Divine Emperor Of Death Chapter 1493
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Sect Master Bing Luli clenched her teeth and was about to follow them in pursuit, taking a step forward when a soul transmission fell on her mind.
"Don't chase them." Ancestor Wan Lanying spoke, "Without sister Bing Hua, we can't possibly match that Martial Overlord's prowess. Also, you heard that Larzen Metaxas. He was chasing that Martial Overlord for their stolen riches. It's not our problem, and Elizar Yantra is already dead at this rate. We have no need to interfere."
"I apologize, Ancestor. Today, I was overly excited and enraged that I lost my composure."
"It's fine. It isn't every day that you see a scum of that caliber. I was angered as much as you, but the only difference was that I stopped to think of the consequences while you throw that away when you're in a battle. You need to work on your short-tempered character, Luli'er."
Sect Master Bing Luli wryly smiled. She was cool as ice when nothing influenced her emotions, but she would burst out like a volcano once it did.
Years of meditation didn't seem to be capable of changing her character, so why bother?
She looked into the distance and saw that all four silhouettes had disappeared into the horizon, not even visible as a dot. She could only feel the three of their undulations blazing while the unknown powerhouse didn't even give a semblance of his undulations, just flying purely with the physical might of his body.
'Just who was that person?' She wondered again in curiosity
The recipient of the curiosity rapidly flew, his legs hitting the empty air, creating a sonic boom as he rushed past cities as if they were small villages.
Davis looked back and saw that he had already gained considerable distance enough to lose them.
"Bastard! Stop! Otherwise, the Poison Lord wouldn't leave you alive!"
"We can talk this out, fellow powerhouse! As long as you give back that spatial ring that belongs to our Flowing Mist Sect, anything is negotiable."
While Devil Bane and Ancestor Larzen Metaxas screamed on top of their lungs, Davis had his eyes elsewhere.
'Damn, I want that Scythe...'
Looking at that Low-Level Emperor Grade Scythe in Devil Bane's grasp, Davis drooled, but he shook his head, considering that he shouldn't abandon Yama, his Grieving Emerald Scythe that had been tempered to Peak-Level King Grade by Sophie's grandfather Grand Elder Krax Alstreim.
Since the Grieving Emerald Scythe had an armament spirit, he felt that he could not abandon it like the previous weapons without spirits.
The armament spirits had feelings, as he could infer with his Heart Intent.
He didn't know if Yama could be improved again, but considering that this Emperor Grade Scythe's owner had done many evil deeds, the armament's spirit might also have a similar mindset, which didn't sit well with him.
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Even now, while he was being chased, he could feel their killing intent and sinister aura blazing out, trying to intimidate him. It was as if two poisonous serpents were eyeing him from behind, trying to make him panic, but it didn't even do anything to him as he was the host of even more ominous power. Nevertheless, their sinister aura was also the reason the righteous powerhouses were holding back.
When the wicked path attacked, they were generally ruthless, unlike the righteous path, which won't go all out most of the time as many matters are solved diplomatically rather than using their fists.
It was unknown how many people Devil Bane and Blood Thorn had killed and dyed that scythe in the blood of innocents. Maybe not more than him, but the difference was that he killed millions for survival, and they killed thousands or hundred thousands for fun.
Therefore, he also didn't want Devil Bane's scythe. However...
'I can still melt it down and use its recycled ore to upgrade my Grieving Emerald Scythe, but I don't know what kind of raw materials he used to create that scythe or if it is even compatible with my scythe...'
Davis mused, but he didn't ponder on it anymore as his intent was to escape safely and anonymously. He had flown for thousands of kilometers already, looking as if he was going to enter the Astral Light Sect Territory that was to the east of the Flowing Mist Sect Territory. However, he hid after gaining distance and changed direction again, heading towards the southern Territory Gate, which led to the Mystic Ice Sect Territory.
Halfway towards the Mystic Ice Sect Territory, he met up with Nadia and sat on her back.
When he neared the Territory Gate, he learned that the four powerhouses who didn't follow him were not near the northern Territory Gate that led to the Poison Lord Villa Territory anymore. Indeed, they went back to the Flowing Mist Sect to rest and investigate the Yantra Family's devious and evil deeds.
Nadia informed him about it, so he nodded in understanding.
Ensuring that no obstacles and observers remained, Davis and Nadia flew towards the west and stopped halfway, looking at the dark fog that formed a wall blocking the other territory.
Davis used his other hand to simply punch. His arm was pulled back before he unleashed his fist. A wind-wave kicked up as pure brute force blasted a hole that stretched to a few hundred meters. He smiled and entered, repeating similar movements until he arrived at the other side, where he saw an arctic world that appeared beautiful and scenic.
"..."
"So this is the Mystic Ice Sect Territory..."
He voiced out his thoughts, nodding in appreciation. Fortunately, no one, not even a magical beast, was present in this zone, but with Nadia's concealment, it didn't matter if anyone was here or not. They would only be able to see a hole being formed before it patches itself up.
