Divine Emperor of Death

Davis finally stood in front of the elite youths of the various empires and glanced at a familiar figure which provoked a complex feeling in his heart.

Feeling quite disturbed, he continued glancing sideways as he noted down the faces of the elites in his mind.

He then walked away freely as if he owned this place, approaching the four Emperors who were here to defend this place along with numerous itinerant Fourth Stage powerhouses.

Davis also glanced at each of their faces and registered them in his mind as well. If his soul was just a little bit more powerful, he would have unanimously used his death sense to know their names as well.

Although he knew his soul could match up to a Fifth Stage Soul Cultivator, he just wasn't sure if his death sense would be discovered by some hidden expert who specialises in detection.

After all, this place was filled with top tier experts from all over the continent and he didn't want to risk it.

The experts narrowed their eyes in displeasure. Even though they knew who this child was, they were quite reluctant to see a junior walking up to them like he was an expert of the same power level.

That said, they still didn't dare to raise up any voice against him as they quite feared the mysterious senior, his master.

"Emperors, I apologise on behalf of my royal father for not being able to come to this place to defend." Davis clasped his hands and said.

Emperor Ross and Emperor Claymore thought of using this chance to insult and get back at him but was interrupted by Emperor Ashton, "It's fine, Prince Davis. Your father is still not technically a member of the Guardian Alliance, and therefore possesses no obligation to be here in the first place."

Davis looked at him and felt a little thankful but was also confused about why he would still support him now that he was not his son-in-law anymore.

"That's right, Prince Davis. All you need to do is concentrate on killing those bastards!" Adding in an offensive voice, Emperor Ruth looked at the elite youths and hollered out, "Hear up young ones! The moment you enter that place, remember to not fight against each other. Co-operate with each other if needed, but don't backstab. You are all a part of our continent! Set aside your prejudices and rivalry for this endeavour and victory will be on our side!"

The youths nodded their heads as if they understood, but who knows what kind of plot they were hatching right now.

*Boom!*

A huge blast suddenly echoed out from the gorge on the hill.

The Emperors faces changed nervous as they simultaneously shouted, "Strengthen the formations!"

The multitude of formations in the mountains lit up brightly as the skies changed into a vivid one, reflecting the lights to the terrain.

The experts all flew up as they took positions of their own in the formations, tightly guarding the corners of the gorge.

"Hahaha! I made it! Her..." A skinny figure emerged from the gorge and laughed out loud when it was suddenly struck down by a deadly lightning formation, causing the figure to be fried.

A few more figures emerged as they subsequently got shot down by the lightning formation.

Looking at the fried figures, the youths all laughed out loud from the clumsiness of the enemies.

"Shut up! They are just slaves, this isn't even one-fifth of what the enemy is capable of!!" Emperor Ruth angrily shouted at the sounds of laughter, causing the youths to go limp and silent from fright for a moment.

Davis suddenly noticed the distorted cave beside them fluctuating in a frenzy, 'Oye... Didn't he say that there was about an hour?'

The experts also noticed it and hollered, "The secret entrance has opened! Go inside and slaughter those bastards!!"

"Make sure to come back in one piece!"

"Find the entrance to the other side if possible!" Shouts echoed out from the experts guarding this place.

The youths nodded but unceremoniously glanced at Davis causing the latter to roll his eyes.

Suddenly, a figure shot off into the direction of the cave, causing the others to follow her in hot pursuit.

Davis looked at Shirley who led the crowd into the cave. He then saw all of them disappear into the cave one by one.

Sighing gently, he finally glanced back in the direction of his home and bid farewell in his heart.

With a single step, he propelled himself into the cave as his figure also disappeared as he entered.

A mild discomfort hit his body, causing him to take a deep breath. He surveyed the area in front of him to see that most of the youths collapsed in pain, though none were passed out.

'Looks like the space tunnel we came through was slightly unstable...' Davis thought as he took a step forward, heading past the recovering youths who were collapsed near him.

He saw a beautiful figure ahead massaging her forehead in an attempt to relieve the discomfort.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he walked past her and continued to head into the narrow path.

The surroundings were nothing but filled with black stones and walls, while only the starting area had been lit up with club torches burning brightly as if they would never cease to fade out for eternity.

"Wait!~" A voice filled with complex emotions echoed out at him.

Davis turned to look at her coldly, his voice tinged with indifference, "What?"

Shirley bit her lips in helplessness.

She thought a lot about him during this one month after he left, so much that her royal father started to be suspicious of her life.

With a bit of personal investigation, her royal father managed to find out that she had killed Gart Claymore secretly. Enraged with her actions, he confronted her secretively and berated harshly for her actions.

When he asked about what had happened, she had no choice but to divulge the events to make her father believe that she didn't have any kind of relationship with Gart Claymore.

It would've been a huge matter if she hadn't explained it properly, while on the other side, she would've lost her father's trust if she had chosen not to explain.

Hearing about the events, her father shook his head as he sighed and left her with a single sentence which ultimately brought her to tears on that day, "It is the result of all your immature temperament..."