Emperor's Reckoning

"Divine Magic: Fire Crest!"

A brown magic brand appeared right in front of the lots that were coming toward Lyon. The magic brand flashed before their gasping mouths.

Screeches of tiny birds were heard as the magic brand cough out firecrest birds that were made entirely out of the fire. Those tiny birds didn\'t spend gawking like the cultivators did as they streak forward toward all of them. The kamikaze-like magic was homing against them as if they were alive and had their own thoughts. 

Explosions occurred as the blasts tore some of their clothes. The scorching hot blast that they felt made them grit their teeth. Though the blast didn\'t manage to kill all of them, it did manage to scatter them away from one another. 

"Kukuku, there is never a dull moment in your life, right, Lyon?" Yunesia walked up with her heels. Her witch hat and her purple lips always gave out her identity without her intention to do so. The genius that legally won the Throne, the one that had the right to sit on all other cultivators. 

"Yunesia, surely you are expecting some sort of reward," muttered Cecile a she looked at the genius mage.

She was slightly jolted as the words were received by her ears. The woman was dangerous enough that she could snap her neck at the time without hesitation. Her merit and status were proven to be naught in front of her. The cold empress had not been famed for her benevolence like Garuda. However, she was still the idol of many female cultivators.

"Please, empress, I\'m just here to do what must be done."

"Oh? That\'s new. I never thought you of all people would give a damn about this."

"I don\'t really... however if Lyon is going to help me discover the extent of that place, then I cannot let him be harmed by them now, can I?" said Yunesia as she took a glance against the young man with a smile on her purple lips.

"Lady Yunesia..."

"It\'s Lady Yunesia!"

Surely with her level of intelligence, she understood that such an attack could only leave them with a burning sensation and nothing more. Though their fabric was scorched to bits of ash, there was nothing more. However, the attack did manage to divide them away.

"Do you have any sort of plans in sight Lyon?" asked Cecile.

"Plan... heh, against these fellows, who needs a plan," said Lyon with a smirk on his end.

His demeaning words were not received lightly and one could see their furious faces. The young man was from the latter generation and only these times that they heard his name. 

"Don\'t get cocky just because you have a lot of backing young man!"

"Come face me one on one if you dare!"

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Lyon smirked against their provoking words as if nothing that came out of their mouths were worth listening to. 

"One on one against me? I don\'t even need to use my fists to beat you. However, those two hiding as your backup plan seemed to be worthwhile," said Lyon out loud.

His words brought about confusing faces but Lyon\'s eyes sharpened as he put his gaze toward the Lord Treas himself. 

The latter squinted his eyes with his wary muscle turning tense. Titania took a glance against her silent grandfather.

"Well, well, well, now that\'s amazing, never thought the mortal world would have someone this capable," a slender young man suddenly walked past by the old man. He was young and was wearing nothing but garb. His abdominal muscle was refined and his blonde hair slightly shimmered. His age was roughly the same as Lyon himself based on his appearance.

The handsome man caught the female cultivators to fall and the male cultivators to envy.

"But don\'t think too highly of yourself now, else the heaven spits on you," a lustrous voice came out from the other side as she walked forward her hips swaying from the right and left.

A sexy woman came out with the same clothing as the male. Their white garb was so silky and smooth to the touch. They barely amount to anything as armor, unlike the old man.

She also had blonde hair but her eyes were menacingly black. She had a bright peach complexion as if she was never been touch by nature. The glowing radiant she exuded was betrayed by the hint of disgust in her eyes. Her chin was up and proudly so. Condescending the mortal world she stood with both of her hands on her waist.

(Who? Who are these two?) thought Titania as she gulped. (Their auras are amazing! What cultivation level are they at?! How come I never noticed them?!).

"Huh?" Noark paused as he looked at those two. His eyebrows furrowed before the veins in his came to a boiling point. He ditched the fight he was in before flying toward them with rage clouding his eyes.

"Die!"

"Huh?" the blonde man only looked at the incoming attack with a glance and lazy eyes.

*Boom!

The world reverberated with a loud boom as it trembled upon impact.

"Who are you?" asked the man as he looked down against his attacker with his blonde hair fluttering slightly.

The cultivators gasped with their eyes staring in disbelief. The young man with a garb casually caught Noark\'s fist with a palm of his hand, effortlessly.

"Daring to attack me, you must have the wish to die, old man..." the blonde man smirked before pulling Noark\'s fist then grabbing his neck.

Noark was glaring at the blonde young man but even with the force from both of his hands, he couldn\'t get away from the tight grip.

The magnificent feat was watched by all of the other cultivators. Jin and Garuda were opening their eyes wide with Priscila watching from afar.

"That\'s..."

"Impossible..."

The comments of the other cultivators were unheard of but Noark\'s glance averted from the blonde young man toward his own father.

Lord Treas was indifferent as his gaze was not toward his son.

Those weary eyes, Norak wondered if there were any regret behind them. However, soon he looked at the youngest child of his with her hand covering her mouth. Tears were running down his eyes. "You\'ve grown beautiful, Titania..."

"F-F-Father?!" her jittering teeth managed to let out the word with her eyes opened wide.

"Huh? Father, you say? Hmm..." The blonde man looked at Noark\'s face one more time with a squinted eyes this time. It only took him a single second before his narrowed eyes snapped open and dilated in disbelief.

"You! Wow, what a surprise, I never thought that you would still be alive. However, it seemed that your cultivation has stagnant."

"Is it really him brother?" asked the beautiful lady.

"Yeah, he might be bald now, but there is no mistaking it, this old man is his son. Heh, look at how pitiful you are. You refused to bow down to me and just continued what your old man is doing. It was that simple. Now, look at you, living on a thread."

"I refuse to join you clown! Resources are not everything! That\'s what my mother taught me!" shouted Noark with pride on his face.

Lord Treas slightly twitched his eyes and his gaze 

"Oh, that woman? Hahaha... don\'t you know who killed her?"

Noark\'s eyes opened wide (She was killed?!).

"It was your own father," said the beautiful woman with a smile.

Lord Treas didn\'t respond. However, his silence was more than enough for an answer.

"You dirty bastard! You greedy bastard!" shouted Noark with his killing intent erupted.

Priscila was on her knees crying whilst Jin and Garuda\'s gaze turned into a ferocious glare.

Things had escalated to a point of no return. Noark was definitely not an impostor just like what Lord Treas had proclaimed. The cultivators were now lost.

"Hahaha, you pathetic mortals always amuse me with how pathetic you are, however, I really do want to know before I kill you, how exactly did you get out from that thing?" asked the blonde man.

"Like this, heh."

The blonde man opened his eyes wide before a golden fist went straight toward his face just as he turned his head. The mighty force shook his brain before plunging the figure through numerous thick walls.

The world froze as they were all slacked-jawed by the sudden development.

"You!" the beautiful woman made a horrendous face with her rage painted all over. She leaped forward with a blinding speed forward.

However, she was met with a smirk... but the smirk didn\'t belong to him, rather a woman with auburn hair.

Cecile let out a jade palm forward before blowing the woman away to a few meters back.

After regaining her balance, the woman glared forward and saw the couple. Her eyebrows furrowed before her brother suddenly stood beside her.

The golden and jade mana flared from the couple as they crossed their arms and respectively looked down on them with their smirks.

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