Divine Emperor of Death

Davis inwardly clenched his teeth in self-blame upon receiving Mingzhi's cue.

It seemed that he was the one who carelessly thought that Evelynn had already resolved her guilt.

He couldn't help but cast a grateful look towards Mingzhi.

Clearly, despite the cold yet warm outlook that hid quite a bit of sorrow, Evelynn had been going around, talking with them all as the big sister for Mingzhi to care about her. After all, he had not seen Evelynn and Mingzhi talk that much.

"Sorry." he relayed to Mingzhi.

Nevertheless, how could he still allow Evelynn to carry that burden? He thought that she came out of it after he talked to her about it a few times, but for that topic to rattle her, it seemed that she was still bothered.

He made a mental note to talk about it to her later.

Mingzhi nodded ever so lightly to Davis's apology before she focused on the battle, appearing worried for Schleya.

*Bang!~*

Quite some time passed as they discussed and continued to discuss, but the battle below was transpiring at a stalemate as the three of them separated once again.

Jeras Orcha had regained one of his arms but spent sixty percent of his essence energy, but that was at most a bit of a problem as he had his martial energy to rely on. Welch Regalanius had also used up sixty percent of his essence energy, but due to having the power of Mandate Laws, his opponents couldn't near him. Lastly, Schleya had only spent fifty percent of her essence energy because Crescentblood helped her conserve energy.

Emperor Grade Armaments possessed their own energy and could sometimes even strike by themselves, although such a move demanded soul sacrifice from the armament spirit's part. It would cause the armament spirit to become weakened, fall in slumber or even die.

Nonetheless, while each of them had their advantage, Schleya had the least.

However, different than her, both Jeras Orcha and Welch Regalanius had used their blood essences. They looked a bit tired, so it could be said that the next move they make might end up eliminating one of them.

Jeras Orcha wiped the layer of blood from his lips. He didn't think that he, the Young Master of the Orcha Family, would stumble at this point.

Did he underestimate the other geniuses, or did he overestimate himself?

'No, this Schleya is too crafty and skilled…'

No matter how he tried to corner her when he got the chance, she always slipped away. If he got Welch Regalanius into a bind, she came to ruin things, which made it very difficult for him to defeat them.

He was mad at her.

However, looking at her torn robe and veil that made her reveal her exquisite lips and pale skin a bit, he couldn't help but gulp at her beauty.

Were the wicked path women this beautiful? Why hadn't he met one who was capable of soul-stealing like this with just a look?

However, he abruptly shook his head, 'Charm arts…! This insolent bitch… how dare she seduces me…!?'

Welch Regalanius felt a similar kind of enticement as he occasionally glanced, keeping an eye on her movements.

But on the other hand, Schleya had no idea why Jeras Orcha was shaking his head and looked at her with killing intent. Did he go crazy? Or did he finally understand that using killing intent against others to cow them was the right way to battle?

She took a deep breath and felt that it was time to end this battle that had gone a bit longer than she expected.

A battle of attrition wasn't her style at all, nor was it her forte.

"Blood Pledge: Reaper's Lock."

With a deep whisper, blood energy reverberated throughout the surroundings, connecting the three of them as though it was karmic binding.

Jeras Orcha and Welch Regalanius's hearts sank as they were suddenly encased by bloody chains that tried to seal their cultivation.

Schleya blinked with utter calmness, her beautiful eyes suddenly blazing with killing intent.

Crescentblood had tasted both their blood during their three-way scuffle. Therefore, using blood binding techniques like Blood Rejuvenation Art on them was easy for her. What's more, the technique she cast just now was even tougher than what Ander Reven cast on Zestria, for their blood was interconnected with her technique. Moreover, it was strong as Bylai's Golden Dragon Bind, causing them to struggle but unable to release themselves.

Such monstrous technique caused her to use up thirty percent of her energy in an instant, and at the same time, she felt a bit saddened.

'I didn't want to use this as it was one of my trump cards, but the experts here…'

Even though her technique was more terrifying and could seal cultivation if the chains fully suppressed them, she couldn't help but lament as others already revealed similar techniques, but even then, her opponents had not expected it from her as she was always slashing blades at them.

Nevertheless, as she was thinking, she appeared before Jeras Orcha, not giving him time to react because she knew he would get out first. She then slashed out, her twin blades slicing down from the air towards him.

"Wai-"

Jeras Orcha's heart almost leaped out of his throat as he saw the blades were going to slice his body into two from the head.

*Bang!~*

The blades stopped right on his forehead, piercing his skin which shone with deep blue light, not because Schleya stopped but because Jeras Orcha unleashed his true Body Tempering Cultivation and shattered the chains!

*Boom!~*

The resulting undulations of the heavy Water Dragon's Water sent Schleya flying, but without stopping, she used that momentum to fly towards Welch Regalanius, whose scalp turned numb.

He had the time to escape out of these binds, but with Jeras Orcha personally sending her to him, he knew that he was screwed if she reached him.

"I surrender!"

Even before she could reach within ten meters of him, he voiced out his defeat.

Schleya stopped her movement as she slowed. By the time she came to a stop, she was already in front of Welch Regalanius and blinked, the killing intent in her eyes disappearing before it vanished. She then clenched her hand and removed the Reaper's Lock Technique from Welch Regalanius, causing him to suck in a cold breath of air.

Jeras Orcha appeared similar, his eyes wide in trepidation even though it contained anger and indignance.

She went for the kill just now when she attacked, becoming absolutely ruthless. Jeras Orcha still felt that his body was severed from head to toe, while Welch Regalanius felt that he had died, her blades piercing his heart as though it was an illusion.

The people outside had also stood up on their seats, looking pale.

How terrifying!

By the time they sensed her intentions to end this battle, it was already too late.

Was this why the young wicked path experts mocked righteous young experts for being only useful with their mouths whenever they met? They lacked this kind of ruthlessness and sharpness that even their sword cultivators failed to have sometimes.

"Since Jeras Orcha used his Martial Overlord Stage cultivation base, he has forfeited the battle automatically while Welch Regalanius admitted defeat, making Schleya the winner of this battle." Honorable Elder Julian Kruse's voice somberly echoed.

His Heaven Gazing Sect and Heaven Mandate Temple both lost their matches against the Emperor of Death's group. He didn't know what to feel about it other than feeling a profound sense of relief combined with a sense of defeat.

The formation deactivated, and Schleya put Crescentblood back into her spatial ring before disappearing from the scene, leaving a dumbfounded Jeras Orcha and Welch Regalanius.

After a few seconds, they couldn't help but feel their faces burn. They did not even use their trump cards yet, but they were defeated.

Was this due to their carelessness or her skillfulness?

They both vaguely felt that she despicably used Charm Arts, but if they had made a mistake, one move was all it took for her to end their lives! Lowering their heads, they could only leave as they didn't have any proof of her Charm Arts. Even if they had, it was also a part of her strength.

Could they go righteously complain about it? Even they would feel their faces burn to ashes if they did something like that, so they obediently returned.