Emperor's Reckoning

The man ducked under the watchful eyes of the guests. They all had probed him, the beast was a level eight Godhood cultivator. That astonishing number was comparable to those old sect elders amongst them. Yet, at this moment, where even the downpour of rain from the storm outside, couldn't help but slow down. 

The atmosphere was choking as they saw with their plain eyes. The man, the one that thought will run the show and humiliated another one, was now squatting down to the fullest motion. The cold sweat from his forehead ran down before crashing against his eyebrows. The first drop of it was heard as it stained the spotless floor.

His pupils still constricted as his jaw lowered and locked. He could hear the death's violin just one moment ago before his honed instinct reacted accordingly, though it was against his wishes. 

"He... dodged."

"No way...."

The elites and nobles were gobsmacked by the man's action. Many outcomes could happen, but going against his own word never crossed their minds as the disparity between the two of them was too far. The former didn't even break through to a Godhood Realm yet. 

Jin was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the result right in front of him before he took a glance at his wife whose mouth was covered by her hand. (Of course, you would, I could see your eyes getting bigger even from here).

(Ah!) Yunesia couldn't help but touch her cheeks that turning a red hue under the silent shock. She was never interested in a young man before but the one at the center of attention was different. An abundance of mysteriousness was hidden behind that smirk of his. Never had she encountered a legendary figure such as him even when she compared it to the fairy tales. Eight levels difference and the show of prowess went to the one with the lower cultivation. She had a hunch that something interesting would happen, lo and behold, it was even out of her expectation. Not a heroic defeat but a triumphant victory.

"KH!" (What an astonishing display of authority! What power!) thought Russel as he looked at the man that wore nothing but a bathrobe standing unfazed with his opponent squatted in defeat. Russel's heart was getting uneasy before he took another drink of red wine but nothing could calm the blonde young man.

(You are getting stronger, a lot stronger, Lyon) thought Luna as she smiled while crossing her arms. There was nothing but pride coming out of that gleaming face of hers. There was nothing but pride as she looked at the astonished guests. 

"Amazing..." the old master shook his head as he couldn't any other word to describe the young man.

"There was Kaiju, and then there is this monster..." Tusak smiled though his face started healing.

Kyoko smiled and shook her head in astonishment as Ryona could be seen cheering behind her with Jugen. The two fans never disappoint and the one wearing a cap, the beautiful blonde woman that used a different source of cultivation was slightly smiling against the splurt growth of her student. Her hand was clenched but she refrained to show her emotion, however, one good look against those eyes of hers and one could take a hint.

The man was heaving pretty badly but his neck felt as if the gravity surrounding him had risen one thousand folds.

"Even space, couldn't handle that punch," muttered Jin as he looked with a single raised eyebrow. It was minuscule but he could see a crack on the space where Lyon's knuckles rested. 

"What's this? You dodge?" said Lyon as he smirked before he calmly retracted his right arm.

*CLAP!

One single clap broke the heavy atmosphere, it was coming from Sophia's father, Luke. The second clap then came then the third before the domino effect was triggered. The Crown winner clapped harder than the rest of the group especially the one that witnessed the destruction of East City and the deletion of Kaiju Loh.

Cliff was seen frowning as Borton did the same, however, both of them had different opinions in their mind. Cliff was definitely frowning about the reputation that tied him with the man that was utterly defeated by someone not only younger but lower in the cultivation realm. Though it was just a game, the face they lost was exorbitant.

Lyon crossed his arms and was unfazed even when the crowd cheers were for him. His dignified face turned serious as he only glanced at the tip of the head of his opponent.

"You didn't even man up your own words, yet you call yourself a god. Is this what godhood meant? Betraying one's own word? Pathetic."

Lyon's sharp words immediately stopped the crowd's applause. It was amazing enough for him to win but one should consider himself not to push too far. Even though he won the wager, the difference between their cultivation was still there. 

"Oi... oi... is he nuts?"

"Why would he want to anger him? Who is he? Is his background really that powerful?"

"You've gotta be kidding me..." muttered Ayumu as she shook her head in disbelief. Even though she was the kind that would act rashly she was not that impulsive.

Yunesia licked her upper lips before she gulped. The young man didn't hesitate even one bit as he put out that sharp tongue of his to hack his opponent's pride. 

"Heh, hahahaha!" his opponent laugh before he stood up as his figure towering Lyon once more.

Lyon didn't faze as his arms remained crossed and his hair fluttered. His opponent grinned before he let out a mountainous pressure against him.

*CRACK!

The floor under Lyon's feet cracked as if he was being pulled down by the land itself. 

Priscilla opened her mouths before her husband directly spoke inside her mind (Wait!). She immediately furrowed her eyebrows as she took a glance at her husband. (What are you talking about?! Waiting for what? He had already shown what he is capable of, though his personality could be trained to be wiser, he is currently facing someone way above him!).

Jin grinned (If you think that someone that could beat a Jade Dragon with a single roar is going to lose, then you are probably hungry right now, hahaha!).

Her glance turned into that of disbelief as her pupils slightly constricted while looking at her husband whose gaze locked against the two in the center of the room. She knew that aura or pressure didn't have a direct link against how high one's cultivation was. It was about the soul, the very soul that determined how strong one's aura was. Unlike killing intent that one could gain by killing a lot of people, the aura was more usurping, more ruling, the power of the will as one could put it.

"What's the matter? Where did all that arrogance go? Hahaha! Cocky little brat. Couldn't even move your pupils now, can't you? Hahaha!"

Luke's face turned grim, even if Lyon was pushing it too far and reap what he sows. The man had already broken his own rule and Cliff's notion that hinted to hold back some of their powers.

"I think that's en—" Luke couldn't finish his words before Lyon said.

"Pupils?"

"Hm?"

Lyon smirked before he put his hands behind his waist. He casually took one step to the side before walking past him under his constricted pupils. (IMPOSSIBLE!) he screamed in his mind as Lyon left his figure.

"You said earlier that I would rank rock bottom right? Heh, you blind goat."

Lyon didn't even turn around as he left the man standing and faced the entrance. His walk was emitting that utmost superiority, as the notion that he was still a Divine Realm was erased from their minds temporarily. He disregarded the looks of others as one seat remained occupied in his glance and it was sitting on top of a little staircase.

Jin smiled as he let Lyon went past him under Priscila's shock.

He took one step before another and another one. Then he stood in front of the grandest seat of them all. The throne was unoccupied and was waiting for its rightful owner. He smirked before turning around and looked at the crowds.

"Hey wait, that's Yunesia's rightful Throne!" shouted Russel.

"No!" Yunesia immediately replied before the onlookers looked at her.

"Heh," Lyon smirked before he slowly sat down with his arm resting on the armrest.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, the one that has the right to sit on that throne was never me. It's him, the man that killed Golden Wise Tree! The man that evoked the perfect resonance! The one that is comparable to the Empress herself! The man that killed Kaiju Loh! Devastated the whole East City! The uncrowned king, the unthroned emperor! Lyon Torga!"

Lyon crossed his legs as his cheek leaned into one side before one of his arm supporting his lazy look.

Meanwhile, Russel's eyes immediately opened wide as his pupils constricted the moment he heard the name that was going after his head.