Emperor's Reckoning

The dark soil was gleaming red as white steam slowly poured out of it. The hissing sound of the water hitting an extreme heat was heard as the rain kept pouring. The temperature immediately entered an imbalance state as even with the current storm, they couldn't maintain the chilling atmosphere like any rainstorm would do.

One could see an island was burning with a line of a devastating fire. The rain was having a hard time cooling it off as the trees danced with the flame. The land writhed but it couldn't scream. The fire kept on burning as black smoke started to permeated out to the raging sky. All living things were reduced to ash.

The metal gate that acted as the entrance to the grand majestic palace had melted along with the soil it was attached to. The burnt smell was permeating inside the room as the guest was choked in a state of shock. The tiles that were worth more than most of their carriage were gone and reduced to the ground. The red carpet was flamingly torn as the pieces of fabric that flew in the sky had burning fire in them as if they were fireflies.

The young man's right hand now hold nothing but something like pieces of burnt paper fluttered in the air before the wind took over and made it dispersed.

"Fakon... is gone..." muttered Cliff as his pupils constricted. He saw nothing was left of his former comrade, not even a burn mark on the floor was present since it also got destroyed. The devastating spell rendered the level eight Godhood Realm cultivator, into nothing.

(Golden incantation... Immortal level spell?!) Yunesia's eyes froze as its pupils dilated. She gulped harshly as she looked at Lyon's face. The mysteriousness surrounding him only added more flare with the magic he just chanted. Not only he was good in combat, not only was his killing intent surpassed all those in the room, but his aptitude in magic was also subpar. Stats wise there was nothing that could compare to him, not even the empress herself.

"Fire... extreme fire element aptitude," Madoka muttered.

Ayumu was taken back to reality before she asked her best friend, "Extreme you say?"

Madoka nodded, "En, in magic, element aptitude played a severe role as a higher grade spell required it. Not to mention the spell he chanted was golden the moment he wrote it. An immortal-level spell, he is comparable to big sister now."

Ayumu's eyes opened wide (Comparable to Yunesia? No way... this man, how strong can he get?!).

"To think that he would have the same element aptitude as older sister."

"En..."

"However, older sister has more than one extreme element aptitudes. Do you think that he also has more?"

"En, possibly."

Jin shook his head with a smile, "Unbelievable, at this point, I know I'm making the best decision. This young man will rule an era, even mine. I will not let him die."

Priscila even forgot to cover her mouth this time. There was not a single word that could describe what happened right before her very eyes, not even a phrase came into mind. She would have never thought someone with that cultivation level could endanger the entire world with words coming out of his innocent mouth.

Sophia blinked twice with her mouth slightly gape. She had never seen Lyon performed magic not even in her wildest dream that the man was also flawless in it. One would think that his combat capabilities were superior but to think that his magic was also on the same level if not more. Not to mention it was immortal-level magic and he performed it while being a Divine cultivator in under a minute. However, sadly she didn't know that it's not just any ordinary immortal-level magic since the magic brand formed on Lyon's palm that grabbed Fakon's face.

Luke's locked jaw slowly regained its movement before his smile turned into a grin. He never thought that someone like this existed. There were no ending possibilities now, with that kind of power, all the Crown winners were rendered meaningless. There was no comparison, not even Cliff and the rest of the group mattered.

"Luna, are you alright?" asked Lyon as his killing intent vanished into the clouds. He didn't care about the condition of the room nor the palace as he quickly grabbed a hold of her shoulders. His eyes dilated as the look of worry was apparent on his face.

Luna slightly turned a red hue on her cheeks before she said, "I, I'm fine." (Jeez, you don't need to overreact like that, though... it's sweet of you).

His action courted the attention of the guests. There was some awe of his Magnifique and then there were the women who felt a tinge of intense jealousy as the purple-haired woman had struck gold. The young man was bound to be the brightest star later on if he matured, now was the right time to have the chance to get to know him before he became big.

"Great..." Lyon let out a sigh of relief as his head slightly hung down.

They couldn't believe he was the same man that casually killed an opponent eight levels higher than him, not to mention the damage was still observable with naked eyes and smelt with their opened nostrils.

"Now then..."

Lyon suddenly pulled her to his embrace. Her eyes opened wide as he saw his assertive side came into play. Despite being in public and the gazes of the others were on the two, the man didn't play the shy guy as he showed his affection toward the purple-haired woman.

Luna could only get embarrassed as she buried her face toward his chest. The scene was wondrous but Lyon soon let her go as he muttered, "Wait here, I have some unfinished business to take care of."

Luna looked at the sharpness of his eyes before she nodded. She begrudgingly let him go.

Lyon turned around before he said, "Now then, how do you want to die?"

The guests followed his line of sight before finding one pale blonde young man that wore nothing but wealthy clothes on him. His complexion made his skin looked like it needed a blood transfusion but the drenched sweat on his forehead proved otherwise.

(Russel!?) thought Borton and Titania.

"W-What are you talking about? H-How dare you threatening me?! A proud Treas family of the Nistan line."

His words were fueled with pride but his face was fueled with doubt. The man was beyond nervous, he just saw the same young man effortlessly killed someone that was stronger than his own. Even though his father was here, he had an enveloping feeling of death surrounding his figure.

"Do you think I wouldn't know how was he able to point out that Luna is my woman?!"

(What?! How did he?!) thought Russel before he denied such a thing, "No! Bullshit! You don't have any proof."

"Hubby, he has caused problems the moment you went missing after the competition. He tried to punish me, this feisty teacher of yours, and also Luna for offending him, where in fact, he was the one that tried to force us into submission and using that excuse as the cover to legalized his action."

(You bitch!) thought Russel as Lyon's eyes turned sharp.

He took one step forward before his hands immediately went for his neck as he leaped forward

*Clasped!

The crowd gasped before they realized someone had stood before Lyon. His wrist was grabbed before it could reach Russel's unwashed neck. Russel's hands and feet were jittering as his eyes couldn't blink with the size they were now. Even his breath stuck inside his throat as he took a step back.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the older version of Russel right in front of him. The blonde middle-aged man, Borton, had no choice but to step in between them. Seeing how the young man could kill a godhood cultivator of that level, his son stood no chance.

"You are very strong, very talented, Kaiju couldn't hold a candle against you. However, your tyrannical act should be supervised, otherwise, you would just be another falling star. What's next after you kill my son, you are going to kill the other Crown winners too, just like what you did against Kaiju?"

"However, his actions are right and just," said Luke as he approached them both with a smile.

"Luke, don't interfere in this, I need to teach this boy a lesson," asked Borton as he took a glance at him before sneakingly held Lyon by the throat with his other hand.

"Kh!"

Luke's eyes turned sharp, "That's a bad move Borton, you know his other identity, right? She won't like it."

Borton squinted his eyes before a devilish pressure rained down on his body. His pupils moved to take a glance at the source before it constricted.

A tall woman stood alone at the entrance to the hall with veins popping at the edges of her eyes and one on the forehead. Her auburn hair fluttered before her auburn eyes turned a golden shade.