Emperor's Reckoning

Her face was a delight both to the world and the living. She was taller than the average woman however, she was not amongst the giant race. The clouds looked pale in comparison to her complexion as she stood unwavering in the air. The blueish dawn had set ablaze a new day but the shimmer and radiant exuding from the woman who held the unthroned emperor by her arms far exceed the said nature.

The auburn balayage of her long hair was styled to a fusion style of waterfall braid and dragon braid, along with a few strands on the front of her forehead, crossing her face. Her auburn eyebrows were arched above her eyelids and not a single blemish was present on her face. Her pupils were deep black but her iris was of the same color as her hair had. The rare glance of the magnificent beauty could make any man nor woman skipped a thump of their heart. Her nose was slightly slim and cute, perfect for her gleaming thin lips that seemed to be moist at any temperature. One could only imagine the soft touch if it were paired with their own.

The wind was whispering to her ethereal ears before a strand of her hair was tucked in behind one from the right. Her figure was supremely attractive, it was clear that she was presented with the best genetics from the gods themselves. Some even questioned if the old heaven was drunk when she made the beauty to walk amongst the mortal where her radiant was too much to bear for the common. The hourglass body and a slight hint of eight-pack abs were revealed as she wore a type of clothing that revealed her navel. Her long slender arms were both delicate and powerful as the lean muscle revealed themselves every time they relaxed or contracted. People would have thought that the woman would be bulky or burly until she existed with those definitions.

Her cheeks dimpled before a luminous fang slightly peeked out of her lips. The bright white cloak was so clean it even reflected the light of the sun as it fluttered against the wind. She wore a pair of black wrist bands on her wrists as her delts were the only thing holding the cloak from running away. She heaved as the voluptuous breasts rose in all their glory behind that sleeveless elastic breastplate that was made out of metal far superior to a Black Mithril.

Under her navel was a long sash with a single tiny knot to the side of her waist. It was as long enough to reach her ankle with bright red crimson as the color. It was fluttering and flapping against her tight but surprisingly elastic leggings which were made out of the same metal as her breastplate. Her feet were laid bare like her arms as the wind tried to cherish them like they were their own younglings.

The auburn eyes neglected the awes from below as they were fixated toward the youth's face who was bleeding from his orifices.

"K-KAIJU!"

A scream brought the attention of the onlookers before they realized that there was someone else standing on top of the crater. It was an old man with hair as red as Kaiju himself. Just from seeing the same feature alone, the group creased their eyebrows. Things were about to went worse.

"I... It's the patriarch of the Loh Sect."

Some of the elders who recognized the face immediately muttered before they shook their heads. However, only now did Tusak noticed what's going on. Kaiju was not seen nearby or anywhere post the destruction of the East City. Combining that with the screaming patriarch, he gulped as he realized that the one he fought before was already gone, and most likely by the hand of the youth above.

"He is going to get revenge for sure... this is bad for the youth. The Loh sect had many good connections with the other powerful sects."

The old master muttered as his eyebrows furrowed. He knew just how vast the Loh sect was, it had more students than the sands on the sea. He took a glance at the youth above (Not only that, I heard some rumors that one line from the Treas family decided to back them up. Things are not going to go smoothly. Damn! I hate when this kind of thing goes politic!).

"Stay right there, the others will come to tend you... meanwhile," his glance sent a glare as he looked up with killing intent. To the other's disbelief, his feet jumped before he flew with his hands behind his back. His white garb was fluttering with his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. With how old he was, he was unaffected by the latter's generation's brilliance.

"Oh, crap..."

"Thing's are going to get rough..."

"East City was already destroyed as it is though."

The onlookers could only worry more than they should have. They didn't expect the sudden development to escalate quickly.

"Hold it right there."

The voice immediately caught the onlookers' attention as they watched a beautiful figure was standing right below Cecile. The patriarch of the Loh sect immediately glared at the figure who stopped him from advancing higher.

"That's..."

"Sophia... Sophia Treas Alrude," Luna muttered. She was the reason the rest of the group had easy access to the World of Blue, a world that was from a much higher mana density than Nostria.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The patriarch proudly said as if his status were higher than the latter. However, no matter how much pressure the former exuded it brought no effect to her.

"If you have a problem with the Empress, you have to go through me first."

The old patriarch immediately had veins on his forehead burst. The reaction was almost identical to the one that had just perished a moment ago under the golden curtain of light. It didn't take a genius that the two were relatives.

"You think you can get away just because you're an Alrude?!"

The onlookers immediately furrowed their eyebrows as the experts and those with high enough status shook their heads. It seemed that just from his words, the rumors were true. Loh Sect had a backing and it was not just any backing, it seemed it was from the one and only, Treas family.

The direction of the world might just be determined by this family alone, however, with the rumor infighting spread far and wide, the position of ruling that Treas had started to tumble bit by bit.

"It seems like the Nistan line of the family chose to back you up huh?" Sophia smiled, "It was too obvious."

The old patriarch was slightly taken back but he chose neither to admit nor deny the words immediately. Only after glancing at the surroundings did he admit.

"Yes, I see now that the mortal world would only have a future if Nistan is the one that was chosen to inherit the Treas's grand treasures."

The onlookers immediately gasped. This was a blatant offense toward the Alrude side of the family. It seemed like a civil war was about to break out between the two. It was fine if it's not going to involved outsiders, however, with how big Treas was there was no way for that to happen. Armies were no doubt to be deployed, all talented cultivators were bound to be involved. Treas's treasury was not meant to be underestimated.

"How much did they give you? Did Russel managed to buy off?" Sophia smirked with a demeaning smile. She knew the Loh Sect had been wary of the Empress. The latter was too talented to be ignored.

"Enough! I'm not here for you, I'm here for the young man that killed my Kaiju!"

Even Sophia raised her eyebrows, she did come a bit later than the others but she never thought Kaiju would be dead post the trial of the Throne.

"The Loh Sect is here."

The red-haired old patriarch furrowed his eyebrows as killing intent was infused inside the words he just said.

Tusak's master immediately raised his eyebrows before he saw millions of millions of people suddenly rushed to their locations. The combination of their auras could suffocate the sun though they were just students like Tusak, however, the extraordinary number even made him slightly nervous. He had never seen something so grand and beautiful before.

"The fool! Is he trying to push this even further than it should?!"

"Huh? Master?"

Before he could take a glance at his master, the latter already jumped before standing beside Sophia. The old patriarch immediately looked at the elder before he furrowed his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?! Don't you dare endangered the innocent and young!"

"Young?! My son is dead!"

"If you have the problem with the killer, don't involve the others in unnecessary war!"

"I see, so you have chosen the side of the Alrude line... shame.... thought you could join us."

"What?" the old master opened his eyes wide as he saw his fellow 'friends' or experts from different sects and clans started to rise before standing beside the old patriarch. They were all smiles with their hands behind their back.

"Tch!" Sophia clicked her tongue (The army is still in the Center City! It looks like the old goat is already planning an attack from the beginning and his son's death was probably not in the calculation judging from the time it took).

"Hmph!" The old patriarch darted his glance above before slowly raising himself up with ease.

"Empress, on the account of your father, I can let the people and Alrude line go with one condition."

"GIVE ME THE BOY!"

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