Chapter 1573 - Zlatan Family's Patriarch
The Zlatan Family’s Patriarch quickly arrived within two seconds, traveling seven thousand kilometers per second, leaving the space quaking in his wake.
*Zoom!~*
When he stopped right before them, the momentum created a mighty breeze of sharp winds, making the strands of hairs of many powerhouses wave heavily, making them look disheveled.
Only the likes of the Poison Lord, Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross, the Grand Elders of the Dragon Families, Isabella and Davis remained unaffected by the overbearing presence he imposed upon them, although their expressions varied as they looked at his features.
He possessed a suave face adorned by a golden mustache. Golden hair freely fell from his head while his luxurious golden robe appeared majestic, both serenely waving in the air.
"Any wicked path powerhouses here shall leave within three seconds or els-" The Zlatan Family’s Patriarch suddenly paused, turning to look at Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross.
"Oh? Aren’t you Hadrian Cross, the Soul Emperor who was hunted down but managed to escape?"
"Indeed, are you going to chase me away?" Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross mockingly chuckled.
The Zlatan Family Patriarch’s expression became somber. He certainly didn’t expect this person to be present, and when he panned his gaze, he saw the Poison Lord as well. Both of them didn’t enter his eyes, but if they were working together, then he would be facing a big headache.
He knew better than not to underestimate the power of the soul suppression and Hex Laws. If getting hit by both, he wouldn’t die but might get cursed for sure, which would result in his status and power dropping within the Four Great Dragon Families.
"What are you all here for?"
"Glad you asked!" The Poison Lord chuckled, "I require the lad you’re trying to kill."
"You think you can take him away from me?" The Zlatan Family’s Patriarch coldly chuckled as he turned to look at Davis.
Davis felt an oppressive aura descend on him, but at the same time, it was relieved by Isabella’s aura.
The Zlatan Family Patriarch’s expression became unsightly. He had heard about this woman before but thought it wasn’t a big deal as much as now. After all, people finding a remnant tomb was a common thing that occurred once every few centuries or every millennium.
They all felt that Isabella was such a woman whom they must not be forceful with but wait for her to come to them so that they can have her without any kind of repercussions as there were cases of suicide from being forced, but clearly, this method of waiting seemed to not work either, sometimes!
Previously, it worked if the other party was willing, but they were all people who only received a blood essence or two. However, this woman named Isabella, whatever tomb she came across, it was almost as if it was like on the level of an Immortal Inheritance, making him inwardly furious.
Such a woman... How could they lose her!?
Even now, he could feel similar pressure from her, making him aware that she had more or less reached his level!
It was almost impossible to have her now that he could only abandon any thoughts on her. However, he turned to look at Davis.
They couldn’t believe this kind of might existed in the first place.
"Poison Lord Villa! Attack the barrier below right now!"
At this moment, the Poison Lord commanded as she rushed towards Davis, intending to subdue him.
"Yes!!!"
"Capture Davis for me, father. One night on the bed is all it would take for him to forget everything but me."
The Poison Mistress excitedly jumped while the Poison Lord laughed.
"Haha, true. Just leave it to me, my daughter."
Davis turned to look at the Poison Lord Villa before he ignored, turning to look at the Soul Emperor, who seemed to make his way towards the two Honorable Elders, making them his first target.
"You Dragon Families’ Powerhouses." Honorable Elder Julian Kruse bellowed in rage and trepidation, "If you don’t defend us, I’ll definitely take this defiance as a betrayal and-"
Abruptly, the Soul Emperor turned and shot towards Davis while having a sinister smile on his face.
"Soul Emperor, you dare!?"
Davis’s back was defenseless at this moment for him to subdue him with his hex. His palm glowed with a tremendous amount of crimson light, intending to slap Davis full of hexes as one didn’t seem to work on him.
However, he noticed a black-robed man appear from the safe confines of the barrier as it opened and closed.
"Beauty Snow, I’m sorry!"
A monotonous voice echoed as the black-robed man and Soul Emperor Hadrian clashed, almost appearing as if they hit face-first against each other.
*Boooommmm!~~~~*
An enormous explosion of flesh occurred as blood splattered while the revolving core also exploded, engulfing a radius of tens of kilometers within an earthen light as tumultuous wind swept the airspace of the Grand Alstreim City.
The pure sight of it made everyone flinch, their jaws dropping as they looked at the explosion sweeping right above the brownish-golden barrier, engulfing a huge amount of space.
The battles, the attack on the barrier; everything stopped as they could no longer sense the undulations of Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross.
From the looks of it, it seemed like he ridiculously crashed into the self-destruction of a Low-Level Martial Overlord Powerhouse at a point-blank range!?
Both Ancestor Dian Alstreim and Ancestor Tirea Snow were shaken as they heard the black-robed person’s voice.
Wasn’t that Ancestor Xanbas Goldsky!?