Emperor's Reckoning

"Hahaha!" the bright laughter reverberated to their eardrums before they took a glance at the woman that was dyed red with her own blood. The woman showed no sign of fatigue as her surroundings were nothing but bits of light.

"Huh?"

"Damn! Impossible!"

"That fast?!"

Every single mana-fueled qilins had been reduced back to its original form. They stood no chance against the woman with auburn hair. Her breathing rate was still stable, there was nothing but a hint of condescending in her laugh as she looked at Borton and the others.

"You guys really are stupid, would I left my dear husband alone if you could break that thing? Please, it seems that your age only increases but your brain cells growing backward instead."

Borton furrowed his eyebrows as his face turned slightly bitter, "Sharp words Cecile, did your father teach you that?"

"My father is too vanilla compared to the man inside that sphere, now then, enough talking. He is about to break out of his shell soon. If these are all you have, then you would stand no chance at all once he gets out."

"Are you threatening us?" said Borton before he descended down and gained the same altitude as hers.

"Threatening you? I don't need to do that, after all, it's all written on your face Borton. You're afraid," Cecile smirked before continuing, "just like the rest of your group."

"You have the audacity to act all high despite being cornered, are you still sane, my dear niece?" sneered Titania from below.

"Sane? I was never sane to begin with, Titania, even when the time before you were born," muttered Cecile to her confusion.

Borton squinted his eyes to her smirk before its pupils shrunk as she moved forward faster than lightning. His skin couldn't feel the wind changing before his brain managed to capture the image of a red blade with a dark hue going after his neck. (This woman! She is going at a speed beyond that of a godhood cultivator!).

"Don't mock me! Rend the ashes! Akhuil!"

Shouted Borton before a greatsword instantly formed and blocked the incoming slash. The ding reverberated as a shockwave blown out and staggered the sect leaders.

"What's wrong Borton? You're shaking," smirked Cecile as the greatsword trembling against the Scarlet.

"Tch! Everyone! Surround her!" said Borton before he pushed her away.

She was pushed back a couple of meters before she found herself encircled by the sect leaders and Borton himself. The eight directions were occupied and she had nowhere to go, however, the smirk on her face proved otherwise.

"You can stop pretending now Cecile else it would strenuous to your body," muttered Borton as he pointed his greatsword toward her with both of his arms grabbing the hilt.

"Everyone draw your weapons, that woman has the blade that could severe a god, its best to be careful, even a fatigue beast is still a beast."

"Are you sure that you should be worrying about me now?" asked Cecile with a smile.

"What do you mean? You can forget about buying time," said one of the sect leaders.

"I mean looked at the woman below, your swarm of allies seemed to can't hold a candle against her."

"Hmm?"

Despite being more surrounded than Cecila was, the golden hair fluttered as crackling bones could be heard every time she struck. Her eyes maintained a jade glow as she pranced around like a devil. Blood kept accompanying her movement as they couldn't understand what's going on.

"How is she kept doing that? Everything I threw at her lost its power the moment they were in contact," said one of them before a loud thud was heard as something crashed to the ground.

"Huh?" they looked at where the cloud of dust was before it revealed a headless corpse with the attire of that of a sect leader. Their eyes opened in disbelief especially the ones above as they quickly turned around to see the woman with auburn hair had felled one of their own. Another similar scene was upon their glance as the head of a sect leader was hanging under her left fingers.

"Ah?!"

"Hm?!"

The remaining sect leaders watched the expression of disbelief in the head's face. It seemed as if the brain couldn't handle the intense speed of trauma that was happening to it before it was too late. Blood kept pouring out to the ground from the severed neck and the tip of her blade.

Fatigue. The word that was their sole hope of apprehending the woman was destroyed by the death of one of them.

"My husband once told me, having power and how to use them are two entirely different things and..." Cecile let go the head of one of the sect leaders to fall, following its host on the ground.

The head fell as Cecile continued, "He was right."

"Everyone! Don't hold back, you would surely lose if you took her personally!" shouted Borton before Cecile clicked her tongue.

"I know you have some Summoning Ruby stones, you might not have a chance if you don't do it now," teased Cecile despite the blood kept pouring out of her body. The unsinkable stamina that she had astonished even her own enemy, even after going through the spatial storm and suffered heavy damages, she was still standing on her two feet.

Borton's face slowly turned into scorn as his glare emitted killing intent. Her sharp words were too much for him to handle. They were outnumbering her, yet the morale of the battle belonged to the latter. The auburn eyes were even more deadly with blood covering her face. However, before he could say a word to his teammates his eyebrows twitched.

Mana in the air suddenly had a surge of chance in its flow. Cecile looked at the black sphere with a gleam on her eyes as clouds started to gathered once more and blocked the large moon from existing.

She grinned as she muttered, "Godhood."