Emperor's Reckoning

Lyon leisurely entered a room inside the guildhall. It was quite spacious with bookcases neatly placed at the south end. A pair of hand-sized dimmed orbs were floating above a small pillar on each side of the square space while a huge window with the shape of a bullet was etched on the wall. There were only one seat and another behind the desk.

He sat on the seat in front of the desk while he put one leg on the other as if this was his own room. He took an apple from a fruit basket before biting half of it with one single bite. The crunchy noises irritated the elf that was closing the door but he held his complaints for a more pressing issue.

"What is your name, elf?" asked Lyon in between his bite.

The elf walked by past him and sat on the seat behind the desk. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the uncaring eyes of Lyon. This was the first time he met a human so carefree despite being the only race in the land.

"You humans are not worth the name of which I was given by my father and mother."

Lyon's eyes turned sharp before he swallowed the apple in his mouth. He put the rest of the apple on the desk before the elf immediately slapped it away.

Lyon smirked, "Too slow."

The elf's eyes opened wide as his pupils shrunken. The remains of the apple that he thought he slapped was still there.

"Who are you, human? Tell me your name, you must not be a 'somebody'."

Lyon let out a sarcastic snort, "You elves are not worth the name of which I was given by my father and mother."

The elf knuckled his hands as the veins on his forehead popped. Seeing the relaxed human in front of him and the disrespect he had received from him almost rushing his blood through his throat.

"Answer my question or there will be blood spilled on the carpet," bellowed the elf.

"And it won't be mine."

Suddenly the door was slammed open as a shout reverberated the room, "Dhaos is dead!"

Lyon glanced at the entrance before he noticed a burly man with wolf ears. His face looked young, however, there was no telling what his real age was. His height was about a head shorter than the dead giant but the size of his palms was quite enormous.

The wolfman crossed his arms as he raised one of his eyebrows, "You must be Lyon, the civilians condemned you."

"So? Are you going to beat me up?" chuckled Lyon. He didn't even put his leg down and spun the chair to face him.

The wolfman stretched his muscles as he made a sarcastic tone, "Oh, I'm scared."

His fighting aura started to exude from his burly figure. His muscle turned tense as his ears wiggled in excitement.

"Rules of the guild forbids killing an innocent, however, you are not one."

Lyon laughed, "Elf, are you not going to stop this guy?"

The elf didn't have time to respond before the wolfman answered, "Hah, he won't dare to stop me, after all, I am the leader of this branch."

Lyon took a glance and sure enough, he saw how the elf's eyes turned sharp.

The elf stood up before as he walked away, he said, "Leader, you clean the mess, I don't want my room to smell blood from a wretched race."

"Hahahaha! Alright, alright, but you need to finish those boring papers of mine."

"Tch, fine."

The elf got out of the room before the leader of the branch looked at the condemned human still sitting leisurely. The wolfman smiled as he burst out his fighting aura, enveloping the room within.

Lyon glanced at the two pairs of floating orbs spinning at a certain rate. He rubbed his chin as he saw the phenomenon but his question was immediately answered by the figure in front of him.

"That is called a mana lamp, you infuse mana inside and it will illuminate the room. The interesting part is, it also reacted to an aura, though differently."

Lyon glanced back and smiled at the wolfman, "I've seen one of your race before. However, the one I met had a certain royalty aura inside him. You would have wanted to kneel in front of him if he were to be here."

The wolfman's hair started to flutter as he heard those words, "So you think that I don't have such a royal aura inside me?"

Lyon lean back on his chair, "You do have a tinge one, but he was much purer. A ruler if you might say."

The wolfman snorted, "Hmph, enough chit chat, stand up so this won't be boring."

Lyon stood up to which the wolfman smiled, "Good! Let's have a good match, peak Divine Realm cultivator versus peak Divine Realm cultivator! Nothing could be better than this! Who knows, I might touch the illusive Godhood today!"

"I mean, it's not fair if you let out your aura and I didn't, right?" Lyon smiled.

"Hoh? Be my guest then! However, I doubt t—"

He furrowed his eyebrows as he could sense his aura was being pushed back. This had never happened in the years of which he lived not to mention from a human. The bloodline that ran through his body was duped to be the purest bloodline from an ancient divine wolf race, yet the human contested with it.

"Show him! Show him the aura of the one who once wrecked the very heaven!" bellowed Sun.

Lyon immediately transformed and his four tails fluttered against his own aura. The mana lamps' movement turned chaotic without any specific pattern. The wolfman could only take a quick glance at the phenomenon before he saw his opponent already duck down and released a fist to his navel.

(His fist is way smaller than mine! So how! How is that fist packed with so much dense mana swirling from his arm!) the wolfman screamed inside as he tried to stop the fist from hitting him by raising his hands to catch it. However, before he could clasp it, the fist suddenly increased its speed and hit his navel to his disbelief.

His burly body bent inward before launching all the way to the exit of the guildhall and landed on top of the giant corpse. Blood spurted out of his mouth but his condition was not as severe as Dhaos was.

Lyon who was still in the room smirked and crossed his arms. He was seen standing not using his feet but four of his tails. If the wolfman saw this, he would understand how the fist suddenly accelerated.