Emperor's Reckoning

The pot-bellied manager was looking at the face the woman made. She opened the poster up before her lips curved upward with her eyes dilating. The ominous feeling that crept up inside him immediately swelled. Death and he were even closer than the top of his eyelids against the bottom of his eyelids.

"It's really him... no doubt about it... only he will pull something like this... haha HAHAHA!" she laughed with tears breaking out of her eyes. She faced the sky with her teeth barring, "Trembling... aren't you? H-e-a-v-e-n..."

Her killing intent spread the moment she spelled the last letter of her last word. There was no warning and the pot-bellied manager was the nearest one. Swallowed up by the killing intent that far surpassed those criminals combined, he couldn't even see the light nor could he knew how to breathe. His heart literally stopped beating and the light that his retinas received suddenly turned dim. The alerting condition caught him off-guard but even with the shred of consciousness that he retained inside his brain, he couldn't move a muscle.

He could only immensely shriek inwardly. He had lost. With the kind of power that just the two of them displayed, he should have chosen to flee. The absurd strength that even a top-level Ascending God realm cultivator couldn't handle. (Lyon had never 'check' us, it's just that, we are already 'mate' by him, Lyon... my biggest regret is choosing to stay! Whoever that young man is... only heaven can contend now!).

His heart let out its last thump. His entire body trembled and shook for the last time. His knees were the first ones to give out. The thud of his fall didn't last long before the rest of his upper body followed. He died. Not a single finger was laid upon him and he died. Merely because of the intense killing intent that she exuded.

"Hmm?" the lady looked at the corpse in front of her with no interest.

She turned around before waving the poster as she walked back to the other two.

The nearby onlookers were distraught. There was no telling what would happen if the three actually acted together but their imagination couldn't handle such an image. Their sum had diminished over the course of minutes. They were not risking their lives to witness an obliteration. Things already went as expected.

"Hmm? What is she holding?" asked the half-giant. The man with the hair of ash had not a single drop of blood on him but one could see straight coagulated blood not far from his feet.

The other man readjusted his glasses with a push of a finger and revealed his sharp eyes. He threw away the umbrella that he used to cover the blood from splatting against his figure. The smell of iron started to permeate the area as he let out a snort.

"It's this," said the one with the glasses before handing out a copy of the poster to the half-giant.

"Hm?" he took the poster before opening it up. His sharp eyes soon turned dilated before his lips pointed upward.

"Master did not lose his touch, a turd for a head, hahaha!" the half-giant laughed a reverberating laugh.

"However with this," the woman muttered.

"We all know where he is," muttered the ashen-haired half-giant.

"More like where he is heading," said the man with the glasses.

"Then let's go," said the tallest of them all before he took a step forward.

The brave onlookers had their lips retracted to both sides as they raised their eyebrows in horror.

"W-What is he going to do?!"

"He is going to finish this of course!"

"Get out of here! Let's get out of here!"

The onlookers wasted no time as they scurried away like rats that could fly.

The half-giant spread his arms open along with his palms. The muscle on his strong arms tensed as veins in his forearms bulged, yet his face was unfazed.

"Hm," he hit his palms against one another. The deafening boom extremely escalated before the grand auction houses were blown away to smithereens. The cloud of dust didn't even manage to stay before being pushed by the wind. In that one single second, the three of them were no more to be seen. As if a natural disaster had descended, even the landmasses slightly shifted. The blood on the ground instantly dried up to an untraceable state and one could see the space where he once stood slightly bent.

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"I've come on the short notice, I heard the news, maybe I will finally find a worthy opponent here haha!" said a hot-blooded young man as he crossed his arms, "while making money too."

"Stop acting as if you eyed the battle and not the money."

"But... heh, isn't this kind of overkill? We are not going to fight a war now are we?"

Standing by the headquarter of Treas over one thousand experts had gathered. Every single one of them was hero-worthy and talented. Their combat prowess was intangible but credible. They already had some fair of fame to their name, but only because of Treas that they were willing to get together.

"However got Lyon gets the additional prize right?"

"As if I would let you."

The cultivators were chatting amongst themselves before a soldier come out with devastating news.

"The last of the main branch has fallen! The last of the main branch has fallen!

"Screw them! Nothing but a waste of resources" answered Lord Treas as he was gear ready from day one.

"Listen, my dear friends, this young man had thought that he could get away from insulting me. I want to teach him that there is a fate worse than death! Bring me Lyon Torga and I shall utilize my resources to your desire!" said Lord Treas on top of the balcony with the veins on his neck challenging the skin.

The experts all turned up a smile as they heard what their 'employer' said.

"Too bad... I'm already here!"

Their eyes opened wide, especially the lord of Treas. The fluttering of thick feathers was heard before a screech followed. Standing on top of the head of the huge bird was a young man with a smirk on his face. Crossing his arms, he looked down with his eyes taunting them.