Emperor's Reckoning

The presence of her stance exuding the aura of an immortal. Her muscles were both tensed and relax as the enemies couldn't figure out her next move.

Weder clearly looked at her eyes with concern as they slightly squinted. Her haughty manners brought scorn on the rest of their faces but the experienced ones like him knew with a glance toward her eyes and the aura exuding from her figure that she had not said a single lie.

"I see now that you are indeed capable," commented Weder.

"Huh?" the rest of the group looked at the oldest and strongest among them with a surprised look.

"Father...?"

"She is indeed a capable woman, far beyond your insight Borton," muttered Weder without looking at his son.

"Hahaha, I guess you are built on the battlefield rather than a comfy bed," remarked Cecile.

"Well my skin does weary with time, but my skill is not as rustic, don't worry, I will try my best not to kill you or the heavens might curse me in doing so," Weder chuckled before he flew slightly forward in front of the rest.

"Kill me? I think you are mistaken, these wounds on my body are not from your boys," Cecile chuckled.

"Hmm?"

"It's from the spatial storm father," answered Borton as he gritted his teeth. Though they were imaginably stronger than her by cultivation levels, they couldn't land a single hit against her body. Her endurance and agility were well off the chart especially her tenacity in enduring the nightmare of all gods.

Weder clearly furrowed his eyebrows as he heard what his son had just said. There was a slight doubt as the thoughts didn't manage to come out of his mouth. He tentatively looked at Cecile with a different light before making before the former smirked.

"You went through the spatial storm and are still alive? Your meridians are still intact?" asked Weder. Clearly from his fazed figure that he himself was not confident in doing so. The risk was still high even for an Ascending God realm like himself to went through the dreaded tunnel.

"Intact? It didn't even budge the slightest, these are nothing but minor wounds," said Cecile.

"Minor? Hahaha, you must have a really strong backing if you could survive the spatial storm with that cultivation level."

"Heh, Treas family has nothing to do with this. I never take a single item from the treasury since it couldn't amount to anything compared to the riches my dear husband used to have."

"Husband? You found someone capable of contesting with you?"

"Contesting? Heh, I don't think you understand, he is the one that taught me how to battle, he is my teacher, my trust, my everything!" Her battle aura spiked before she brutally flew forward with Scarlet in her hand pointing directly at him. Piercing the very wind that dared enough to stand in her way, her eyes were lusting for battle as she was born with the physique that could handle a war on its own.

"Looks like a marvelous man that it would come from your haughty mouth, I wish to meet him!" grinned Weder before he took out a sword before a dinging clash reverberated a shockwave that repelled the other godhood realm cultivators.

The two swords rattling in equal as Cecile smirked before she muttered, "Meet him? I don't think your son and your grandson would like that idea."

"Hmm?" Weder furrowed his eyebrows before a sudden kick pushed him backward.

"Heh, don't you feel something is off, Weder?" asked Cecile with a smile.

"Indeed, the flow of mana is currently flowing in a direction instead of staying still, is someone trying to chant a powerful spell I wonder."

"Turn around, I know you are confident enough to show your back against me," muttered Cecile as she smiled playfully.

"Father don't! That's her ploy! She is sly and wicked on top of her unnatural strength. She won't abide the honor of cultivators."

"Silence! You are ganging up on a woman yet you talk about honor?!" shouted Weder before he smiled toward the woman, "sorry about my ill-mannered son, let's see here."

Weder calmly turned around before his weary eyes slowly enlarged as an apocalyptic dark sphere was upon his glance. Floating in the middle of the sky, even the moon was hiding behind the dark clouds. He tried his senses to gauge what was that as he also tried to read his own memories, however, no result was found as he couldn't identify what it was. Something so big was not far from him all this time but he couldn't sense it. The flow of mana was directly coming inside the dark sphere as he made a harsh gulp.

"What... is that?"

"You said you wanted to meet him, don't tell me you have a second thought," smirked Cecile.

"That's... your husband?"

"Father! Don't let her fool you! She is buying time! We need to apprehend her this instance! The man inside that sphere, he is a true monster!" shouted Borton as he gritted his teeth.

Weder looked at his son before noticing the cold sweat that was on his son's forehead. The direct fear coming out of his face and dilating pupils showed no lie.

"Heh, Grandpa sun, I don't think I can hold on much longer, however, I can give them one last glow," muttered Cecile.

"I expect nothing less from his wife!" said Sun who crossed his arms as he stood on top of her head, "Go! Show me the glimmer of a war god!"

Cecile grinned his teeth out before her auburn eyes turned golden as she pointed her sword toward Weber. The armor that had broken, reformed in a shade of glow as the four banners fluttered against the wind. The iconic headdress came in full form before Weder felt a killing intent creeping up his spine. He turned around before seeing what was a maiden was now a goddess. Her face was dyed red with blood as he could sense her consciousness diminishing each second, however, he suddenly turned wary as he could feel the tremendous presence exuding out of her.