Emperor's Reckoning

Lumina furrowed her eyebrows before she leaped toward the cracked space. However, before she could reach it Jin flew and stopped her in her tracks.

"Wait!"

"What are you doing?!" shouted Lumina before she saw the latter put his hand toward the spatial storm and gritted his teeth as a bolt of lightning zapped his arm.

"Look..." said Jin as he showed his forearm. It was burnt and his meat was charred. Just one zap alone could render his strong body like that. The Avalanche Fist was famous for his fist but even then couldn't handle the spatial storm.

"You don't want to meet him while being an ash do you?" said Jin with his sharpened eyes. There was no way he would let someone die a foolish death, at least not when he willed it so.

Lumina looked and smelled the burnt hands from her sensitive noses before she retracted her wings.

"Then, Jin! Why is our daughter entering the spatial storm and you didn't stop her?!" asked Priscila.

"She is not foolish! Besides, that armor of hers, have you ever seen those sets? I don't recall having that nor inside the entire treasury that Treas has. Funny enough, it came with two pairs of tails, just like Lyon wore when he killed Kaiju and wasted the East City."

Nature was healing the broken space as the cracks were mended on their own without a third party.

"I'm deeply sorry for the experience my dear guests, but that was the last straw," said Priscila who had a disappointing tune in her tone.

"I thought that we could have a memorable dinner, just meet and greet with my daughter's husband, but alas. They seem to beg me to cleave their heads off."

Jin's raised both of his eyebrows when he heard his wife's words, especially the last ones. He smiled as he shook his head against his only mistress. Meanwhile, the guests were shocked by Priscila's demeanor that changed from a motherly figure to a fighter that without a doubt reminded some of them of her younger days.

"S-So, big sister, you mean that you will join the battle of the inheritance?" asked Luke.

"No, I'm not, I will just rend their heads off," said Priscila before she asked, "where are we?"

In the forest behind the plateau, was an old man who hid as his pupils shrunken looking at the guests came out of nowhere (First there was a huge naked man with muscle as a word, now, a group of people is here from a banquet? What the hell is happening here?!).

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The palace immediately had less noise than before. The guests and even the maids all had disappeared under the massive spell that was dawned on them. The weather was still raining and the room was slightly in havoc due to Lyon and Cecile's outbreak. However, damage of such scale could still be reimbursed with the treasury that the Treas family had.

"Gah!"

Borton forced himself out of the wall he was embedded into. He did not look at his best right now as he spat the blood in his mouth to the clean floor. The stain would surely make Bernadetta furrowed her eyebrows.

"Good lord, that Emperor Jin didn't play around," said Cliff as he stood in front of a vertical mirror that revealed a bruise in the shape of a hand on his neck before he laughed as he sarcastically continued, "Of course, that steam coming out of your chest must have been stinging even more huh? Hahaha?"

"Your sarcastic remark means nothing, not even Fakon's death did you even shed a tear. I guess your group was not really attached to each other huh?" asked Borton.

"Heh," Cliff only smiled in response.

Russel was having a harsh gulp as he tried to recollect what just happened. His heavy breathing soon slowed down and his cold sweat stopped drenching his face. His eyes opened wide still as he looked around before understanding that his father had the situation under his control. He let out a heaved sigh of relief before he caught a glance at the young man in a bathrobe that was bout to kill him. He smirked before approaching him.

"Lyon, Lyon, Lyon... too bad, you were this close to nipping my life of this world, but it seemed like evidently fell into my father's grand scheme before you could reach me. You might have killed Kaiju, but he still revered me! Hahahaa!"

Russel proudly laughed but hiding behind a pillar in the corner was a figure of a woman with golden blonde hair. Her cap was still on her head before she lurked in the shadow as she noticed an incoming army from the entrance. Her heartbeat raced as they were clearly outnumbered. Anti-mana was her only advantage against those people but even she knew that it won't be enough. She was lucky that the mana-based magic couldn't work on her ever since the reset of her cultivation back then.

"You better pay full price for the thousand men, Borton. Those guys looked fatigued as hell. You know it's downright almost impossible to gather these many men overnight to prepare for that spell, right?" muttered Cliff.

"That's right!"

"Yeah, you better pay, but I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem with that. After all, Treas has virtually unlimited resources."

"Hahaha!"

The rumbling of the laughter from the thousand men could bring shivers to the onlookers. However, the only onlookers left were a group of the sect leaders that just came in by flying. The old patriarch of the Loh sect furrowed his eyebrows at the condition of the palace as soon as he arrived.

"Ah, so these are the ones that failed to take this land? Hahaha, what do you think? It's not a bad job right?" asked Cliff as he purposely demeaned him and the seven others.

"Hmph! I would have done it with a more... finesse," said the old patriarch as he looked at the condition of the palace.

"Oh don't get us wrong here, hahaha, this whole lot of damage was done by that boy over there. The one wearing the bathrobe," said Cliff as he pointed him out with a nod.

"Hmm?" the old patriarch furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe it right? The guy could chant immortal magic! lo and behold even that faraway island is still burning from his might hahaha."

"Lyon Torga...?" the old patriarch squinted his eyes in disbelief. He couldn't believe someone like him could perform a high-level spell dispute being a Divine Realm cultivator. Not only did he managed to kill his son, but he also managed to out leveled him in terms of magic too.

"Yup, that's the guy! Hahaha!' laughed Cliff.

"Hold on, Loh, we still need him to control the Avalanche Fist."

"Sir Borton, you..." Loh, the old patriarch of the Loh sect looked at the wounds that were still visible on Borton's chest before furrowing his eyebrows.

"Cecile did this, it was no wonder that she could very well be confident against you guys back then."

"Hahaha! Lyon you crazy ladies' man, it's a shame that you probably will never meet them again hahaha!" Russel threw the salt on the wound to his pleasure.

"Where..." Lyon muttered under his lips.

Borton furrowed his eyebrows before he shouted, "Russel! Stay back."

Russel's eyebrows raised before he frantically ran away from Lyon's cold stature. His emotion was hidden by a shadow and no one could tell what he was feeling.

"Where... are they...??"

"Heh? Hahahahah!" Cliff laughed before a thousand men followed.

"This guy has lost it! He just lost his wife because of you guys! Go take responsibility and apologize you crazy love breakers!"

"Hahaha!!" A thousand men laughed even harder at Cliff's remark.

Borton furrowed his eyebrows, "Don't do anything foolish Lyon, you don't want Cecile to see you with a broken limb now do you?"

"Cliff... was it? Where did you move them?" Lyon didn't even take a glance at him as he asked.

"Hmm? You're a pretty arrogant kid! Hahaha!" Cliff laughed as he courageously approached the lone young man. Borton was slightly against it but the former was not any cultivator on the street.

He stood up with his hands on his waist before he leaned his face and whispered, "Why don't you look at me and ask nicely, I might give you the answer."

"Then—"

"Gh?!"

The onlookers immediately sent in disbelief as they saw Lyon grabbed his neck effortlessly. They didn't even blink but even when the latter courted all of their attention, the quick succession of the attack was still couldn't be caught by their eyes.

(What power?!) thought Cliff as he tried to push his hand away but to no avail. Then, and only then did his pupils constricted as a green jade of light was glaring right to his eyes. His neck was pushed down before his knees banged the floor to a crack.

"Please?" Lyon muttered.

(This boy.... THIS BOY!!! WHO IS HE?!!) screamed Cliff as his eyes couldn't get any wider. His face was fear-stricken as the feeling of helplessness surrounded his being.