Emperor's Reckoning

Lyon put up his mask and wore it on his face. He flaunted the cloak as he wore it before he walked between them. "Let's go, there is not a time to be wasted here."

The two servants were startled before they followed behind him in a calm manner. They had nothing to be brought with them as what they all had was the clothing they wore. Worried and uncertainty was apparent on their faces. The outside world, they only heard of it from the old master. It was cruel and beautiful at the same time. Those with inadequate strength will be nothing but a bug to squash on the street but those who do will have fortune and fame coming at the mercy of their palms.

Behind the mask, Lyon furrowed his eyebrows as he contemplating while he walked. (Abyss Tower, the place where the top assassins' service can be bought with the right price).

"The top assassins? Please."

The servants were startled by the unfamiliar voice out of nowhere. Both of them held each other's hand in fright, praying to whichever gods they knew. However, it didn't take long for them to notice that a small-sized dragon was perching on their master's shoulder.

Lyon raised his eyebrows, "Grandpa, you know some top assassins? Ah, that was a stupid question, of course, you do."

Shen Long grinned, "Know? Hahaha! You trained under one before!"

Lyon immediately stopped his track as his eyes opened wide, "What? I did?"

No matter how many times Lyon tried to remember it, not a single image came to mind.

Shen Long eyes turned sharp, "Yes, under one of the most dangerous criminals that broke through heaven's very own Imperial Prison. She was the only second person to ever breakthrough it, escaped and cannot be traced."

Lyon turned excited as he gulped his saliva. He never saw his grandpa had those eyes before.

"I-is she really that good?"

"Good? She was the master of the art she trained, assassination, thievery, disguise, lock-picking, you name it. Her figure was legendary, every movement she made not even the air made a sound nor calm water made a ripple. She could even hear a needle drop in a crowded place like the market and her mastery of the space attributes was exceptional, those things made her the most seek assassin in the entire multi-world, both for her service or for her crime."

Shen Long let out a cold breath, his eyes gleamed before he continued, "I once saw her in action with the bastard Sun, she was on a job she casually took at the time. An impossible job even for me and that bastard Sun to do it together. Killing ten cultivators."

Lyon turned confused. Killing ten cultivators for the two of them was an impossible task? How powerful could the ten cultivators be?!

"A private room, where the banquet was only held for ten people of the highest status imaginable that heaven could contain. She was there as the eleventh member, an uninvited guest. Wearing white cloak with her head covered by the hood. They thought that she was an entertainer set by the host the first time they saw her. They laughed and cheered before one of them was drunk enough to stumble upon her leg."

"What happened then?" asked Lyon.

Shen Long grinned, "The man didn't get up, he was one of the top cultivators in the world, referred by many as the one who will then lead the new generation to a new age. Blood soon oozed out of his body, stopping the laughter of the other nine. Fear immediately rained down upon them like a cage made of blood. She didn't even let out her killing intent then but they knew how they were dealing with now.

"'T-That white cloak! Y-Y-You are—.' He could not finish his word before a hole was made on his left chest. A butter knife was vibrating while it stuck inside one of the marble pillars. His body immediately fell down like a doll, lifeless and in disbelief. His eyes then still awoke, stayed in shock over the fate he didn't want to have.

"She revealed her face and showed them those cold-blooded vertical eyes of hers. They knew her already but they didn't want to admit it until those eyes of her revealed her identity. It was that time they knew their lives were already gone, they realized that she gave them time to laugh and chat for the banquet. The last words that they said were, 'Thank you!'

"Then they died without any more blood staining the floor. She cleaned her trace and left the scene with the corpses being laid out as is. She gave them the honor of a quick death and she gave them the honor of being killed by the most dangerous assassin to ever walk."

Lyon's mouth was quite agape. He couldn't believe the story his grandfather told him but some part of his heart did. Killing a high leveled cultivator with a butter knife sounded ridiculous and amazing at the same time.

Shen Long sighed, "She dotes on you a lot you know. The reason she took that job and resurfaced from hiding was for you. You were a baby then, and she couldn't produce milk on her own and she wanted the best nutrition for you. She truly raised you like her own son, the mother figure that you need as a child."

The true dragon looked at his grandson's face, "Only you know her name, only you did she shared her true name."

Lyon's eyes opened wide, a blurry image came into his mind. There was a figure of a woman, her face was quite blurred but he could feel the warmth around his heart as he was held by her. Her mouth muttered something but he couldn't make out of what she said. She smiled, as Lyon held her index finger.

His body shivered before his hand clenched into a fist. Veins appeared on his forehead before it appeared on his entire body.

"WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?!" he was fueled with rage before he lashed it out on a nearby wall.

The Abyss Tower, no, the whole island immediately shook followed by a thunderous boom that deterred the residents' pride. The dunes were collapsing as the plate shifted. The water surrounding the island turned wild. The ones on the lower floor of the Abyss Tower immediately fled from the building before checking the situation.

"Ah... Impossible," said one of the masked cultivators.

"T-the entire wall on that floor is destroyed!" said one of the receptionists.

The two servants were holding each other in fear as they saw the back of their new master. The aura he exuded was like a beast that could shred the gods they were praying to.