Emperor's Reckoning

The old patriarch and the other sect leaders from various clans or schools had gathered at a round table. All of their faces turned bitter at the failure of engaging the enemy. The sudden development and the appearance of the Avalanche Fist ruined their initial plan. None of them was convinced enough to dare lose a limb against Emperor Jin.

However, the old emperor was the one with the incredible loss. He would have expected his son to win the throne easily thus when the ceremony was held, the attack would have gone a lot smoother, but, the appearance of a youth that was out of the calculations ruined it.

An unknown youth who was powerful enough to kill his son and crippled his senior at the same time, not to mention only a fabric of his cloth was left of him.

All of them turned silent as they were waiting for the only empty chair left to be filled. Their eyes were looking at each other, all of them had suffered some loss from the incredible wrath of the empress. A single strike and half of their seniors turned into a kite in the sky before falling down without any soul intact.

"I lost, a lot..."

"Oh shut up, we know you said that so you can gain pity from us! All of us lost our students!"

"What did we gain in exchange though?"

"The Center City's army... nothing but rotten nobles they all are."

"Silence! I lost my son and gained nothing, not to mention... tch!"

The old patriarch took a glance at his shoulder that was currently healing. However, the insult and the unbelievable strength of the Avalanche Fist still trembled his spine.

"You are all here, good."

The voice immediately made their eyebrows raised. The empty chair was pulled back by a hand that was covered with a black glove. His forearms were covered by the long sleeves black uniform that he wore before he sat down. There was a hint of creases on his forehead but his hair was still blonde. The presence of his appearance alone suffocated the atmosphere.

He crossed his arms on top of the table as he looked at every single one of them with his slightly weary sharp eyes. Some looked away, most hung their heads. They all had bitter faces, that he could clearly tell. The conquest to hold the World of Blue or Blue World ended up in a failure.

"The plan was perfect, what happened?"

The middle-aged man clasped his hands on top of the table as he listened to the chronological order of events that had his eyebrows raised. His eyelids slowly closed as he listened to words to words from all the eight of them before he let out a sigh in the end.

"The chances of big brother being there was slim, but I never thought that it would come true. This is bad indeed, we couldn't antagonize them further."

"Blasphemous! I lost a son!" the old patriarch immediately stood up straight.

"Cut your word, I'm not done."

The raging breath immediately calmed down the moment he heard the chilling voice of the middle-aged man in the uniform. The former sat down with a hint of profused sweat as he nervously looked at the latter.

After seeing the old patriarch calmed down he continued, "Emperor Jin, big brother is not impossible to beat if we could outnumber him, with me joining the fight it would be easy to get rid of him out of the world, killing him, however, is downright impossible."

Not a single one dare to say that they could take on the Avalanche Fist, Emperor Jin Haga. His achievements were famous in his time, though the latter generation hardly mentioned him since the birth of his untouchable daughter, his power surely made a huge impact in their generations. A self-made emperor for the sole purpose of marrying the woman he couldn't help fell in love with.

"He is not unbeatable, just unkillable, playing the right piece then we can even do this without losing any blood on the ground."

"Do you mean, you are going after your own niece?"

The one that said the words sent them gasping. It would be horrific if they were to capture and using her as a bargaining chip with the Avalanche Fist close by, the man was mad.

"I don't think that it's impossible, no matter how angry he is, he won't act rash if her daughter was a stab away from death," said the middle-aged man. His eyes were dead sharp as he looked at the worried expressions of the sect leaders. Sure enough one of them immediately offered their opinions.

"But, she is quite strong despite her Divine Realm cultivation level, not to mention..." one of the sect leaders gulped his saliva as he remembered the roar of a dragon that took almost half of his senior students under a breath.

"She had hidden cards up her sleeves, that is quite obvious. She is the daughter of Jin Haga and sister-in-law, I expect nothing else. However, a Divine Realm is still a Divine Realm. If we couldn't capture her, then we might as well broke our own meridians."

The sect leaders hung their heads down. They were famous in their own right, powerful in the eyes of many, but the moment they stood against her, all of those thoughts vanished. The green jade eyes of her were piercing their souls as the death of their students slicing it up.

"Hmm... there is another option that we can go to."

The old patriarch spares no time before he continued under the sect leader's bewildered face.

"Instead of capturing the empress, we could capture her husband."

"Hm? I'm sorry, did you say husband?"

The middle-aged man furrowed his eyebrows before the old patriarch nodded to his confusion.

"Cecile has a husband, she had hidden it from the people, not even Emperor Jin knew about it."

"Then... what is his reaction toward this?"

"He actually looks happy that her untouchable daughter has a man beside her."

The middle-aged man slightly hung down before he laughed as he faced up, "hahaha! The heaven couldn't even sway her heart, who could this young man be."

"The very same man that killed my son," the old patriarch had his hand clenched into a fist.

The middle-aged man furrowed his eyebrows before he asked, "What is his name? The name that killed Kaiju Loh."

"Lyon Torga."

The middle-aged man slightly opened his eyes wide as he heard the two words. He clicked his tongue before his eyes went sharp.

"It's quite peculiar that I actually hear that name again."

"That name? You mean you've heard about him before? Is he actually famous, a hidden expert?" asked one of the sect leaders.

"No, that name rose up recently, but not from the Blue World, but from the neighboring world, the Arc World," he stood up before he muttered, "Actually, some bizarre things happened over there. He walked around with his hands behind his back and their eyes fixated on his strict figure.

"First of all, The Abyss Tower was destroyed."

"Hah?!"

The sect leaders immediately gasped. Their old minds couldn't cope with such bizarre news all of a sudden. The famous tower that was a place to hoard the best assassin was actually destroyed. Who would dare to offend the hundreds of assassins at once? Not to mention the power of the Abyss Assassins.

"It was within that time that the name Lyon Torga slowly surfaced. The long battle between human and demi-human there was abruptly stopped the moment Emperor Yoji suddenly take on the mantle once again after a miraculous recovery."

The middle-aged man stared at a huge window before he took a breath and continued, "He turned young, fresh as a youth, and his cultivation slowly made a meteoric rise. He was regaining its peak but in the process of doing so, he killed his unfaithful wife and three sons that her wife bore from another man."

"However, that's nothing compared to what happened next. The capital island in which the demi-human lived was destroyed, those dragons stood no chance at all. It was apocalyptic, I was thereafter the destruction had occurred. The king had his heart ripped out from his own chest and half of his skin was burned. Death while sitting on his throne with her wife. I saw no remainings of their sons nor their proudful daughter."

"The space around it was recuperating the moment I landed my feet on that dead city. After getting some more information on the matter, the name Lyon Torga was mentioned a lot by the people."

The old patriarch furrowed his eyebrows. The story was like a fairy tale, too unbelievable to be true.

"What is his part in that whole mess?"

"Heh, if he is the same Lyon Torga, then we must exert all of our forces," he smirked as he turned around.

"Why?"

"For he was called emperor... by Emperor Yoji."

The eight of them raised their eyebrows and opened their eyes wide in disbelief. The image of the youngster that was full of blood in the empress's arms appeared in their mind. The emperor's emperor was a youth.