Divine Emperor of Death

"I want to see the city." 

At this time, on the premises in front of their building, Evelynn looked at Davis with an expectant gaze.

Davis became taken aback before his lips curved.

'That's right, she earned it. From the time we were being chased, she had not even uttered a word of complaint, following me all the way till we came here.'

At that moment, he almost thought of settling down with her here but he knew that there too many things on his mind for him to even completely relax for a week.

Davis smiled at her and answered, "Sure!"

He held her hand and pushed open the gate to the entrance as he saw the yellow clouds. Then when he moved his gaze to the front and walked out, he saw... no one.

"What's this? Why is no one in the main street?" Evelynn uttered, her expression becoming visibly confused. Even Davis found it odd. He then tried to remember if there were any occasions in the city and quickly remembered.

"It's the Conferred King Tournament..."

The confusion in Evelynn's eyes disappeared, "So that's it..."

When they had entered the second level, that woman who had the same name as Clara asked them if they were here to participate in the Conferred King Tournament.

They didn't know much about the Conferred King Tournament, so they weren't entirely sure if the absence of people was its fault.

At this time, a person riding a tiger species Magical Beast passed through the streets before them.

"Do you want to head to see the tournament?" Davis asked, thinking that he could follow that person since that person might be possibly headed to the tournament.

Evelynn pondered for a moment before shaking her head, "I want to sightsee..."

Davis chuckled.

That's right, Evelynn never wished for battles to happen. Why would she want to see it?

"We can head there after a while..." She embraced his arms and let out a smile, one that seems out of consideration for him.

"Alright..."

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*Splash!~*

Blood spurted out of a body, stabbed by a sword that seemed to have a barbed edge. 

The transparent red domain that was active, faded away while looking as if it had been retracted.

In the surrounding atmosphere, essence energy was leaking away and dispersing into the heaven and earth energy as if it were a drain pipe.

The hand that was holding the barbed sword moved back, and the barbed edge ripped the skin as it was pulled out of the abdomen.

The man who had been stabbed looked at the man in front of him in disbelief!

It was as if he couldn't believe that he was just crippled by a worthless sword.

A sword of Sky Grade!

Indeed, he became a cripple as his dantian was pierced. His eyes instantly clouded in fury as he tried to take his opponent along with him together through self-destruction!

The explosion of the revolving core!

*Whoosh!~*

The man with the sword who had just moved back instantly appeared behind him.

A lopped head fell off to the side, its face still revealing an expression of hatred as well as smirk as if it has gotten what it wanted. 

The man holding a sword in his right hand kept the sword into the sheath, and not even a drop blood was on the blade.

"Winner of the last round of the quarter-finals, Wilhelm Abel!" A person wearing black tight-fitting robes shouted in delight. He seemed to preside over the position of a referee in the Conferred King Tournament.

Instantly, cheers of awe and admiration spread over to the entire audience as they started to chant his name in fervor!

"Wilhelm Abel!"

"Wilhelm Abel!~"

The man who held the sword in the quarter-final match, Wilhelm Abel, looked rather young, and combined with his sharp yet languid look as if he were not really paying attention to his surroundings made him instantly popular with the ladies.

He floated out of the platform which had a perimeter of 20 kilometers with each side ranging 5 kilometers.

"To have comprehended Level Six Sword Intent, looks like we got two dark horses this decade..." A man with a blue-colored beard spoke.

He did not look old nor did he look young, but from the rather long beard that was shaped like an old man's, one could see that he was aged in the number of years he had lived.

"To slay a Law Dominion Stage Expert before he could self-destruct truly requires skill..." Another person who had a white beard couldn't help but not his head. 

Nevertheless, like the other man before, his face still looked middle-aged.

"Even the soul was obliterated along with the severing of his head in an instant." He added.

These two were seated in the VIP seats along with a few other people who seemed to have their own undulations suppressed consciously. It was as if they didn't dare to strut off the cultivation in front of these two people.

Above the spectators' seats in the north direction of the battle platform was the VIP seats that were placed to host the experts who were the hosts of the tournament.

"Royal Protector Freed, who do you think will win and manage to grab the rewards bestowed to the Conferred King?"

Suddenly, a man who looked unperturbed as if he was the emperor, looked at the man with the blue-colored hair.

"It is difficult to say, Crown Prince Hadre." Royal Protector Freed replied with an amiable smile.

He had blue colored facial hair as well as hair which fell over his shoulders loosely. He looked like a wisened expert and wore dark blue robes which had the Ethren Empire's emblem.

"Yes, with two dark horses entering the tournament, even the ones who were involved in the betting don't know how to grade the two dark horses." The middle-aged looking man with the white beard replied.

He lightly ran his fingers over his long white hair and didn't mind if people would think if he was old but instead looked proud in his own right.

He too wore the same clothes as Royal Protector Freed.

"Is that so, Royal Protector Aleron? Sigh... Second Brother has already entered the Law Sea Stage becoming ineligible to participate in the Conferred King Tournament..." Crown Prince Hadre said.

Suddenly, he let out a harmless smile, "Where is third brother? I don't see him..."

Aleron shook his head as he smiled, "Your third brother decided not to participate in the Conferred King Tournament."

"Oh, is he not interested in the rewards?" Crown Prince Hadre had a surprised expression on his face.

The two royal protectors just smiled, shaking their heads to the Crown Prince's question.

Every 500 years, the throne would change owners in the Ethren Empire.

The two royal protectors, Freed Ethren was around 1,500 years old while Aleron Ethren was around 2,500 years old.

One of the two had seen the changing of two Emperors and the other had seen more than two and the bloodshed that accompanied those changes.

They too have taken sides and successfully managed to stay alive for thousands of years, so they knew why on a deep level on why the Crown Prince was wary of his brothers.

"Too bad that my third brother didn't participate in the tournament. As for my other siblings, our royal father had given birth to so many princes, but only a few are capable and display promise..." The Crown Prince uttered as if he was lamenting the fate of the Ethren Empire.