Emperor's Reckoning

"WHO ARE YOU?!" shouted someone with blood running over his face.

Struggling to stand with hundreds behind him he looked at the tall figure in front of him with horror. (I'm an expert! I was hired to guard this auction house by Treas! Who in the right mind would fight Treas?!).

His ashen hair slightly fluttered as he paid no heed to the question of the foremost fighter in front of him. His indifferent face was looking at the building behind the hundreds of cultivators that were standing in front of him. He opened his crossed arms before the hundreds of them were alerted as the flight instinct kicked in.

"Oi! Don't do it! You will incite his wrath!"

The ashen haired didn't mind his words as he raised his right arm casually before his hand formed a gripping motion.

The hundreds cultivator was looking at his palms with gasped and choked words. There was no mercy appearing from his muscular right arm.

The onlookers were looking from behind and a certain distance. They were all gulping their salivas as sweat profused out of their forehead. Their heart thumped as even a glance against that ashen-haired man brought down his cultivation pride to the base of the abyss.

"The Wind Terror.... he didn't even stand a chance. That ashen man didn't even lift a single muscle before all of those cultivators had blood running out of their orifices."

"It's one thing after another... first the huge announcement that a young man was to be given a bounty by Treas, now....?!"

"Do you think they are linked?"

"Lyon Torga... if this guy is his backing, we might as well anticipate a great war in near time, very near."

"But... here is the thing... I just heard a piece of notorious news..."

"What?"

"That ashen-haired man, he is not the only one that is eradicating the auction houses... there are two others as well... not even the artifacts survived, it is clear that they didn't want to rob the Treas... They are after something else...."

"It seems like the things are more leaning toward him being Lyon's backing."

"Hmph!" The ashen-haired swung his claw forward as if he tried to rip the air in front of him.

The Wind Terror, the cultivator that was standing in the frontmost had his eyes opened wide before his hair fluttered against the wind. His mouth opened wide at the approaching force.

*Boom!

The loud noise of the explosion could only be heard before the debris of the auction house was thrown away forward. The smoke from the destruction immediately permeated out of the site upon impact as the ground was ripped apart. A patch of blood adorned the remaining lot, but not a single limb could be seen. The smell of iron mingled with the cloud of dust from what was once the auction house.

The onlookers were choked on their own words as their knees turned lifeless. Their eyes couldn't help trembling as fear made them deaf out of their own thumping hearts. There was a limit to what a man could do, but that notion was stripped out by the event that was happening right in front of them. One swing of an arm, not even touching the matter, was enough to kill those hundreds of experts along with the auction house that Treas was proud of.

"A weak mortal dare to humiliate my master's prestige? Even those seraphim in heaven had to bow their heads from just looking at his feet."

After saying those words, he was gone in the blink of an eye. He left nothing on his trace, even when people were looking at him with their eyes locked open, they couldn't follow his movement. Tall that he was, his movement was gentle like his master.

"Ugh... ah...."

They felt as if the choking of their throat was finally over though nothing had really happened. The presence alone was suffocating and the destruction that he did topped it. There was not a single thing in this world that could compare what he had just done. Even the hidden expert that observed him shook his head and neatly rolled the bounty poster of Lyon Torga.

Treas had perhaps incited the wrath of a monster bigger than their own. The destruction of Treas seemed not so impossible with his appearance now.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.

One man was standing with his back standing straight. Cleaning the dust off of his glasses with a clean napkin the man captivated the horror faces of his surrounding that he didn't mind. Unfazed by the witnesses he cooly wore his glasses before his sharp eyes were revealed.

"Excuse me," muttered the man before he disappeared from their sight.

The onlookers immediately rushed in with their mouths gaping. Taking a good look at one of the auction houses... there was none. The experts that were guarding the building were also gone without a trace, not even blood was left. Only a huge crater there on the huge lot.

Meanwhile, the other one...

Her dark golden hair looked down before spitting her saliva. She took a slight jump before she brutally disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"W-Wh-What the... hell..."

"I-Is that red thing below.. magma?!"

The onlookers saw a glimmering red liquid slowly rising up as the temperatures followed. The sheer height of the giant pit made him crawl back in fear. They couldn't believe that woman could not only destroy the building but ultimately gave them a new landmark.

"Tt-this... this is not on the level of offending Treas anymore is it..." gulped an expert cultivator.

"N-No... this is something major... and based on the flying news... she is probably Lyon Torga's backing, one of the three so far!"

"I think *Gulp They are trying to destroy Treas now... they are not fighting them... they are trying to annihilate them. You can even sense the hatred she exuded when she rumbled our world."

"Lyon Torga... that name gradually brought up fear instead of mockery now."