Chapter 477: Impostor

His sudden appearance caught the expert cultivators off guard. The thousand of them were menacing enough being alone let alone over a thousand of them. However, no matter how thick their presence was, it was nothing against his single smirk.

The wind blew and fluttered his dark hair. His deadly charismatic face was on display but unbeknownst to him, his name had already turned famous from the work of someone else. The young man didn't share a shed of faze as he looked down before clicking his tongue.

"I thought that you are the richest of the world, never expected that your house would be this small," said Lyon.

His remark caught the Lord of Treas furrowing his eyebrows. However, his rage soon turned into a smile, "You rash young man! You purposely come into the lion's den are you a fool without a brain? Just like the monkey that you are!"

"Hoo, so this is the guy that has been sitting in the hot seat."

"He didn't look like much."

"Well to be fair, we are to be wary against his backing, not him. They could be hiding at this very moment."

His presence caught various mutter amongst the expert. Some were vigilant, some even turned to relax. There was no telling if they were of virtue or not but they were no doubt the bounty hunters for his head. However, the word 'backing' caught Lyon furrowing his eyebrows.

(Backing..?) he shook his head. Contemplating about it now would lead to an undesirable outcome.

"Heh, how does it feel to be slapped by a monkey's tail? Your astral couldn't even survive a twitch of my eyebrows, my fist would have obliterated you!"

Hearing his brave and arrogant words. Some of the experts couldn't help but look at him in a different light. Even if the latter were of high status, they won't dare to say it out loud with them being present. A part of them shook their head as one of them muttered, "A shame, he is a cultivator of quality, I under my wing he could soar the sky and rule multiple worlds. He had the fierce mentality, truly a warrior worth a name. However, it's not that rare to see geniuses fall."

"Bah! Stop spreading lies!" shouted the Lord of Treas as he smacked his backhand toward the air in denial gesture as if a fly were hovering around him.

"Lies? Hahaha! Just like how you tried to trap your own son?" Lyon smirked as the wave of his words scattered.

The words blew their mind away without hesitation as all of the experts turned around before looking at the old bone wearing those fancy armors. Their watchful and confused eyes demanded an answer but the shock inside his heart was urgent.

Those weary eyes of his opened wide in disbelief. (H-HOW?! How the hell did he know about it?! I made sure nothing escape! I even killed those that were involved!)

"How how how?!" the voice didn't come out from the master of Treas but instead it was from the young man he wanted nothing but to torture.

"Is what you think about... right?" said Lyon as he smirked. 

(This piece of shit! He's mocking me!) thought the old man before he gritted his teeth. (Doesn't he realize I hold all the cards here?! Why the hell should I hear his mumblings!)

"You made an accusation based on what? Those conspiracy theories that circulating around?! Bah! Don't make me laugh, you are nothing but a greenhorn! Enough of this! My friends, the prize is all yours to take!" he turned around before taking a glance at Titania. Her granddaughter had a discerning look aginst him but he knew the latter won't confront it. He chose to sit back and watched the show with his chin slightly rose up.

"Me first! Hahaha!" the fastest of them all took the chances while the rest of them were stupefied by the developing situation. "So sorry kid! No hard feelings! I'm just trying to make a fortune!"

Lyon looked down but his gaze was slightly hidden by a part of his hair however, one could see the smirk never ceased away from his face. 

"Accusation? Heh, who needs accusation when your son is here."

A shadow leaped out from behind Lyon's figure. The ominous aura couldn't be caught by them but the first cultivator that was trying to capture Lyon had his eyes opened wide.

*Crack!

His head twisted with a horrific crack. On his last shred of consciousness, he saw the back of an unknown man. (Eh? What's going on? Why am I....) his body fell before crashing against the ground. One expert died just like that.

"This surely doesn't feel like home... isn't that right? Father?" said the figure that had just assassinated the once enthusiastic fortune seeker. He stretched his neck to a pleasurable crack before letting out a smirk and crossing his arms.

The cultivator expert gasped as they looked at the old man hovering in the sky. Wearing a simple purple robe the scrawny old man was bald to the shine, yet his skin was rejuvenating as seconds went by.

"Th-That's!" exclaimed Titania.

"Impossible... he is back and.."

"He is on Lyon's side! Sir Noark is on Lyon's side?!"

"He is one of his backings too?!"

"Ha, hahahaha!" 

The laughter caught the expert's attention as they turned around to see the Lord of Treas standing again before clapping his hand. "What a magnificent double! Nice trick! I couldn't even discern the difference, you even bring me someone that look like my son. How laughable! Does your being had no shame?! Kill the impostor! Same reward, my friends!"

The mature one out of the experts immediately left the herd before confronting Noark with his hand behind his back, "I don't know what's going on between you two. However, I'm sorry that I'm here for the reward."

"Heh, not even a hello to your dead son, huh?" muttered Noark as he disregard the opponent in front of him.

"I will give slide to your slight disrespectful manner, impostor. However, the second time you ignore me, it will be your last."

"Hmm?" Noark finally noticed the man in front of him, "My cultivation has been stagnant for a long time, I guess you can do me a favor and stretched me up real good."

The two blurred at the same time before clashes of blows were heard in random spots of the sky.

"Lyon is free!"

"Haha! You're mine! Young one!"

All of them moved in unison as they went straight toward Lyon without hesitation. Ascending God's cultivators were going to bully a peak Godhood realm cultivator. These sorts of overkill would usually be wiped out of the part of history, however.

Lyon's hair suddenly fluttered in a weird direction. It was not against the wind but rather his own aura. His eyes turned golden before multiple shadows went past him with multiple whooshes. 

"Don't die again, old man! Else my wife would be sad! hahaha!" shouted Jin the Avalanche Fist before his fist met the face of one of the experts. The heavy blow sent the latter to the ground like a bullet after dragging some of the unlucky ones.

"J-Jin?! Avalanche Fist!"

"Nice to meet you too, but sadly, this is hardly the time!" said Jin before he brutally entered the fray without a second thought as he knuckled his hands together.

"Wh-What's going on?! Aren't you married to Treas!?"

"Huh? I'm married to Priscila. I'm not marrying the whole family, geez!" muttered Jin before he blew away his figure with his fist.

"T-T-THAT MAN!" said Priscila as she blushed her face looking from the huge bird. Though she gritted her teeth, her eyes betrayed her fake emotions.

"You're wide open! Torga!" a voice suddenly came out of nowhere as a streak of a slash came right beside Lyon. (Huh?!) the cultivator had his eyes wide open in disbelief as Lyon's eyes were already looking at him as if he knew he was going to come from the side. Suddenly he felt a frightful presence as someone stood behind him. The auburn hair fluttered before multiple strikes of fists that almost defied time occurred. The man couldn't even scream before his hair was pulled and his entire body thrown away like a bag.

"The Empress!"

"Empress Cecile! She is behind him too?!"

"Save some of them for me! Older brother!" The golden hair fluttered before a very gallant man leaped out and entered the fray. 

"GA! GARUDA?!"

"What?! What's going on here?!"

"What's going on is, you are after my benefactor, and that I cannot forgive even if I have to go against Treas!" shouted Garuda before he joined the fight.

The revelation caught them off guard before a fist went straight toward their gaping faces. 

"Things have escalated to a direction in my favor... However, those three... where are they... Why are they not here.... " muttered the old man as he looked at the smirk on Lyon's face.