Chapter 643 - 641: That Divine Monarch from the Golden Crow Clan?

Chapter 643: Chapter 641: That Divine Monarch from the Golden Crow Clan?

"Celeste Grant, do you know your crimes?"

The voice from the void echoed once more, calling Celeste Grant’s name and asking if she knew her crimes.

Celeste Grant took a step forward. As she lifted her gaze to meet the newcomer’s, she could see the arrogance in his eyes. It was a look of superiority, one that viewed her as an ant. She’d seen plenty of those ant-like gazes before, but in the end, their graves were nowhere to be found.

She raised an eyebrow, glanced at the man, and said calmly, "You up there. If you’re going to talk, talk normally. You’ve got a built-in amplifier, and my ears can’t take it."

Hearing this, the man’s arrogant face visibly stiffened for a moment. He felt his authority had been challenged and ignored. His expression turned cold as he spoke, "Insolence! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?"

The man’s voice rose, laced with contempt as he looked down on her. It was as if he could swat her dead in the next instant. ’Heh, just another poser, I get it.’ The last poser, an elder from the Golden Crow Clan, was reduced to nothing but ash. Another Divine Monarch wouldn’t make a difference.

With this thought, Celeste Grant smiled faintly and said, "Now that you mention it, I really don’t know who you are. After all, you haven’t told me. Besides, you’re standing so high up, and my neck isn’t what it used to be. I don’t like craning my neck to look at people. Why don’t you come down and talk? A guest is a guest, a principle I do understand. I’ll at least have to arrange a stool for you to sit on."

She was serious.

She simply wanted him to come down to talk. He really was standing too high, and looking up made her neck sore. But to his ears, her words were a blatant provocation and a sign of disrespect.

As Celeste Grant’s voice fell, the Divine Monarch holding the Divine Spear looked furious. He pointed his Divine Spear at her and roared, "A mere ant from the Lower Realm dares to speak to this Monarch in such a manner!"

Compared to Empyria, although this realm was a Cultivation World within The Upper Realm, it certainly couldn’t compare to Empyria. But this man’s snobbish attitude, looking down his nose at everyone, was the spitting image of Jocelyn Grant and her mother. ’What was that saying? Birds of a feather flock together.’

Celeste Grant chuckled lightly. "The ’Monarch’ up there? Who exactly are you, and what’s your business here?"

She spoke up, perhaps a bit too loudly. The man subconsciously blurted out a reply.

"I am the Divine Monarch of the Golden Crow Clan, Corvus."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant nodded slightly and muttered, "Corvus? That name certainly suits your identity."

The man sneered. "You should know that, given this Monarch’s status, being able to see me is a blessing you’ve earned over several lifetimes."

’Tsk, tsk. So full of himself.’

Celeste Grant nodded lightly.

"Alright, I know you’re called Corvus. And?"

Corvus: "..."

’This... that’s it? Why is she reacting like this?’ Corvus’s expression faltered, finding it hard to maintain his composure. He scowled and barked, "Celeste Grant, do you know your faults?"

’So loud.’

Celeste Grant gently pressed a finger to her ear.

"Know my faults? What faults am I supposed to know? Why don’t you be a little clearer? If you don’t explain, how am I supposed to know what I did wrong?"

Corvus said coldly, "You, a mere mortal who stumbled upon an opportunity to walk the path of Cultivation, originally had a chance to become a true celestial. But you didn’t cherish it, choosing to associate with a Demon. You defy heavenly authority, colluding with a Demon to kill members of my Celestria, and what’s more, you killed a Princess and an elder of my Golden Crow Clan. Each and every one of these is a capital crime. If you admit your faults and confess your guilt now, this Monarch can grant you a swift death."

Hearing such self-righteous words again, Celeste Grant felt perfectly calm.

After he finished his sanctimonious speech, Celeste Grant said airily, "Sorry, the wind’s a bit strong. What were you saying over there?"

Corvus raged, "Are you provoking this Monarch? Celeste Grant, you have some nerve!"

The man was simply too arrogant. This time, before Celeste Grant could speak, Aaron Sinclair, who was standing behind her, lost his temper. He sneered, placed the little sister he was holding into Nerida’s arms, and said, "Aunt Nerida, hold my sister for a bit."

Nerida nodded slightly and sent him a telepathic message. *Aaron, be careful. This Divine Monarch from the Golden Crow Clan has very powerful Cultivation.*

Aaron Sinclair grunted in acknowledgment. *I know. Don’t worry, Aunt Nerida. I can take him.*

As he spoke, he turned, strode forward, and pointed up, cursing, "Pah! What bald-ass crow is that squawking up there? So damn noisy. Don’t think I can’t see what you really are just because you’re wearing a bit of human skin. You’re just a bald crow, what are you showing off for? Who are you looking down on?"

Corvus’s eyes widened, unable to believe what he was hearing for a moment.

"Bald-ass... crow..."

he muttered.

’I’m a Divine Monarch of Empyria, a true member of the Celestria.’

’I’m being cursed at? He’s pointing at me and cursing?’ As he came to his senses, Corvus’s expression changed. This Divine Monarch of the Golden Crow Clan had always been high and mighty; when had he ever been cursed at to his face like this? He was completely triggered.

At that moment, Corvus’s flame-wreathed eyes fell upon Aaron Sinclair. With just one glance, his expression shifted to one of utter disbelief. "What is this? An Innate Spirit Body... no... wait, there’s also an Innate Demon Body. Two constitutions that cannot possibly coexist are present in the same person. An Immortal Demon Body... This is impossible! An Immortal Demon Body, it defies all logic!"

His voice was filled with disbelief and self-doubt. In those blazing eyes, there was a trace of jealousy and other complex emotions.

’Such a constitution... If he is allowed to truly mature, he will be a great threat to the Celestria.’

In that instant, the eyes of this Divine Monarch from the Golden Crow Clan filled with killing intent. ’This boy absolutely cannot be allowed to live. I must kill him here today to prevent endless future trouble.’

Aaron Sinclair scoffed.

"So what if I have an Immortal Demon Body? Look at you, acting like you’ve never seen the world. And you call yourself a Divine Monarch of the Golden Crow Clan? If you ask me, you should just change your name to the Divine Monarch of the Crow Clan. You country bumpkin, so ignorant. Heh, look at you. The moment you found out I have an Immortal Demon Body, you couldn’t even hide the killing intent in your eyes."

His thoughts exposed, Corvus’s expression turned ugly. But he quickly regained his arrogant demeanor. He was heard saying, "The Immortal Demon Body is not tolerated by the Great Dao."

As these words were spoken, they were accompanied by an immense pressure. He continued, "A product of the mingling between Celestials and Fiends, a thing that is neither celestial nor fiendish—you should not exist in this world. Today, I will eliminate you on behalf of all living beings, lest you bring disaster upon them in the future."

The moment he spoke, he positioned himself on the side of justice, on the highest moral ground.

Just as Corvus finished speaking, Aaron Sinclair sneered, "What a load of fucking bullshit. Did I eat your family’s rice or drink your celestial dew? You want to manage when other people breathe, too? Hey, mortals take a shit. Why don’t you go collect that and eat it?"