Emperor's Reckoning

The cloud of darkness growled with a thunderous roar as the fightings stopped between the uneven two sides. The sea sinisterly turned calm as the wind was gentle unlike its brethren in the sky. The island was still burning with the flame of fire as it started to engulf the very ground it stood.

"What's happening?" muttered Borton but he refused to glance at the dark sphere and kept it on Cecile. One looked away and someone died, he won't fall for it the second time. The woman in front of him was too random to predict while her son and wife couldn't stand a contest with her. Even being surrounded by Godhood cultivators, she didn't even faze a bit.

Cecile was looking at the dark sphere with a smile on her face. The enemies had no idea what she was thinking about but they couldn't get their eyes off of her, else they would have fallen to their trap. However, making a move right now was also risky since she was crafty and random. She might be enticing right at this second for them to come at her head-on.

"I don't know what you are planning, but it won't come to fruition," said Borton.

Cecile calmly darted her glance from the dark sphere where her dear was to her opponent, "You said that the second time now, don't you feel any slight of shame? I pity you."

Borton furrowed his eyebrows. Cecile's sharp tongue was fueling his wrath as respect was a word she deeply buried under the sun. His arms were clenched to the point that his veins could pop any moment. He wanted nothing but to pounced at her directly and made a living hell out of her, however, the smirk on her face was like an opened trap. There was nothing but anxiety surrounding his heart.

"Remember, together!" shouted Borton disregarding the uneven change of mana in the air.

Seeing all of them coming at her she showed her teeth over a smile before muttering, "Alright Scarlet, show me your true potential! Your killing intent is too shallow but it should be enough!"

Borton furrowed his eyebrows before he shouted, "Wait!"

He immediately canceled his movement as he barked his flight, forcing the others to do the same.

"Hmm?" Cecile's eyes turned sharp regained her calmness as she let the sword point to the ground instead of against them.

"What's wrong?" sneered Cecile before she continued, "Titania, looks like you married a coward here, not even with his numbers against a lone woman did they dare to fight."

"GRR!" Titania could only glare and grit her teeth at her ill-mannered niece. There was nothing but resentment in her eyes toward the woman with the auburn hair.

"Russel, did you wash your neck yet? Your father clearly cannot protect you right now, and he is about to come," said Cecile with a smirk.

"Tch!" Russel wanted to say something but the fear of Lyon's being kept his soul in the dark. The option of running was out since he was already in the safest place, or at least that's what he thought before the wild development that turned against his favor.

"Keep yapping woman, but thanks for your advice," said Borton before he flicked his finger and the gleaming red ruby stone appeared in front of him before he struck it down with his greatsword.

Cecile furrowed her eyebrows as he looked at Borton's original hostile look turned into confidence. (He must have brought someone powerful to the field, but good, the more the merrier) thought the auburn beauty as she smiled inwardly.

"Who did you call? Your father?" smirked Cecile.

Borton's smile immediately turned sour as his eyes slightly opened wide in surprise. He no longer pointed his greatsword toward her.

"Heh, too easy to guess huh, why don't you call your grandfather too? And then his father and then his father? Or are they already at the end of their cycle? You know what? Why not call your mother too?"

"Tch! I will swallow this shame, but it proves that you are indeed a worthy opponent that I have to resort to this method."

As soon as Borton laid those words, a red streak of light was making its way in the sky before penetrating the clouds from above. The glow of red ruby slowly descended right beside Borton before a flash occurred.

A man that had similar features as Borton stood beside him. He had wrinkles on his face and his forehead already formed three black lines as it battle against time continues. His hair and beard had already turned white but his muscular build was still menacing even against the people younger than him.

"What is this Borton? Why are you disturbing my cultivation?" asked the old man as he turned to his son.

(Hmm...) Cecile looked at the old man with a different glance as she looked at the others. It was clear that the man had experienced countless wars just from his impression alone.

"Father, we are this close to winning the inheritance, the only problem left is her," said Borton as he nodded to Cecile's direction.

"Hmm?? This little girl? She is only a Divine Realm cultivator! You are struggling against her?" muttered the old man.

"She is not ordinary father, the burnt in my chest was caused by her," muttered Borton as he swallowed his pride.

"Hmm..." the old man darted his glance toward Cecile after looking at his scar, "Young woman, you have the making of warrior clearly visible to the naked eye, it would be a shame to let you die. Why don't you join under my wing, with my tutelage, you will reach an even greater height than your imagination."

"Who are you?" asked Cecile.

"My name is Weder, my fame has long lost—"

"You think an Ascending God cultivator could teach me?" smirked Cecile as she shook her head before she pointed her sword forward, "Let me show you why they used to call me the Auburn War Maiden."