Divine Emperor of Death

"This is absurd..." Ancestor Larzen Metaxas couldn't help but sigh as he passed the letter to Ancestor Hiden Gilmore, "It seems that the Dragon Queen is protective of him so much that she seems to have probably commanded her King-Tier Dark-Winged Twilight Wolf to protect him at all times."

Ancestor Hiden Gilmore read the letter with his own eyes before he shook his head, "The assassination attempt on that brat has already been made. The Dragon Queen won't sit still and pressurize our Flowing Mist Sect for an answer. We can use this to our advantage to pressure the Yantras."

"Should we continue to tell them to assassinate that brat? A second attempt would cost more since their expert is already dead."

Ancestor Larzen Metaxas shook his head, "The cost was pooled by the two of us alone, ten million Peak-Level Spirit Stones, just for an alchemist brat. The price is high not because of his cultivation level or his talent but because of Dragon Queen's mysterious background. If her background is known to be a grand existence, then the price wouldn't be just ten million Peak-Level Spirit Stone but far higher!"

"We wouldn't be able to afford such an amount without reaching our hand into our treasury. Nevertheless, if we dare to spend again, only a few mere Peak-Level Law Sea Stage Experts would move out, but we would have to empty our personal wealth for it. Obsidian Killer Dragon and Alabaster Killer Dragon won't move out since they would have learned their lesson from the previous Ancestor's experience."

"Trying again is just not worth it."

"Curse it! Just an alchemist brat! Not enough to reach the apex! I'll go kill him myself!" Ancestor Hiden Gilmore raised his fist in anger.

"Hiden! Calm yourself! Despite your illusive prowess, if you get caught, it would be all for nothing!" Ancestor Larzen Metaxas berated, causing Ancestor Hiden Gilmore to calm down.

"If those assassins are useless, can we...?"

Ancestor Larzen Metaxas instantly raised his palm and placed it on Ancestor Hiden Gilmore's shoulder, "We can't contact the Poison Lord Villa. If we do, there is a high possibility that Elizar Yantra would come to know of our intent. After all, the one who had the most contact with the Poison Lord Villa is the Yantra Family, not us."

"We shouldn't push our luck..." Ancestor Larzen Metaxas gravely spoke, "The Poison Lord is someone we can't hope to offend."

"Damn it! Then what should we do?" Ancestor Hiden Gilmore couldn't help but feel frustrated.

However, Ancestor Larzen Metaxas maintained a clear gaze.

"The Flowing Mist Sect should already be extremely suspicious to the Alstreim Family and the Dragon Queen by now, so it would be rather obvious if you or I make a move. As usual, we'll play ignorant, but if they come, we'll pin down the blame on Elizar Yantra and force him to exit the Flowing Mist Sect."

"Although he wouldn't leave, this should destroy his reputation within the Flowing Mist Sect. Adrax Yantra, the current top talented individual of the sect, would also unwittingly start to know his place. Then, we can slowly improve our own youths as we sharpen their skills while we play Elizar Yantra and his Yantra Family to death if they refuse exile!"

"Yes, master!" Ancestor Hiden Gilmore clasped his hands, his eyes gleaming with respect.

Ancestor Larzen Metaxas rubbed his goatee with a wide yet ugly smile, not rejecting being addressed as Master this time.

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In another unknown Territory, above a particular grand structure that stretched kilometers into the background, a black-robed figure flew above the skies in the distance as they abruptly stopped, looking at the structure with a bit of trepidation present in their blurry eyes.

Surrounding this grand structure, there was a thousand-kilometer radius of empty space present before a humongous city that stretched to the ends appeared. The city seemed to be built in an elliptical manner, making the grand structure appear like a sacred location. The city occupied a land area of thirty billion square kilometers, and its distance was far such that even a Low-Level Ninth Stage Powerhouse's eyes can't see the outskirts of the city from the very center.

However, it was not the size of the villa, nor the colossal extension of the city that intimidated the black-robed figure, but it was the single person inside it, ruling over the entire villa like an emperor!

"The Poison Lord..." A man's voice echoed.

This grand structure was none other than the Poison Lord's Villa!

It alone occupied a space of a hundred million kilometers, making the entire villa appear massive, but because it was also occupied by hundreds and thousands of disciples and millions of servants and maids, it didn't appear desolate at all.

Nevertheless, what the black-robed man kept looking at was the grand tower in the luxurious villa center. He didn't dare get closer but just waited, waited like an obedient child while releasing a bit of his soul force undulations that could only be sensed by similar-level experts.

