Divine Emperor of Death - Chapter 1925

Once the curtains to the match opened, everyone instantly moved.

Bylai Zlatan’s Peak-Level Law Sea Stage Cultivation surged. Her golden hair swayed as her metal energy overflowed from her pores, swirling around her. She seemed to be covered by a layer of metallic sheen, becoming golden herself.

“That’s the Zlatan Family’s Golden Metal Armor Technique…!”

The people who recognized it screamed with joy as though they were avid fans, knowing that it was a technique harder to master even for the many geniuses of the Zlatan Family, but as expected of the Golden Dragon Queen, she made it seem easier than it should be.

The opponents also surged with their own attacks, but it could be seen that they were stiff from witnessing her golden metal body and sensing her prowess that reached the peak of Mid-Level Law Rune Stage. Bylai Zlatan didn’t hide her prowess, but at the same time, it became a deterrent, weakening their minds as they felt that there was no way they could break that kind of defense which made her body as strong as Mid-Level Martial Overlord Stage Cultivators.

Bylai Zlatan quickly arrived in front of the person who was the closest to her, throwing out a punch packed with immense prowess. Unlike earthen magical beasts, that still had to be careful, she was like a metal magical beast, surging with a metallic luster as she punched out using an additional technique.

The heaven and earth in front of her fist trembled before it blasted her opponent’s fiery defense, causing a deep gash to appear on her opponent’s shoulder as blood spurted.

*Hss!~*

That opponent sucked in a breath of cold air from suppressing the pain. However, he didn’t give up but retreated. While he was retreating, the other three opponents ganged up on Bylai Zlatan from behind, causing her to turn around and launch a punch with her other hand, her fist raging with a golden glow as it struck out.

*Bang!~!*

Four energies clashed as they exploded mid-air.

Bylai Zlatan was sent flying from the explosion that occurred the nearest to her. However, she quickly regained her balance, looking unharmed, much less out of breath. Her confident expression didn’t even change.

Even opponents at the same level would be hard-pressed to break her defense unless they could overpower her.

*Whoosh!~*

Taking a step forward, she rushed towards them. Her smile became even more resplendent, but the crowd could only see her glowing eyes that were full of excitement as her expression was slightly hidden by her golden veil.

“She seems to be having fun…?”

The people noticed, but they didn’t understand.

How can an enslaved person be having fun?

Her family’s Grand Elders were massacred. They killed her father. Her fellow half-brothers and sisters were crippled while she was nothing more than a slave.

Where were her soulless eyes? Where was the look of hatred they expected her to have?

In the Zlatan Family’s seating area, Klade Zlatan, Lezella Zlatan, and the others possessed complex expressions on their faces.

Did she come to hate them that much that she would rather find happiness in slavery?

Zestria’s case was also mind-boggling to them. But unlike Zestria, Bylai Zlatan wasn’t hugged by the Emperor of Death, nor had he shown any kind of intimacy towards her. There was no such news or even actions that denoted such a case, making them feel bewildered.

Bylai Zlatan neared her opponent as the space around her shook. Her eyes slightly widened as she saw a black-robed man use spatial distortion to hinder her movements. However, her astonished eyes calmed as the spatial distortion wasn’t anything to be worried about. Her body passed through the distortion, feeling heaviness.

Blazing fire and mountainous boulders attacked her from the other two sides, while the fourth opponent she attacked seemed to be slowly healing back to health.

Bylai Zlatan spread her hands when a golden energy wave erupted, defending against the attacks as she made them explode in mid-air. They were unable to near her, and the spatial distortion was unable to stop her. With a step forward, the space underneath her trembled as she shot forward again.

She was not fast, nor did she possess an explosive speed. In fact, she could be said to be slow, but the aura erupting from her was many times powerful as she gained momentum, causing the one who used spatial distortion technique to shiver as his scalp turned numb.

Bylai Zlatan neared and shot a contemporary fist at him. The golden sheen on her fist raged into a golden dragon and shot towards the fleeing figure with immense speed.

*Boom!~*

Despite the spatial trajectory changing many times from distortion, the small golden dragon didn’t change directions, heading straight towards him. Knowing that he couldn’t dodge this, he turned around and unleashed a chaotic wind tornado, but it broke past his defense and struck him!

It caused her opponent’s rib cage to cave.

“Ahhh!”

With a miserable shout, he was sent flying, but at the same time, Bylai Zlatan received two attacks on her body, receiving it while only having her Gold Metal Armor Technique as a defense.

*Bang!~*

Earth struck, and flames exploded on her, causing the people to jump from their seats. However, moments later, they saw her appear outside unscathed, looking at her opponents with a mocking gaze.

‘Dammit! Is she invulnerable…!?’

Facing the Zlatan Family’s famous defense, they finally understood what kind of existence they were facing. The previous Zlatan Family disciples that appeared couldn’t hold a candle to her. Even their attacks that could cause a Mid-Level Martial Overlord Stage Cultivator to be gravely injured was nothing to her.

Quickly, they scrambled again, disallowing her to catch up. As long as they maintained distance, they felt that she could do nothing against them, just like how they could do nothing against her at the moment, opting to waste her energy.

After all, it was one versus four. How could her energy last long against them?

“She’s playing with them…”

Zestria opened her mouth, causing Davis and the others to look at her.

“She’s intentionally lowering her speed. She was way faster than this when we fought decades ago.”

“Of course.” Fiora nodded like she understood, “After being enslaved by us and having almost nothing to do, she should be happy that she has time to play around. She’s merely savoring this moment, isn’t she?”

“Could be…” Zestria spread her hands, indicating that she didn’t know.

But on the other hand, Davis turned to look at Evelynn missing around him. She was not beside them but was inside the palanquin Isabella was in.

Were they planning something? He couldn’t help but think.

After all, they were the ones who advised and recommended him Bylai Zlatan, and he couldn’t help but sense some peculiarity in the atmosphere.

Was it because they couldn’t see a slave fighting and representing them as Ancestor Dian Alstreim wondered before?

*Boom!~*

Bylai Zlatan managed to injure another opponent. Her third opponent’s chest caved as her golden dragon energy fell flat against his body, causing him to spew a mouthful of blood. Only one attack landed, but it caused her opponent to reel in dizziness.

However, as though pitying him, Bylai Zlatan shot towards her fourth opponent, targeting him instead of making the others give up.