technique that could only be imbued on one's descendants. Otherwise, the soul would take damage because of the incompatibility between souls as it would become a relation between the predator and the prey or the parasite and the host.

Rumor has it that this technique could also be used to spy on descendants. Over the years, there were truly many types of inventions to this Spirit Formation, making it so that it caused some people to be in awe while a few others caused people to be outraged.

Nonetheless, even if the immortal soul had become dormant, there must be a cooldown period, and it definitely wouldn't be small.

Davis stepped out of the red tree's shadow and walked towards the cliff. He jumped and plunged towards the three figures who were silent, seemingly in their own thoughts, when the third brother raised his head.

"First brother. Second brother. I think I know who the owner of that flying boat is as I-"

<strong>*Ripp!~*</strong>

Davis's concealed figure appeared between the three brothers as a pitch-black scythe danced in his grasp as its curved blade sliced through flesh.

The third brother's body split vertically, his life being reaped in an instant, while the second brother's body was severed diagonally from the left ribcage to the head, targeting both the heart and the soul.

As for the first brother, the curved blade of the scythe struck a defensive barrier that was triggered by his attack.

It was an Early Immortal Grade Defensive Artifact, causing Davis to be not surprised because he expected this and killed the other two first who possessed lesser quality artifacts that didn't even detect his killing strike. They didn't seem as important as the ones still alive before him.

Nevertheless... everything turned crazy in the next moment.

Nadia massive claw slapped the Level Nine Immortal while Gregor's eyes turned bloodshot at the sight of his brothers' deaths. His arm flailed as his fist surged with an immense force, reaching four levels higher in prowess as it shot towards Davis.

"Die!"

<strong>*Bang!~*</strong>

Gregor's mighty fist struck the assassin as the barrier came down in reaction, but he was shocked to see that a palm caught his attack.

"You-"

Just as he erupted in shock, trying to decisively cut off his arm using the other hand as he brought out a sword, a curved-bladed sliced through his forehead, killing him in an instant.

At the same time, a frosty aura appeared in the area as a mote of light surged out of the severed head, the light displaying the face of the brown-robed old man's calm face. However, his eyes were exploding with killing intent.

"Who are you!?"

Davis couldn't help but smirk as he raised his scythe once again, "Dead End, the one where your life unexpectedly ends as you come across a ghost in your friendly neighborhood."

"Ghost Tear Hall!!! I won't forgive you!"

<strong>*Rip!~*</strong>

The Immortal King's furious scream resounded in the area before a curved blade sliced through his image.

Davis cleanly cut through the remnant strand of Immortal King's soul essence. Perhaps, because of the cooldown, it was utterly powerless, allowing him to manslaughter it with his mortal scythe.

The Immortal King's soul was truly dead.

Nonetheless, he instantly collected the karmic sin with his right hand while also storing the bodies and spatial rings, intending to escape first as there was still the Level Nine Immortal who posed a mortal threat to his life.

However, Nadia sent him a soul transmission.

"Master, he unexpectedly died..."

"..." Davis almost had his step falter in mid-air.

So Nadia was as strong as a Level Nine Immortal?

He only told her to disturb that Level Nine Immortal, intending to escape since he only wanted to borrow Nadia's concealment and weight since he was practically her tamer.

It was within his right to use her as his power, but he didn't want to go far with it, forbidding her to use her Sunset Mountain Wolf species technique that would strengthen her body and even told her to remain concealed, making it so that her physical prowess would be as less as possible but to think that she would end that immortal's life in one hit.

Perhaps, that was a trash Level Nine Immortal?

Davis shook his head, not willing to waste time thinking here like his targets did, as he left the area as fast as possible.