Emperor's Reckoning

The patriarch of the Loh Sect was looking at the confrontation in front before shaking his head. Unlike Borton who had a slim shade of hope in his eyes, he did not. His son had died because of the very same young man and his turn wouldn't belong. If only he took what Cecile had offered him, things wouldn't end up this catastrophic.

"Your son won't survive Borton..." muttered the old patriarch.

"Huh?" Borton furrowed his eyebrows before the multiple copies of Lyon gradually vanished one by one. Only those eight that covered Karina were left.

The sign of their disappearance caught the shivering chill in the atmosphere before Borton felt another ominous feeling clenching his soul.

"You think too highly at your hope Borton... do you think a man with multiple progressive breakthroughs like that would care for some astral body? He is currently standing at the pinnacle of a mortal! Killing gods left and right, destroying a mountain, even space! Not to mention his element aptitudes."

"Do you think the status of Treas would hinder him? Your son will face the same fate as mine. Look at his eyes, Borton! Do you think those eyes contain mercy?!" shouted the patriarch of Loh Sect before he chuckled by himself.

Borton darted his gaze from his crazed ally to the young man that grabbed his son like a chicken for slaughter. His heart thumped as his pupils constricted the moment he saw those gazes. There was not a shred of fear in that black eyes that could contain the very galaxy itself. The astral of a great being like the oldest of the Treas didn't even faze him as his hand didn't flinch.

"Don't interfere, old man, else I would destroy you too."

The astral figure furrowed his eyebrows as he was slightly in disbelief despite not showing it behind those creased foreheads of his. (I let out my killing intent and enveloped his entire body, but how, how is he not affected at all?).

"You have haughty words for your age, despite my presence, do you not feel the need to revere me?" asked the astral figure.

Lyon smirked before he pulled Hanjiseh out of Russel's gut before he let go of his choking grip and let him fall to the ground. The loud thud produced a cloud of dust but Borton was smiling as he saw his son still breathing despite the gruesome wound he had on his stomach.

The astral figure slightly nodded, "At least you are wise enough not to offend me further."

Russel was laying on the ground as he couldn't move even an inch. His fingers were still trembling as he had face to face with death itself. Despite the crunching pain that made him heaved for breath, the very core of his meridians was still functioning fine and there were no critical injuries other than it. His eyes were glaring above as he looked at the young man with a full set of general commander armor. (I will kill you!) shouted Russel inwardly.

"Hmm... you're not bad young man, I'm sure we will meet again. Hahaha!" laughed the astral body before he turned around and started to hover down to meet his granddaughter.

Lyon flipped the javelin in his hand before the blade pointed downward as he smirked, "Heh."

"Hmm?!" the astral figure opened his eyes wide as his eyebrows risen.

"Huh?" Russel's eyes reflected a glimmer of a blade that was pointing down against his very figure. He made a harsh gulp as he looked at it not even dangling in the slightest. There was an invisible pressure that he felt a pressure against his neck each second that it went by as he stared directly above. His tongue trembled as it pressed against the ceiling of his mouth before he muttered, "N-n-n-no...."

The astral figure turned around before his rising eyebrows furrowed as he asked, "What are you trying to do?"

Lyon's eyes turned sharp before he muttered in a cold chilling voice, "What every man would do."

Borton opened his eyes wide but a scream could only stick in his throat before, under the menacing gaze of the astral figure, Lyon casually opened his hand. Just as soon as the tail of the javelin, Hanjiseh, went past his waistline, he muttered.

"Die."

"Don't you da—!" the astral figure couldn't finish his word.

Lyon somersaulted before the base of his right foot hit the tail of the javelin. The impact reverberated the very space as a supersonic boom and a shockwave traversed the entire sky. Hanjiseh was plunged downward with the boost from his kick as it tears the fabric of space. The blade was reflecting Borton's opened gawking mouth before reflecting Russel's pupils that turned into a thin line.

"NO!" shouted Russel before managed to blink as the blade went through his glabella.

The impact trembled the land as the very island itself broke with huge slithering cracks. Masses of rocks and debris flying by as the deafening sound of the explosion traversed through. Nobody was prepared for such a devastating blow as the onlookers could only be blown back from the shockwave.

A sudden flash of light rose from below before it encompassed the world as Karina could see a silhouette laying on the ground got disintegrated pieces by pieces as if it was made of paper before one of the Lyons carried her and jumped away as the very island crumbled and slowly swallowed by the raging sea.

Her golden hair fluttered before she tugged it behind her ear as she darted her glance against the young man hovering in the air with his four banners fluttering with might and glory. The edges of her lips slowly pointed upward before her eyelids finally gave in as she slept under his copy's arms.

Lyon crossed his arm as he slightly spread his leg to the width of his shoulder line. His face was playful as he looked down at the astral figure in front of him.