Divine Emperor of Death

Edgar Alstreim stepped on the martial platform at this time, instantly gathering a plethora of voices that seem to have gone from confusion to abrupt yet nostalgic realization.

"Aiya! Isn't he that unfortunate crippled young master?"

Apparently, someone in the crowd quickly found out that he was the former Young Master of the Alstreim Family who was forced to let go of his status.

"It's him!? What is he doing here...?"

"Wasn't it said that he married another crippled woman, becoming the famous crippled couple of the century!?"

"What's happening? Could it be that this unfortunate person has a death wish to be blatantly standing on the life and death martial platform?"

"Heh! It's more like he knew his wrongs and intentionally came here to let us profit!"

The crowd jeered and posed questions, instantly asking why a cripple would have a death wish instead of just taking his own life so that he would just cease to be a leech of resources.

Edgar Alstreim remained silent towards their rude questions. He didn't answer but instead folded his arms, closed his eyes as he waited for his opponent to enter. Right now, his current figure appeared quite dashing with his white robes fluttering from the breeze that soared across the top of the mountain.

But with the curses hurled at him from the crowd, it was like he was embarrassed even to open his eyes and see the reality.

Claire stepped forward towards them in utter rage when Davis raised his hand and stopped her. He didn't say anything, but Claire took a deep breath before she calmed herself down.

Soon, everyone noticed the group of young generational experts hover in the air and went silent by themselves as if understanding that perhaps something was unfurling right in front of their eyes, like an underlying current about to blow right in front of their faces.

"Weiss Alstreim is late even though he was the first one to leave? Where did he go?"

Kayan Alstreim narrowed his eyes. From the way he addressed Weiss Alstreim without the honorific of Young Master, one could see that he held absolute contempt for him.

But his narrowed eyes became normal before a curve appeared on his lips, "Trash trying to make a scene... How laughable..."

Edgar Alstreim also opened his eyes at this moment, his gaze becoming abnormally cold.

In the distance, a small Low-Level King Grade Flying Abode flew in the air. Standing on the balcony of the abode was Young Master Weiss Alstreim, his robes fluttering in the wind. The eyes of numerous ladies simultaneously went wide, but once they recalled that he was nothing but trash, their astonishment became one of mocking instead.

A dazzling and handsome face but still trash.

Besides, it seems that he went to get his entourage as behind him; a few people were standing.

A blonde-haired, square-faced youth stood with his hands over his back stood like a rod while another young lady had her hands fingers brushing her blonde hair over her ear. She looked expressionless, and her purple eyes rather appeared indifferent.

It was almost as if she possessed the face of a woman who met with a tragic fate.

"Hahaha! Did you wait? Well, you should wait for the true Young Master to arrive after all!!" Weiss Alstreim jumped off the abode once it neared and landed on the martial platform with boisterous laughter echoing from his throat.

While his subordinates also alighted, they still hovered in the air, not stepping into the martial platform.

Edgar Alstreim looked above and noticed. He did not look at them, but a few Elders that have appeared mystically, including Elder Havle Alstreim. Even his own wife and daughter appeared, looking at him with intense worry reflecting in their expressions.

However, Elder Havle Alstreim's eyes seem to be rather flashing with a strange intensity.

"Haha! What are you looking at them for? You want to stay alive with them suddenly?" Weiss Alstreim sneered before a pitiful smile emerged on his face.

"You know... I'm a merciful person. If you kowtow to me three times and beg for forgiveness in front of all these people, I vow to let you go back to your fami-"

"You really do like to spout empty words and talk bullshit, don't you?" Edgar Alstreim cut him short as he unfolded his arms.

*Rumble!~*

Yellowish-brown martial energy surged like a tide around his body, making him possess an unbending demeanor. It made many eyes go wide in utter disbelief as they realized this trash somehow reached the Martial Master Stage!

To put this into comparison, among the Grand Elders, only a single person hadn't entered the Martial Master Stage, and yet, this less than two-hundred-year-old trash achieved it, making their eyes to blind in jealousy and envy!

"Let's stop with the farce and battle to the death." Edgar Alstreim raised his hands as two gloves abruptly appeared on them.

Weiss Alstreim let out a cold laugh before his essence energy flared like steam, "Why not? I'll send you to the very heavens that brought you to this world!"

He raised his hand, and the seething flames surrounding him built up gradually before he pointed at Edgar Alstreim, "Die!"

*Sizzle!~*

Edgar Alstreim saw the flames searing towards him. The heat of the flames made him narrow his eyes, but he smirked and rushed forwards without even a bit of fear present in his face! He quickly neared the crimson flames and struck!

*Rumble!~*

The crimson flames sunk in as if the heaven and earth squeezed it back. However, the crimson flames did not end but dashed in without an end.

Edgar Alstreim possessed a wide smile on his lips while his eyes were gleaming with killing intent. It was as if he relished this feeling of battling with an opponent, but since the opponent was his fated enemy, he acted crazy!

*Whoosh!~*

He rushed in further before the crimson flames could even reach him and punched again!

*Rumble!~* *Rumble!~*

Edgar Alstreim repeatedly punched with his clenched fists, suppressing the wave of crimson flames that tried to engulf him. The crimson flames were thrown into disarray with each punch, making the energy within it collapse before it could even do damage.

"Earth as an offense, my might establishes power!" With a bellow that translated the excitement of his newfound powers, Edgar Alstreim kept heading into the crimson flames without a worry in his mind.

Weiss Alstreim furrowed his brows as he heard Edgar Alstreim brag in excitement. He was astonished to see that the Streaming Crimson Flamewind Technique wasn't of any use to roast this bastard but instead served him to enter into his close-range.

After all, a Body Tempering Cultivator needed to near the opponent so that their attacks would connect!

He knew that he would fall into a disadvantage if Edgar Alstreim neared him, so he quickly retreated while also feeling that using this technique to intimidate him was a mistake!

*Sizzle!~*

Nevertheless, he didn't stop his Streaming Crimson Flamewind Technique but kept unleashing it more amounts, stressing his usage of essence energy to the limit!

*Sizzle!~* *Sizzle!~*

The atmosphere became scorching hot, and the crimson flames surged with intensity!