Divine Emperor of Death - Chapter 1913

Zestria’s figure flashed above the battle stage as her body was enveloped in a fiery glaze. In front of her were three opponents who were also preparing their attacks in order to defeat her.

Gracious azure-blue winds swirled, forming mighty tornadoes around the Emperor Sword Sect’s disciple. They were attacks being formed by the two other competitors in a temporary truce with the golden-robed man who stood concentrating his sword intent, releasing terrifying amounts of essence energy unto his sword as though wanting to feed it with enough energy to use a technique.

His silvery sword shimmered with a golden gleam, threatening to shred every minute existence in front of it as its overbearing might commanded subservience from others. Even the two competitors beside him felt their hearts palpitate with awe, making them want to relinquish their struggle altogether, and it would be more so the case if it was actually directed at them.

“The emperor doesn’t need to show his might, but when it is required, all beings shall bow down and worship him.”

The Emperor Sword Sect’s disciple lips moved as he brought down the sword in a diagonal arc when suddenly the golden gleam parted from the sword’s blade, heading straight towards Zestria, whose dark red essence energy seemed to be rapidly surging out of her body.

“I too agree with your statement, but there’s only one emperor, and that’s the emperor I adore!”

Raging dark crimson-golden flames burst out from Zestria’s body as she spoke, and then, she directly shot upwards in a beautiful arc, back-flipping as she spread her hands and brought it down as she stood straight.

‘Dragon Flames Ignites The Earth!’

The draconic crimson-golden flames that surged to her palms, forming into a searing heap, directly shot towards the Emperor Sword Sect’s disciple, ignoring the other two opponents who panicked on what to do, defend or attack while they had the chance.

The Emperor Sword Sect disciple’s pupils dilated as he noticed Zestria’s movements.

As he had traveled across and set foot on other sects to battle and test his might with his sect’s elders’ supervision, he had heard that the Domitian Family’s techniques were the most destructive out of all fire techniques, even when compared to the Burning Phoenix Ridge’s techniques.

He wondered if his Emperor Sword Rend would be able to counter it but then saw it disappearing into the dark raging crimson-gold sea of flames when they clashed.

“Retreat!”

He instantly gave out a command and retreated backward with an ugly expression! The faith he had in his Emperor Sword Sect techniques came crumbling down because he knew for a fact that his technique crumbled inside the searing flames as soon as it entered. He didn’t know if it was his technique or his own inadequacy of cultivation but chose to blame the former.

After all, how big the difference in their Vast Seas could be!?

*Boom!~*

The crimson-golden flames exploded on the location where the Emperor Sword Sect’s disciple retreated from, but the heaps behind it didn’t explode and followed him, causing him to raise his sword and counterattack.

*Whizz!~*

But at this moment, Zestria had to protect herself from the incoming azure-blue winds that threatened to rip her to shreds.

The azure-blue tornadoes were capable of shredding the toughest Mid-Level Emperor Grade Ores apart, but when it came into contact with Zestria, it was unable to capture her as she shot towards the side, little compressed explosions bursting underneath her soles as her speed alone left those tornadoes in the dust before they could catch up to her.

Zestria’s maneuvering figure was eye-candy to the crowd as they saw her curves become accentuated. However, the moment the flames burst from her body again, they had to close or narrow their eyes as they felt their eye sockets burning from the pure scorching intent emitted by her.

At the same time, she glanced at the two green-robed men who took advantage of her battling with the Emperor Sword Sect’s disciple to attack her.

Judging by their appearances, they were obviously twins and also from the same sect as they were adorned in the same type of wardrobe, but she paid little heed to their combined attacks as it wasn’t worth glossing over.

What was more confusing to her was the fact that these twins were put in the same battle even though the pull was randomized. How lucky can they get? Or was the pull rigged?

She didn’t know and again could care less with their current strength that she didn’t think was a threat to her.

Intense crimson-gold flames emerged from her body as she shot towards them with extreme speed. The twins who trained in the wind all their lives felt like they were battling the wind themselves as figures rushed past them, leaving them with heaps of searing flames to deal with.

Azure-blue winds erupted.

Their winds had an icy nature to it that helped them quickly quell the rebellious fire dragon’s flames, but then, a goddess of fire floated above them, overseeing their actions as though they were nothing but ants struggling to face her.

“You- aahhhh!!!”

One of the twins had just opened his mouth when he was suddenly lit up in crimson-golden flames, the severity of the flames enveloping him whole as it tried to turn him into ashes. The other twin hurriedly used the fan in his hand to weave gentle strands of azure-blue wind blades that scraped the fires one by one, but the fires were almost inextinguishable.

He couldn’t understand why the flames were so strong when there shouldn’t be much of a difference if two people with Abundant Seas attacked someone who had a Vast Sea, unless…

Just when an assumption rocked his mind, a panicked voice echoed.

“I surrender!”

Before long, that twin who was ablaze with dragon flames could no longer endure as he felt that his meridians were going to be damaged at this point before he screamed, signaling his defeat.

Compared to Zestria’s natural bodily endurance, their bodies were so weak that they couldn’t endure the prowess of ninth stage attacks.

He was instantly pulled out of the battle stage when Zestria stepped forward in the air, heading towards the other twin.

However, an overbearing sword intent encroached on her from behind, allowing her to comprehend that her life was in danger.

Usually, an Emperor Sword Sect disciple wouldn’t attack from behind, so no one would expect it, but Zestria grinned.

‘I was expecting you to sneak attack like the coward you are, fool…’

She bent her upper body as though bowing when her left foot suddenly exploded with force as it swung back from the rebounded force of the compression explosion underneath her foot and landed right on the Emperor Sword Sect’s chin.

“Ugh..!”

However, he managed to take a step back in the nick of time, leaving him with a grazed chin that was dripping with blood. He lowered his head and pulled his silver sword that only managed to cut a strand of Zestria’s silky crimson hair, wanting to measure her state when his scalp turned numb as an overbearing dragon’s might encroached on his movements.

Not only that, but an insane soul suppression suddenly fell on his soul, causing him to momentarily freeze!