Emperor's Reckoning

The king of the Andro Kingdom was faced with utter humiliation. There was nothing more disrespectful for a king than when his throne was used by someone else, especially in a leisure manner.

King Loewe tried to regain his composure against the youth that brazenly took his throne but the aura the former was permeating from within seemed to had no effect on the latter. Not even a hint of faze appeared on the youth's face.

(His cultivation has not touched the Godhood Realm yet, but the power he had shown was more promising than one) thought the king. He had seen young geniuses but not like the one in front of him.

(Lend me your body now!) said the entity inside of the king. The latter didn't even have time to refute before his gaze changed. His figure turned composed as he put his hands behind his back, however, Lyon noticed the cold sweat that was slowly producing on his forehead.

"Who are you?" asked 'King Loewe'.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before he stood up and said with a smirk, "The question is, who are you?"

(Impossible, he noticed the change?) thought the true King Loewe.

"I knew it, you are not just somebody, but what puzzled me the most," 'King Loewe' paused before he continued, "Are you, Lyon Torga's descendant?"

Lyon raised one of his eyebrows before he crossed his arms, "So what if I am?"

'King Loewe' almost stumbled as he suddenly chuckled uncontrollably. His hand slowly covered his face before he continued, "Ah... what a blessing, to think that powerful bastard actually had a descendant before he died."

Lyon grinned as he asked, "Tell me, how powerful was my 'great-great-grand dad'?"

'King Loewe' stopped his chuckle before he asked, "Ohhhh...! Poor child, your father left you with nothing? Fine then, I will tell you how powerful your ancestor was before you met him in the afterlife."

He opened his arms, "It's an old tale! Both Heaven and Hell erased his existence from their history books! All because his existence alone caused the two powers that hated each other to actually working together to stop him! His abilities were marvelous!"

"Just imagine! Angels working with Devils to bring a Mortal down!"

Lyon grinned from ear to ear (Stop it or you will make me blush), "Was he that powerful?"

"As an old ancient demon myself, I must admit that your ancestor was that powerful! I want it! I want that power!"

'King Loewe' looked down, "Sadly, your ancestor was not only strong, but he was also bright in the head too. Cunning like a sly fox and crazy like a madman."

Lyon laughed heartily, "So let me guess, 'he' left you in this state? A wandering broken soul?"

'King Loewe' raised his eyebrows before he smiled. "Sharp like his ancestor I see."

Lyon knuckled his fist against his palm as a cracking noise was heard. "Looks like I need to finish what 'he' left for me huh?"

'King Loewe' smiled. "My vengeance might not be as satisfying but it will do for now."

"A Godhood Cultivator vs A Peak Divine Realm Cultivator, the odds are a bit one-sided don't you think?" asked Lyon sarcastically.

'King Loewe' shook his head, "With my experience, cultivation levels are nothing bu—"

His pupils were immediately shrunken as a huge fist immediately presented right in front of him without any warning. (Not even a change in the air?!) thought the ancient demon before the body that he borrowed flew away from the impact. Crashing the balcony before breaking several buildings on the way before stopping.

"Bastard!" said 'King Loewe' after he spat a broken brick from his mouth.

Lyon stood on top of the balcony, "I mean, I will have too much advantage over you."

His words were replied with an empty gust of wind before he smirked and leap toward the king.

"Seven Flaming Fist!"

Lyon raised his eyebrows as he noticed seven fireballs coming straight at him at rigorous speed consecutively.

"Heh, nice trick you got there," muttered Lyon before he wrote his favorite spell, "Crack of Desire!"

The space behind the 'king' broke like it was made of glass before the latter raised his eyebrows. He immediately jumped away before looking back at the cracked space. Nothing was coming out of it.

"True Dragon Art."

"Shit! It's all a deco—"

"Palm of Shattering World!"

The moment the 'king' turned around his torso was wide open as he took the clean hit from Lyon's strike. The roar of the dragon was heard the moment it took impact. His figure immediately plunged to the ground like a bullet. Leaving the whole island to quake uncontrollably.

His golden-patterned sarong and his hair were fluttering against the wind as he floated on top of the huge crater. He crossed his arms as he looked down at the thick dust that covered the entire crater.

Meanwhile, Tuey let out a sigh of relief as she sat down on the beach after knowing that he was still alive.

"To think that you got the blessing from a True Dragon. Go figure..."

Lyon shook his head, "I guess it's a hundred times tougher to kill a Godhood cultivator huh?"

The dust whisked away as 'King Loewe' gradually revealed standing on top of the center of the crater. He didn't lose any limbs nor did he has any bruise anywhere. Only his royal cloak had been ripped beyond recovery.

"Hahaha! You see now that you have no chance to kill me?!"

"I'm just joking and look, your head got big enough it's ready to explode, hahaha!" laughed Lyon.

'King Loewe' gritted his teeth. "You!"

"I'm starting to think that, my ancestor probably played with you and left you like that on purpose," said Lyon before he continued, "you are a broken wandering soul because 'he' willed it so, not because you survived."

"You're going to eat those words! HRaaa!!"

'King Loewe''s demeanor suddenly changed as the mana surrounding him gathered into tiny balls of fire. They were floating around him as if a ticking bomb that periodically flashing with light.

Lyon smirked seeing his enemy's development before he descended down and stood against him from the edge of the crater.

'King Loewe' made a hideous smile. "Are you sure you are going to stand that close?"

Lyon shrugged his shoulder.. "Not only that," he returned to his original form and approached him casually.