Emperor's Reckoning

The clouds in the night sky calmly passed by the bright full moon while the wind blew gently to give the serene feel to the crowd under it. The branches on the trees swayed like it was dancing to entice the peace of an atmosphere.

Alas, the perfect scenery couldn't be fully enjoyed as the crowd below was focusing on two men that's facing each other. Though the fire in on the walls was unmoving, everybody could feel the cold was growing.

Meanwhile, inside the girl's room, the girls' eyebrows crossed. Ryona was about to burst open the door behind her before Luna with her White Tiger bloodline activated, stopped her by just a hand on her shoulder.

Ryona quickly turned around, "What are y-," before she could finish her sentence the expression which Luna's showed shut her mouth.

"Calm down." Just those two words made Ryona which was more than powerful enough to take on an army, submitted.

While Karina was adjusting her clothes, she saw the difference between Luna before and now. These drastic changes also didn't escape Kyoko's special eyes.

Though she looked the same physically, her demeanor was changing. Her calm and collected expression made everything seemed to be under her control. White aura could clearly be seen seeping from her body by Kyoko as the silhouette of White Tiger emerging behind Luna's back.

(S-such power, maybe I am a stronger cultivator than her, but never could I have that kind of commanding aura) thought Ryona. She always felt that Luna was like her little sister, be there to be protected, but tonight's experience made her wonder that maybe she was the little sister instead.

(Even the Teacher submitted to her! I knew it, she is definitely no ordinary princess) thought Riku on her bed.

Suddenly a voice was heard from outside the door.

"Hmph! I hear you even manage to kill an elder here, such feat at a young age, you are definitely no ordinary talent." said the middle-aged man with contempt. The news was all over the place, the only outsider daring enough to kill an elder inside the clan but get's away with it. He heard it everywhere in this town so it's not hard to find Lyon's location.

"But don't think I'm that weak! I will use everything to kill you and avenge my son! After all, a Soul Realm is still a Soul Realm!" said the man as he released his deadly intent.

Lyon stayed silent like a statue the whole time the man spoke. The weaker cultivators would say that he was too scared to move but the stronger ones was able to tell the difference.

"What's wrong kid? Oh, I see, if you are willing to kowtow and apologize to my son I will let you take your own life." said the man with a laugh.

"Oi Fenrir wake up!" said Lyon while patting his companion which was asleep on top of his head the entire time. Fenrir lazily opened his baggy eyes.

"I'm pissed right now, so can you keep up with me? Don't want you to fall down because of my speed," said Lyon with half confidence and half-joking.

Fenrir responded with a nod and grabbed Lyon's hair tightly with his paw.

With a quick finger, Lyon wrote a spell with rainbow color, "Saint Magic, Speed Buff Hermes". With his chant, the spell activated as a rainbow-colored circle magic brand appeared on top of his head before dropping through him.

The event happened so fast the crowd had their awe's stuck on their throat, blink three times and it's over.

The middle-aged man could only watch the magic activated since he had absolutely no time to speak let alone react. (Is-is that an Insta Cast? No that can't be right, it would take a huge amount of mana to cast a Taboo level spell let alone a Saint one! And if my eye didn't deceive me, it was the highest grade! Rarest of the rare!).

Luna was taking a peek through the keyhole on the door to see what's happening while Ryona was pouting since she couldn't do anything even with her strength. Her eyes opened wide as she saw the spell activated in under a minute.

She was observing from the start and she saw the ludicrous speed of which Lyon absorbed the heaven's and world's energies a.k.a mana. It almost looked like an instant cast but it wasn't at all, (My heart is beating faster than before) thought Luna as she had a shade of red on her face.

"Kid if you teach me the spell that you just used, I will personally remove our animosity." said the middle-aged man with confidence. In his eyes, that spell worth much more than his worthless only son. With that spell, the Kafrin clan would have a new trump card and could be a force to be reckoned with.

*hiss

Lyon was taking a deep breath as the answer to his demand. Unbeknownst to Lyon, the door beside him opened a little with the eyes of the girls were stacking up to peek at them. The peeked were now the peekers.

With a smirk, Lyon said, "I don't care if your cultivation is higher than mine, let me show you the price of pissing me off, oh, and don't think I don't know that you are stalling for time."

"Hm?!" the middle-aged man was surprised by Lyon's bull's eye deduction. Exactly the middle-aged man came here with his father to kill Lyon but his father came a little later than him.

"Oh and Luna, I always stole a glance of your butt too so don't fret!"

His sentence sent an electrifying current to her body as her complexion turned red and the entire aura of White Tiger was washed off. She couldn't say anything but looked down and bump her index fingers.

"Hmph! Try not to blink before you die."

*swosh

Sensing the immediate danger the middle-aged man raised his sword to guard. "Hn?!" (I-I can't move my arms! Move damn it!). Though he could see Lyon was coming straight at him his muscle won't move. His brain was fast enough to know what's in front of him but not fast enough to move his arms.

*blink

*clank

It was then that the muscle finally kept up with his brain and put on a guarding position. (Huh? What?). Lyon was not there.

"I told you don't blink," said Lyon coldly while standing behind him facing the crowds instead.

Fueled with anger the middle-aged man turned and slashed Lyon. However, (why... come on slash him! What's wrong?! huh... why can I turn my head one hundred and eighty degrees?).

*thud

The middle-aged man's head dropped to the ground. He was still conscious when he saw his own body fell down but the last thing he saw wasn't that. The last vision of his life was a red-blood sword on Lyon's right hand.