Emperor's Reckoning

Nothing could beat his finesse at the moment as the glory of the war belonged to him. A lone general against an entire army, truly the embodiment of a one-man army. His four golden tails were magnificently floating with a pattern as his figure hovered and approached the blonde middle-aged man that had bruises all over his face and body.

The honorable Borton was nowhere in sight as his clothing turned haggard and his hair disheveled from the raw beating of Lyon's copies. Kaiju was dead by his hand, Russel was dead by his hand, and even the old bone that he revered and fear couldn't faze the young man. 

Borton let out a grin as he looked at Lyon who crossed his arms against him and put on the iconic smirk. The condescending look could only deter his destroyed pride lower than before. A young man from the latter generation that was supposed to be his son's peers actually surpassed even his own cultivation level without the moon even setting. 

"You're too proud of yourself young man," muttered Borton with a smile. He knew he had lost the battle of the inheritance. If only he had chosen another person as the bargaining chip, things might have gone differently. However, what's done is done, there was nowhere else to go except facing the fact head-on. His fear of Avalanche Fist, Jin had clouded his judgment to the real terror that proven to be more devastating than the self-made emperor.

"You think you can take on the whole world just because your talent surpassed every single one of us?" said Borton with a smile. He had not an ounce of strength left to swing his greatsword. Even his father died in his hand, let alone him. His options were numbered.

"Do you think I need you to believe in my words?" smirked Lyon.

Borton couldn't even get furious at his reply as he replied, "Don't you know how powerful the Treas family is? One snap of his finger and experts from varying regions would come for your head, criminals or not."

"Heh, I didn't even blink my eyes and his astral figure couldn't even retain its form. Do you think I need to kill the whole world? I only need to kill a few of them, and if they are still hotheaded and want my bounty that much, then yes," Lyon didn't even give a slight pause nor doubt in his tone of words. The arrogant eyes in that reflection slowly changed into confidence as Borton looked at them. 

"You monster..." muttered Borton as he had no words left in his vocabularies to describe the young man in front of him. 

"Monster? Do I need to remind you that you plotted against my dear wife?" said Lyon before his words made Borton's heart thumping as if it was about to explode. His throat pulsated before his cheeks expanded until his mouth couldn't hold it anymore. The man puked out his blood before he coughs repeatedly. The mantra almost ripped his meridian lines as he could feel it trembling with his eyes dilating back and forth from the pain.

"Hmm?" Lyon turned his glance before seeing a jade glow traversing in the sky. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed before his discontent face turned into a smirk. 

"Looks like your wife left you, Borton, not even a goodbye did she left you," muttered Lyon to his disbelieving eyes. Titania had gotten the chance to escape the world and she took it without a shred of doubt in her mind.

"Heh," Borton gave out a smirk before he chuckled, "I told her to go, since you gave that old bone a false name, she will have to correct him somehow."

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before his right hand penetrated Borton's incredibly sturdy chest and went through his back. His blood spurted out like a mountain as his pupils constricted, the excruciating pain that he felt was even more brutal than his son as the penetration went past Lyon's elbow. However, he didn't scream but instead, he opened his mouth in a greedy laugh as blood ran down over his bottom lip. He suddenly whispered after taking a breath.

"The whole world will be going for your head, who knows, you might inflict those around you in danger too, hahaha!"

Lyon pulled out his right arm that was dyed red before another blood splurted out against his figure as Borton's eyelids closed with a satisfied smile presented on his face. His body fell down after he let out one last warning against his enemy before being swallowed up by the sea. The corpse kept going to the darkness below before disappearing from sight.

Lyon took a brooding glance before going after the next person that was the patriarch of the Loh sect. His arms were slowly put into a crossed position before he stood against the old patriarch.

"You may kill me, young man. You are by far the most highly potential cultivator that could render even heaven themselves! However, please do tell me one thing, consider it my last wish," muttered the old patriarch before Lyon furrowed his eyebrows. 

"Tell me, did you know that Titania, that woman that just got away, was instructed by Borton to do so, even before he told you?" asked the old patriarch before the rest of the surviving sect leaders looked at Lyon with dread anticipation.

Lyon's slightly agitated expression slowly turned into a smirk as his face lightened up. The old patriarch's eyes and the rest of the sect leaders opened their eyes wide. The old patriarch of the Loh Sect had his pupils constricting the moment he looked at his expression before he barred his teeth out with a smile as he thought (You monster... you did that on purpose did you, you let her get away despite having the power to stop her if you wished it so. Borton, he played you right till the very end, this man, no, this monster has no match, he is as every bit as mad as a monster should be).

"You challenged the world on purpose... I wish I could see the day," muttered old patriarch before Lyon hit his chest with a palm. It bounced with a pat before the old patriarch started to bleed from all of his orifices. His meridians exploded just from that single contact but he kept his bloody eyes opened as he looked at Lyon with a grin on his face. 

"Shattering Palm," muttered Lyon before the old patriarch lost his consciousness from the extreme pain that ran its course throughout his entire body. The latter swayed back and forth once before falling to the ground head first and joined Borton at the bottom of the sea.

He turned around before his sight fell on the surviving fellows of the sect leaders. One of them shrieked and turned around before fleeing with tails between their legs.

"Hmph!" Lyon smirked before he opened his arm and slightly bent his back forward. The others didn't manage to blink nor could their eyes followed his movement as he went past the like a bullet that left their hair fluttering. 

"Ah?!" the one that fled from the scene in an attempt to save his life, felt an ominous presence behind his back before a sharp hand penetrated through it and pushed his heart out. The blood spurt like a fountain before Lyon pulled his arm from his body then turned around without looking back.

"Not even a mercy..."

"That's brutal."

The sect leaders made a harsh gulp as they saw what happened to one of their fellows. They were sect leaders, men with prestige and absolute power, yet in front of the young man, they were nothing but fodder to be slaughtered.

"I will give you two options. One is to kill yourself, the other is I'm going to do it for you."

Lyon let out the ultimatum as he crossed his arms with his four banners still fluttering against the wind with all of his glory. The remaining sect leaders gawked at their choices since all of them would end their lives. However, one jittering lip suddenly voiced out his words.

"M-May I ask that you not eradicate my sect? I know it's my fault, I-I shall bear the responsibility alone."

His plead caught the surprised attention of their fellows. They didn't see any pride of his request behind those eyes but what could they do, scorn him? The young man dared to challenge the whole world, the most influential family in the world.

"Fine, at least you are not a piece of trash, I will honor your request."

"Thank you!"

Lyon looked at the rest of them before saying, "I won't eradicate yours either unless I have to dirty my hand to end you all personally."

He left them gawking as he turned around and descended down. He heard the splurt of fountain blood craving the sky-high.. Meanwhile, the surviving group below looked at him like a god of death as they made a harsh gulp because they knew, they were next.