Chapter 162: The Greamory Family Has Chosen Its Fate

The Greamory Family Has Chosen Its Fate

"The Greamory family... I haven’t gone looking for you yet, and you dare to provoke me first."

Victor spoke softly.

There was no anger in his voice.

No raised tone.

Yet the words carried a chill that seemed to seep through the entire sky.

His golden eyes rested upon the distant horizon.

The name Greamory had already been carved into his memory.

They had slaughtered Salvatore elders.

They had crippled his brother.

And now they had openly ordered the destruction of the Salvatore Family.

They had made their choice.

So be it.

Below, smoke and fire rose across the Azure Sovereign Kingdom.

The once-glorious capital had become a battlefield.

Buildings had collapsed.

Streets were covered in dust and broken stone.

Flames climbed toward the night sky while the Salvatore Family disciples moved through the city like an unstoppable tide.

The soldiers of the Azure Sovereign Kingdom were helpless before them.

This was not a war.

There was no evenly matched confrontation.

It was a slaughter.

Some soldiers threw down their weapons.

Others fled.

Some simply dropped to their knees, trembling as they watched the terrifying figures descending from the heavens.

Victor’s gaze slowly lowered.

"Since you’ve been honest with me, I’ll give you a chance to live..."

Victor looked at Rafael Bluestone and spoke.

Rafael’s heart immediately trembled.

Hope.

A tiny, almost impossible spark of hope appeared in his eyes.

Who would choose death when life was possible?

"Fight one of my clan’s prodigies. Win, and you live."

Victor’s voice remained calm.

The surrounding cultivators stared.

Even Rafael couldn’t believe what he had heard.

Fight one of the Salvatore Family’s prodigies?

If he won, he could live?

His hands slowly tightened.

He had been standing beneath the shadow of death for so long that even the smallest possibility of survival felt like a miracle.

But then Rafael remembered something.

The Salvatore Family had just destroyed his strongest forces.

The disciples standing behind Victor were monsters.

What kind of prodigy would Victor choose?

Before Rafael could think further, Victor’s voice sounded again.

"Norman Salvatore!"

"Here!"

Norman stepped forward.

The young man moved quietly.

He had black hair that fell around his shoulders.

One of his eyes was golden.

The other was black.

The contrast gave his handsome face an almost unnatural quality.

His presence was calm.

Too calm.

There was no arrogance.

No excitement.

No fear.

Victor looked at him with a faint smile.

"Show me what you can do."

Victor was genuinely curious.

Just how powerful was this Red-Quality Destiny clansman in actual combat?

Norman had only recently begun walking the path of cultivation.

His foundation was already extraordinary.

His Heavenly Demonic Body had awakened.

The divine and demonic aspects within him were balanced in a manner that even Victor found fascinating.

But talent was one thing.

Combat power was another.

Victor wanted to see the answer for himself.

"Yes!"

Norman stepped forward.

He took a single step.

The moment his foot touched the air—

The heavens shook.

Two terrifying phantoms materialized across the sky.

One was wrapped in divine radiance.

The other was submerged beneath endless darkness.

God and demon.

Two completely opposing forces.

Yet within Norman, they existed in strange harmony.

Both phantoms raised their palms.

Then they descended toward Rafael.

The pressure crashed down.

Rafael’s expression shifted.

His pupils contracted.

"A Divine Body!"

The words almost escaped his mouth in disbelief.

Born with celestial phenomena.

This youth possessed a Divine Body!

Such a person was destined to become a supreme existence.

But Rafael quickly forced himself to calm down.

Stars emerged behind him.

One after another.

The night sky seemed to become brighter as his Stellar Sovereign cultivation erupted.

He was an experienced cultivator.

He had survived countless battles.

He had ruled an empire.

Even if the young man before him possessed a Divine Body, his cultivation was still shallow.

There was a difference between potential and present strength.

A few years from now...

No.

Perhaps even sooner.

This youth might become so terrifying that Rafael would not even have the right to stand before him.

But now...

He could still survive.

He could still win.

He had to.

Rafael roared within his heart.

I can survive!

Norman’s expression remained calm.

His black hair whipped violently in the storm created by the collision of their powers.

His green robes fluttered around him.

His left eye blazed with divine golden light.

His right eye was deep and black, seemingly containing an abyss with no bottom.

He looked at Rafael.

A Stellar Sovereign expert.

A being who could dominate countless cultivators across the lower realms.

Yet Norman’s expression never changed.

He raised one hand.

The divine phantom behind him moved.

The demonic phantom moved as well.

God and demon descended together.

The stars above dimmed.

The heavens seemed to bend.

The surrounding space began to crack.

Rafael’s pupils shrank.

He unleashed everything he possessed.

Stellar light exploded behind him.

The Great Laws of World trembled.

His aura surged toward its peak.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not even close.

The two phantoms descended.

In an instant—

Countless laws were annihilated.

Space itself collapsed.

The stars shattered into fragments of light.

Rafael’s expression became one of absolute horror.

"No—!"

The sound had barely escaped his throat.

His body crumbled.

First his arms.

Then his chest.

Then his entire body.

He didn’t even have time to unleash another technique.

Under the terrifying power of Norman’s attack, Rafael Bluestone was reduced to dust.

Silence descended.

A Stellar Sovereign expert had been slain.

Across two major realms.

Astral Manifestation against Stellar Sovereign.

One technique.

One strike.

One death.

Such combat prowess was no longer something ordinary cultivators could comprehend.

It was as if an ancient god-demon had returned to the mortal world.

Victor watched quietly.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

As expected.

Norman’s foundation was terrifying.

At that moment—

An ethereal voice suddenly chimed inside Victor’s mind.

No one else could hear it.

No one else could see it.

The Eternal Legacy System remained a secret known only to Victor.

[Ding!! Congratulations, Host! Family Quest completed: Empire? Mere Plaything in the Palm!]