Abruptly, a magical beast took off from the grand tower.

The black-robed man squinted his eyes and saw that the magical beast was a Cloud Poison Giant Sparrow. It possessed sharp eyes, a fluffy-looking body surrounded by clouds, but in truth, it was a poison cloud that would instantly suck out the person's energy as long as the magical beast attacked and willed.

*Chirp!~*

It noticed and chirped loudly, causing the black-robed man to notice the person who was mounted above it belatedly. He became instantly taken aback!

*Chirp!~*

*Chirp!~*

In a few seconds, its Peak-Level Eighth Stage undulations spread like a tidal wave as it arrived before the black-robed man, making him further go stiff as he became dazed while looking at the beautiful person.

"Hahaha!~" Melodious laughter echoed from the person as they saw the black-robed man.

"Well, well, if it isn't Elizar..." Again, the female voice echoed, causing the black-robed man, Elizar Yantra, to come out of his reverie.

"Please use a low-voice, Poison Mistress. My visit today is as a secret that no one should know..."

"If that's the case, why didn't you use your illusive arts to appear disguised in front of us? Don't blame me if the winds carried away the knowledge that you're none other than Elizar Yantra..."

"I wouldn't dare...!" Ancestor Elizar Yantra shook his head.

"Hahaha!~." The woman laughed, seemingly amused.

Right now, his favorite crown didn't seem to be adorning his head, but his eyes were surely stuck on Poison Mistress's bosoms. She wore a black robe that was quite revealing as her cleavage was plain to see. However, no matter how he tried to look away, his eyes would always land on her rosy lips, her pale neck, her curves, and her pale white thigh that was revealed by her skirt.

"Well," The Poison Mistress took her lithe finger to her lips, a deadly smile appearing on her face, "I'm going to take care of a particular mission."

Her lither finger ran down her pale neck and stopped at her mid-riff, emphasizing her assets before she lightly pushed her curves up, "Perhaps, we can enjoy the adventure... together?"

Ancestor Elizar Yantra instantly shook his head like an obedient child, causing her to burst into a fit of laughter.

"Hahaha!~."

Her laughter and jiggling round white bosoms made it further worse for him, but the last sentence and her movements made him tremble like a building that was going to collapse! He couldn't help but finally lower his head with great difficulty.

'Damn vixen! Her charm arts is too terrifying that it is easily capable of breaking my will!'

He was not wantonly looking at her of his own will! Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't dare!

The Poison Mistress is the Poison Lord's most beloved woman! If he even made a single move as to touch her or insult her, he wouldn't live to tell the tale the next day! Nonetheless, even if the Poison Lord wouldn't do anything, it was unknown if he could survive this vixen's onslaught!

He wasn't arrogant enough to think that he could win against a Mid-Level Law Rune Stage Powerhouse! Much less when that powerhouse is an expert who trains in Poison Laws.

Even now, he wanted to go far away and maintain a distance that would let him stay safe because even without him noticing, it could be possible that he would be poisoned to death! He didn't dare underestimate her!

"How obedient..." The Poison Mistress smiled, her beauty overshadowing the night moon, "Go forth without worry, and I'll send a message to the Poison Lord that you are asking for a secret audience. With this kind of behavior, I'm sure the Poison Lord would be pleased to grant you a secretive audience but don't count on my words."

"Many thanks, Poison Mistress!" Ancestor Elizar Yantra clasped his hands and bowed ninety degrees.

A smirk of disdain appeared on the Poison Mistress's lips before she urged the Cloud Poison Giant Sparrow to take her away and left.

Ancestor Elizar Yantra heaved a sigh, his expression becoming relieved behind the piece of cloth he used to hide his face. He didn't want to deal with this temptress even for a few more seconds as it would invite a calamity.

He took a step forward in mid-air and rushed towards the center of the villa. Once he arrived at the grand tower's periphery, he stopped and didn't dare go near it.

This grand tower was where most of the Ninth Stage Powerhouses of the Poison Lord Villa were gathered! It was unknown how many quirky powerhouses were present, and he didn't want to be wrongfully poisoned on a whim, so he gritted his teeth in anxiety and waited again.

"Enter..."

A minute later, a young voice resounded, causing Ancestor Elizar Yantra's eyes to brighten with an elated smile, unwittingly revealing that he didn't consider himself to be on the same level as the owner of the voice!