Chapter 422: What Makes You Think?

The destruction of the whole island felt meaningless in the presence of the two huge beings. Treas could only be rendered to a mere word that couldn't even get between their ears. The atmosphere instantly turned heavy with their presence flaring up in the sky as it occupied the space that blocked the entire illumination of the lunar far above.

Sun's fur was fluttering against the wind before he raised his huge arm, "Kneel and bow down? Kowtow against a nobody like you?"

"You think you are worthy of my head just because you're rich and hoarded a lot of treasures? How naive even for your age."

Sun grinned at the sight of the trembling astral figure. Since an astral figure was bound to one's soul, it could be said that the real body was shivering in fear as it was presented by it. 

"Pretty bold to flaunt your treasures against us. Could their numbers and quality actually content what our older brother has?" muttered Shen.

"Hahaha! If he did, he won't be scared shitless like this!" laughed Sun as every 'ha' would tremble the sea.

Lyon immediately raised his eyebrows as curiosity seeped in. His arms that were tightly crossed, turned slightly loose as he contemplated. (A figure that these two revered as older brothers actually exist?) thought him before his grin turned even wider.

How many could say that they could make these two call them older brothers? The answer was probably none. These two opposing sides of being were already facing enough miracles as they became friends, though not the best. If someone like that actually existed, the young man couldn't help but get excited as to whom of the rest ten people that nurtured him when he was just a kid in his past life earned the title.

"Do you have a say to yourself?" asked Shen as he leaned in.

"Y..." he was out of word as his start was demeaned the moment these two appeared. He could only glare at the young man that was haughtily crossed his arms against him with that proud smirk.

"I have associates in heaven!" shouted the old man.

"Huh? Hahahaha!" Both of them looked at each other before laughing.

"Heaven?" Shen let out a breath from through his nostrils as it fluttered the astral figure who was still jittering in fear. His magnificent whisker turned ominous as the menace and disdain appeared on his face.

"Do you think heaven is powerful? Knowing someone from heaven is powerful? How naive," muttered Shen.

"Looks like heaven is more popular than hell even after all this time. However, I've been to both places and I must say, they are all equally shit, but the ones from heaven are quite meddlesome with their 'pretending to be good' appearance," muttered Sun as he clicked his tongue to show his distasteful feeling.

The astral figure looked at the two huge beings in front of him casually looking down on heaven even though it was a prestigious place to be for mortals such as himself. There was a mutual disrespect coming out of their mouths, but one word struck his soul and etched in his mind, the existence of a place called hell. 

Every single cultivator revered heaven as a place to ascend to and live the rest of their lives there. However, with the existence of heaven, the existence of hell would surely not be naught. There was only a handful of information that he knew regarding the place called hell. Not even with the grand treasures in his grasp that he could understand how to get to the dreaded place. He only heard rumors about his existence but the being in front of him had affirmed that it does indeed, exist.

"Regardless!" said Sun before he continued, "Our grandson will come to both realms sooner or later, if you think that you can handle my amok and stood in our way, then be my guest. You will be nothing but a skull to step on anyway, hahaha!"

"Don't get too arrogant!" shouted the astral figure to their surprise. Though he was only a fragment of his real body, they shared the same feeling from one another. 

"You think I'm a fool? These images of illusion will not hinder me from the truth!" shouted him once more. Though the astral figure didn't need to breathe, he was clearly heaving.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows, "Old man, are you lost? Can't you differentiate between illusion and not?"

"Tch, I will not fall into your tricks young man. Explain to me why would the haughty True Dragon came down from heaven to be your grandfather?!" asked the astral figure.

There was imminent fear projected clearly from the way he acted as Lyon could see that the old man was sweating on the forehead, at least his real body was.

Lyon smirked before he shook his head as he looked at the astral figure. "I don't need to prove anything to you, you can believe what you are seeing through those dusty eyes of yours or not. Just know that if you stand in my way, I will not hesitate to erase you, just like what I did to your great-grandson."

"You! What is your name?!"

"My name is Seinreit! Remember it well," Lyon smirked as he gave his false name out of the blue.

The astral figure was a bit taken back as he saw how the young man casually gave out his name. 

"Haha, you fool! The whole world will hunt you down! I will put a bounty for your head!" shouted the astral figure.

"Heh, you dull old man, what makes you think I won't erase the whole world?" said Lyon.

"What?" exclaimed the astral figure before he saw Lyon's eyebrows slightly twitched. 

"Ngh!"

A sudden blast occurred as the astral figure was blown in half just from that soft gesture. Lyon smirked before smashing the rest away with a sweep of his golden tails. 

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The little waterfall was slowly grinding the stone below as the serene sound of it could calm even a crying baby. There were no fish visible inside that clear water but it also reflected nothing from above. Not far from where the stone was, was a circular creme plateau that had no special embroidery. The air was humid, but it could only have enough strength to whisper the old man's hair whom the person was sitting right at the center of the plateau. His gray hair couldn't even be older as it stood equal with time itself. His foreheads had three folds without him even creasing it and they looked drenched. His gray ash eyebrows suddenly twitched before he opened his eyes wide as he coughed out blood to the plateau. The blood sprayed and stained the ground as the reflection of the iron-stench liquid reflected his disbelieving eyes and gritting teeth.

There was still some blood left seeping out of his set of white teeth before he wiped it off with his arm. His heart still thumping wildly as more blood came out of his mouth because of his pulsating throat. He didn't even try to cover it up before both of his hands gave up and he went into a kowtowing position then puked his blood once more. 

Luckily, his sorry state was seen by no one before his throat stopped pumping out his blood. His jaw was slacked open as his droll mixed with his blood before dripping to the ground. His back bent upward and down as he heaved for breath. 

"Impossible... he... he... he didn't even lift a finger!" shouted the old man before he strugglingly tried to stand up on his two feet. The direct blow against his soul was unbelievably painful, were it not for his high cultivation levels, his meridians would have been in danger.

He walked toward the waterfall before reaching out his arms forward and opened his palms. The glistening water splashed against his wrinkled hands before he washed his face. As the water ran down his hair, his eyes had turned sharp as the image of a smirk that boiled his rage appeared in his mind. A twitch of his eyebrows had sent his astral figure toward sudden destruction before the disrespecting move of sweeping it with his golden tail.

"Erase the world huh? You dare to offend the great Treas, then let's see if you are a man of your word! SEINREEEEEEEIIT!" shouted the old man at the top of his lung before with one leap he disappeared from the hidden plateau.

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Meanwhile, he had turned around before his grandfathers reduced into bits of light as they vanished from the sky. His eyes locked on his surviving enemies as he put his arms crossed. The dire situation he was in had been totally reversed as he was sitting on the throne of victory. The moon lent her illumination as the four banners fluttered with all of their glory. Hovering on top of the crumbled island and debris of what was once a grand palace was the one that was known as Young Emperor, Lyon Torga.