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He discovered that this was a solitary Peak-Level King Beast Stage Magical Beast territory with a short probe, so it was no wonder that no one was present. It was sleeping soundly with the warmth of its fur. He thought of hunting it for its soul essence but shook his head.
Now was not the time.
However, he looked towards the direction of the Mystic Ice Sect and mused.
'What are the chances that Ellia is here? I know that she uses Ice Laws, so if she isn't in the Falling Snow Sect, she must be here, but unknown to me, other places could be rich in ice attributes as well. However, the chances that she is here are high... right?'
Davis shook his head again, removing these thoughts as he needed to concentrate on the 'matter' that was literally hanging from his hand. Moreover, he had many powers aiming for his Alstreim Family and Isabella, so he couldn't afford an encounter with the white witch who might quickly go berserk on him.
He needed to be prepared against a reincarnator!...
Davis and Nadia quickly moved towards the western Territory Gate where the Towering Cloud Hall was present and punched another hole through the natural territorial barrier.
Afterward, they made their way towards the Tripartite Alliance Territory and used the same maneuver to enter it, not alerting the Zlatan Family's powerhouse, Thorus Zlatan, who was posted at the Territory Gate leading towards the Alstreim Family Territory to prevent Isabella from escaping. Then, they traveled further west and made it to the hidden spatial gate, taking the miserable Elizar Yantra along with them into the Grand Sea Continent!
Nadia stepped out of the gate, carrying Davis while still holding Elizar Yantra by his calf muscle, making him hang like a corpse, a prize that he won as if it was magical beast meat.
'Well, to Nadia, his flesh should taste good and beneficial...'
He smilingly wondered before he shook his head, taking out a messaging talisman. It glowed for a while as he spoke before he kept it inside.
Dragging Elizar Yantra by the calf all the way while he escaped, he had fun. He took away his luxurious spatial ring, cast a Spirit Formation named Essence Seal on Elizar Yantra that sealed the Essence Gathering Cultivation Base, and spun the bastard in mid-air while holding that miserable leg.
"Ahhh!!!!"
Elizar Yantra woke up screaming as he felt that his leg was going to tear apart from the kinetic force that pressured his joints from spinning. Tears and snot ran all over his face, making him look absolutely pathetic before he abruptly felt weightless.
*Boom!~*
He crashed right into the elevated surface, the impact making a crater as he miserably lay at the center, gasping for air while breathing hard, his chest heaving like he was craving for life. The mountain he crashed into had its density at Sky Grade, so it didn't injure him much, but the force he was thrown at did shake his innards badly.
*Cough!~*
Coughing out a copious amount of blood, he moved his eyes towards the person who made him faint and carried him all the way to this desolate place before his lips faintly moved.
"Why...?"
Davis slowly descended while Nadia remained concealed. He didn't say anything while the new black-colored wolf mask remained concealing his identity. Once he stood beside the fallen Elizar Yantra, his foot moved.
*Bang!~*
"AhhhH!!!!"
A kick to the ribs sent Elizar Yantra flying while he miserably screamed again, crashing into the mountain wall. He plummeted to the surface and bumped again, appearing as if he was unable to do anything before he strugglingly opened his mouth.
"Wait! Who-"
*Bang!~*
"AH!"
Davis kicked him on the ribs again while the sound of bones shattering could be heard amidst the resounding scream. Elizar Yantra rolled over, spitting out copious amounts of blood. His eyes were blurry, making him feel dizzier by the second, but he knew that his life was on the line, so he didn't dare to faint again.
Moreover, knowing that this person probably took him away from seven powerhouses single-handedly, he didn't dare to slight him in the least!
*Bang!~*
Davis neared and kicked him again, but this time, he didn't send him flying. He stomped him, crushing the bones on his last leg.
"Ah!!! No!! Ah!!! It hurts! It hurts! Stop!!! Please spare me!!!"
Davis didn't stop. He repeatedly kicked him all over his body, making his bones crushed, especially at the severed part of his body, making him cry miserably. Tears ran like a river from his eyes while he possessed a pleading expression on his face, unable to move.
Davis lifted up his legs far high into the sky, his soles about to strike the place where Elizar Yantra feared the most.
"NooooOO!!!"
Elizar Yantra's eyes trembled as he screamed, and looking at his pathetic display, terrified while not understanding why he was even attacking him, Davis lowered his leg and finally spoke.
"Guess where you are right now..."
Elizar Yantra's eyes became a bit hopeful when this terrifying person finally talked. He gulped and looked around, but with his soul incredibly pressured by the other party's soul force, he wasn't able to locate where he was.
"I... I don't know..."
In the end, he clenched his teeth and spoke while Davis grinned.
"You are in the Forsaken Phoenix Realm, the place where the Ice and Fire Phoenix Inheritance is, you know? You're honored, right?"
Elizar Yantra's eyes blinked before his expression froze.
"Forsaken Phoenix Realm!?"
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