Emperor's Reckoning

The appearance of the three was seamless and untraceable. The experts amongst the onlookers immediately felt immense underwhelmed by their presence. Came without a change of wind and arrived with a heavy aura that shifted at will. With this one single move, they silently admitted defeat.

"Three! It's all of them!"

"Damn! They didn't hold back for the final one!"

"Don't you think *gulp, that is dangerous here? One of them could easily destroy the land with a wave of their hand. If the three of them have gathered here, there is no telling if this world could survive or not!"

Their curiosity and their excitement collided at the same increasing value. Cold sweat was drenching all of their faces and their trembling knees could be heard if one concentrate enough.

"So these three huh?" asked one brave criminal as he step forward from the rest. The rest of the group was laughing with a chuckle as they let the drunken fool got close.

A thousand laughs were reverberating the world and any other cultivator would have their heart shrieked inwardly. However, not a single bat of an eye was made from the trio that everyone feared. The three of them along eradicate almost all of Treas's auction houses. Nobody knew where they came from and they could only link it to one man that recently steal the spotlight.

The three of them were the ones responsible for bringing his name to such height. The fame and the silhouette of the smirk that he made rose sky high. The young man that was supposed to be a nobody suddenly heat up and be the talk of the world.

The sluggish drunk approached the man in the middle with a few hiccups from his drunk state. He dragged his feet forward with a sword dangling in his hand.

(I paid them a hefty price and this is what I get?!) thought the pot-belied man with a furrow of his eyebrows (However, how weird, not even with my connection did I ever notice these guys. Where the hell did they come from?)

"You're only a Godhood cultivator, yet you dare to beat this king of criminals, Sir Barus!" said the man as he pointed against himself. The self-declaration brought about the laughter of the rest cultivators that the manager hired. There was not a single doubt that the man was acting all high and mighty. With those powerful cultivators behind him, he doubts that the three of them would dare to do anything rash and disadvantageous.

"I'm a level five Asce—" his eyes opened wide as a flick of a finger was coming toward him.

*Splurt!

He didn't finish his word before the world stood still as if time was frozen. The pot-bellied manager opened his mouth up before his jaw was locked. The following cultivators in front of him were doing the same thing. They watched their allies was casually slain by a Godhood cultivator. The blood didn't spark against the sky but instead, it was bursting through them. Some of the criminals' faces were on the receiving end of the blood. There was not a single remnant left but the red thick liquid of him.

"He... He literally turned into mist...."

"Did... did you see what happened?"

"He... flicked his finger..."

"What?!"

"The worst part is... he didn't even touch it with his flicked finger! That ashen hair giant is a monster!"

One of the onlookers was falling on their ass as he couldn't blink even when he wanted to. The power display was too much for him to bear and the gore made his stomach upset. The man crawling out from the place without much further thinking.

"W-What the... What happened?" muttered the manager as his narrow eyes couldn't be narrowed anymore. That level five Ascending God criminal was causally obliterated with a flick of a finger against the air. (That's the fucking air! Who the fuck is that powerful?!) thought the pot-bellied manager as he looked at the ashen-haired one. The figure was obviously taller than the rest and unfazed like the rest.

"Impossible, how come a Godhood cultivator put out that much strength!"

"You'll pay dearly for that!"

He didn't give single care to the uproar of the criminals and their daunting aura. They all may pull their weapons out and aim at him. Rushing against him as the ground trembled with each footstep that they made. As if an army was trying to overkill one person. However, toward the incoming rage of the gods, he crossed his arms before a dark golden hair fluttered with a leap.

Her iconic black ears came out of nowhere before she flashed forward.

Going through all the thousands of experts in under one split second, the pot-bellied manager suddenly came face to face against her blue eyes.

The man with the glasses let out a sigh before pulling out an umbrella with a flick of his finger. He pointed it forward before pushing that one single button with his perfectly clean gloves. The umbrella unveiled its shelf in a snap of a second before he took a glance against his half-giant ally.

"No need."

"Suit yourself.

*THUMP!

A loud thump was heard before an explosion ensued. A single blast of firework made out of blood exploded and it instantly painted the umbrella that he held. The thousand of criminals were instantly turned into nothingness. One could even see a slit of space like one's thin opened wound from a knife, peaking against the spatial storm inside.

The onlookers were stumped as their eyes couldn't blink anymore. There was a limit to what one could do but what she just did brought their imagination to halt. All those hustle and bustle that they just made instantly vanished to thin air.

The pot-bellied manager couldn't believe what just happened as all of his resources turned into a mist of blood in a split second. His pupils constricted but the lady with black ears in front of her took up a paper in her hand.