Emperor's Reckoning

The building shook heavily as the topmost room was devastated. The ceiling was destroyed along with the walls as the wind blew strongly at such height. As the floor was the only part of the room that remained, the two figures stood and stared at each other.

Their hairs fluttered against the wind as the two men held their ground. Despite the sudden attack launched by Lyon, the master of the room had a calm state as he stared at the said young man.

"I see, so you killed Thuram?" asked the master.

Lyon smiled, "You can say that."

It was obvious that the name the master mentioned was, of course, belonging to the original owner of the returning jade stone.

The master furrowed his eyebrows, "You are only a peak level Soul Realm cultivator, how can you kill him?"

No matter how much he thought about it, there was no chance of him touching his right-hand man, let alone killed him. The disparity was too far away for them to even had a contest. It was like a single ant overturning a mammoth.

However, looking at the state of his room he curved up a smile.

Amazing, such amazing display of strength from a mere peak Soul Realm cultivator. His room was reinforced with the finest material of the land, it was hard to even make a dent out of it because of its durability. However, the lad in front of him destroyed it so with just a palm.

"What is your name?" asked the master.

"Lyon."

"Lyon who?"

The master wanted to know his background. If such a kid had such enormous strength, he must not have come from a family of nobodies. With his wide connection, he might be able to do something under his nose.

"Torga."

The master immediately furrowed his eyebrows. His last name echoed in his mind. It was a familiar name yet he forgot where did he hear such a name. However, his heart had a feeling that it was the name of an esteemed family.

The recent great families that contacted with the group didn't have that name. So it will be very hard to track down his identity.

"Hmm, what is your purpose of coming here and attacking me all of a sudden?" asked the master.

He knew the young man in front of him didn't have the chance of beating him. Especially that the others were probably coming to his room as he spoke.

Lyon pointed his green-scaled hand toward the master as his eyes turned vertical like a cold-blooded beast. "You've made a grievous sin."

His eyes flashed as the crying Elize appeared in his mind. The innocent girl was trapped by her mother because they didn't have any choice. Living in fear that someday they might not see each other again.

"Now, you've got to deal with me," said Lyon before he ruthlessly disappeared from the master's sight.

The fist immediately connected as the loud boom made the floor cracked. Lyon furrowed his eyebrows as he realized the situation they were in.

The master casually held his fist with a single hand without even budging. "That's quite a strength you got there, pity your cultivation realm is too low."

Lyon's lips suddenly curved up a smile before the master furrowed his eyes brows. The lower half of the arm that was holding his attack suddenly sprout out blood from a spiraling slash-like wound.

"Very good!" praised the master before he landed a kick on his stomach.

Lyon immediately propelled backward while his legs kept him from falling off the edge. It was just a casual kick without any art yet the blood inside him rushed upward before escaping his mouth.

(Heh, I should know my limit) thought Lyon as he wiped the blood from the edges of his lips.

(Grandpa, what are the chances of me landing a hit on him?) said Lyon inwardly.

(Honestly, you got no chance hahaha, unless you want to go beyond but that would be too risky for your body with your current level).

(How risky?).

(You will lay in bed for three days I guess if you hold it for thirty seconds).

(That's enough for me).

Considering that he needed to catch up with his fellow members for the Crown. Three days in bed would leave him only two days before the grand competition. With his spatial element, he was confident that he could rush to Mabia.

Lyon suddenly stood and crossed his arm while closing his eyes. His action got the master's interest as he asked, "What are you going to do now?"

The fact that a Soul Realm cultivator could do so much to a powerful cultivator such as him brought about the excitement within him. He was rarely in action and all he did was managed the group. With his appearance, he finally got to stretch his strength albeit not to the utmost limit. But it's better than nothing.

Lyon took a deep breath as the mana surrounding them suddenly came to halt and changed course. His scally arms gradually turned to normal as his hair gradually turned green. Slowly, on the skin of his back formed two words that gave out a divinity aura.

'True Dragon'

Lyon opened his eyes and revealed his vertical pupils as he curved up a smile. He could sense mana was riding on his skin even when he stood. His hair fluttered as he stared at the masked man in front of him.

"It's funny, I feel like I could take on an army in this form."

The master furrowed his eyebrows. He could sense something was different within his young opponent. (His cultivation is the same, but what is it?).

Lyon immediately leaped forward before turned his body around and lifted his knee. The powerful roundhouse kick was launched at incredible speed.

(He is certainly faster, but) the master immediately lifted his forearm to block the imminent attack.

The kick connected with a loud boom toward his left forearm. However, this time, his arm kept budging as a sign of struggle.

*crack

The master opened his eyes, as the mask he wore had a little crack on it. A slit wound also appeared on his cheek as blood slowly ran down to his jawline.

Lyon smirked at his face before he spun and launched the backheel of the other foot at the forearm. Immediately sending the masked man to the debris of the ruined room.

"Stop chasing those beautiful women and come to me!" smirked Lyon at the scattering dust before glancing at the sky, "That goes for all of you too."

Hidden behind the clouds, the figure slowly revealed themselves. Wearing some sort of mask and the same getup as the master, he knew they were belonging to the same group.

"Hohoho, little brat, you dare to speak highly of yourselves, such gut is- HEY WAIT!" shouted one of the figures in the sky.

In the middle of his speech, Lyon immediately crashed the returning jade stone he stole from Felicia. The green light immediately enveloped him and shot out to the sky while his words echoes.

"I don't care what an old man says, but if that beautiful big sister beside you wants to say something I'm listening hahaha!"

The man was fuming with rage.