Emperor's Reckoning

Lyon crossed his arms before he looked at the two astonished kings, still sitting comfortably on their respective seats.

"I must say the view from that place is great right? Watching your own people getting massacred that is," said Lyon as he smirked.

King Pala furrowed his eyebrows, "What are you—"

"No need to hold back," said Lyon as his eyes turned indifferent.

The moment the words were heard, blood immediately spurted out.

Graham and Assid furrowed their eyebrows before taking a glance at Kesya. Their eyes squinted before both of them suddenly leaped back to Lyon's side.

"Hm? What's wrong?" asked Lyon. It was unusual for them to not obey his words.

"She is frenzied, master," said Graham.

"Frenzied?" asked Lyon.

Assid nodded, "Look at her eyes, young master. The dark-elven blood inside her body is overtaking her elven blood."

Lyon's eyes turned sharp before he noticed that Kesya's blue eyes had turned black. A ghastly aura permeated out of her gaze as blood surrounded her figure. She didn't shout nor roar, but the blood kept on spurting in the air without stopping. Nobody could get near her. She was the goddess of death herself, and the goddess grinned as she befell True Gods as if they were nothing but insects.

"What happened to her?" asked Lyon his eyes squinted, "Is she going to be alright?"

"She is going to be fine, she just really needs this little vent," said Assid.

(Vent?) thought Lyon as he looked at her killing without mercy.

The king of the Golden Dragon Kingdom furrowed his eyebrows as cold sweat drenched his forehead. A lone woman was fighting thousands of elite cultivators alone. She killed them like they never cultivated their whole life. (How is it possible that such a monster exists! And why is she serving that cocky brat?!).

Wanda gulped as she saw the woman keep killing without seeing her having some mercy for her lungs.

"STOP!" a shout suddenly covered the whole city and it echoed.

Wanda squinted her eyes as she watched King Pala panting.

His forehead was drenched. Cold sweat basked his entire face as disbelief enveloped his figure. The outcome was far more different than what he had hoped for. Most of his powerful subordinates were present, but one by one they were killed like nothing but insects. Killing True Gods effortlessly, even he himself couldn't do it.

Lyon crossed his arms as he furrowed his eyebrows. He looked at the king. He noticed the nervousness that was exuded from the ruler. He could only snort in disdain.

"What do you want?" asked Lyon.

(You!!) said King Pala inwardly. "I have come to remember a certain event that might interest you."

Hilde furrowed her eyebrows before she muttered, "Talk about having no pride."

"It's because of his audacity that he made it this far, you can't blame him," answered her father.

The king of the Golden Dragon Kingdom furrowed his eyebrows but spoke not a word as he looked at King Pala.

"Please forgive me in advance, my dear friend," said King Pala. "Justice is blind but these eyes of mine are old. I had just remembered that Hezar, my own commander had committed yet, an unforgiven crime against you and most notably, your friends."

Hezar who still had not yet been shredded by Kesya immediately looked up toward his king, "You wouldn't..."

"Ho?" Lyon's eyes were indifferent but his eyebrows were raised. "What are you trying to say here?"

King Pala smiled before he leaped down. The shredded corpses of elites didn't faze him. He kept his gaze toward the young man, bringing the brightest smile that he could muster.

"What do you say, a truce?" (I can't lose any more of my subordinates. Damn Sverine and Bolg! They didn't suffer a loss!). He had calculated that even if he had somehow survived this madness, his power in the balance of First Heaven would be minuscule. For survival, he had to scrap his face to the ground and let it be trampled.

"A truce? Don't you have pride left in you, King Pala?"

The word didn't come from Lyon's mouth, but instead, it was from the deadly queen that ruled Sverine.

(That bitch!) King Pala looked at Wanda with a smile upfront. "I don't have any idea what you are talking about, Queen Sverine, but if we have a way of peace, why should we shed unnecessary blood?"

Queen Wanda chuckled as she shook her head. The shamelessness caught her loss for words but not for laugh.

King Pala smiled (Just shut up vixen!) he turned around before looking at Lyon. "What do you say?"

"Do I need to remind you how adamant you were to have my head severed?" asked Lyon as he smirked.

"Ah, that's just abiding the law, and our law was never perfect, how about I exchanged Hezar's head for peace?"

Hezar immediately had his eyes bulged open in disbelief. He was the famous commander of his country, yet, he was going to be sacrificed by the king that he had served. God knows how many times did he had to cower, cultivate, curry favor, and stealthily quell the rivalries that were happening in their military with proper 'accident'.

His face immediately turned pale. The heroic tale of Hezar, at least in the eyes of some, was going to end with his head in a basket.

"Don't take it Lyon!" shouted Carius as he glared at King Pala.

"Ah, Carius, I humbly ask for your forgiveness, however, worry not, I can, reimburse you. Ask what kind of resources you want, you or the Mortal World. Whatever that you want—"

"Do you take me for a child, Pala!" Carius gritted his teeth before he looked at Lyon. "Don't do it, Lyon!"

King Pala shook his head before giving Lyon a smile, "What do you say Lyon? I can also provide you with many resources, including beauties from all corners of First Heaven. They surely can't contest against your wives but they are still the finest that even nobles alike couldn't get their hands on."

King Pala laughed inwardly. He noticed the subtle change the moment the word beauties were mentioned. (Every man is the same, power, fame, and woman!).