Chapter 1700 - Sacrificial Tributes
Davis watched the small group of almost a dozen people walk into his Purple Guest Palace. His gaze was on the people carrying the wonderful red semi-transparent curtained palanquins before gazing at the veiled beauties inside the palanquin. Their eyes appeared quite dull despite their shapely sharp eyes that appeared regal and powerful.
Both of them seemed to have overbearing prowess within them, but at the same time, he could sense the one carried by the Zlatan Family was more powerful.
Indeed, back when Fleander Zlatan had told him that Bylai Zlatan was one of the very few youths who stood at the top of the young generation in the Large-Sized Territories, it looked like he wasn't exaggerating. Turns out it was the truth, but outdated again.
'Bylai Zlatan, she entered the Ninth Stage and has the prowess of Mid-Level Martial Overlord Stage or perhaps higher... Likely, she has created a Magnificent Crest, the third-level crest. If her prowess has not completely entered the High-Level Martial Overlord Stage, that means she is hiding her strength, or her foundation has dropped from Perfect Foundation, becoming an Unblemished Foundation instead. A forced breakthrough to increase her vitality in order to harm me through that hex...?'
Davis glanced at them while they also gazed at him.
Although there was a bit of temptation in his heart when he thought they were going to become his slaves, he suppressed it, as usual, appearing indifferent as his lips moved.
"Arriving at the last minute. Is this a vain attempt to try and test my patience?"
A golden-haired middle-aged man from the Zlatan Family stepped forward and clasped his hands as he bowed ninety degrees.
"Your eminence, my name is Hazen Zlatan. We two families deeply apologize and regret our delay, but we ask for your pardon since our Dragon Queens both broke through into the Martial Overlord Stage in order to satisfy your eminence."
"Oh...?"
Davis deeply smiled.
"Indeed, I can sense their domineering prowess... Good. Very good."
He appeared satisfied before the approving expression on his face disappeared, replaced with coldness.
"What are you two families waiting for? Kneel and beg for mercy."
At this moment, the Domitian Family's Grand Elder stepped up as he clasped his hands and similarly bowed like Hazen Zlatan.
"Emperor of Death, I am called Zeramus Domitian, the last remaining Grand Elder of the Domitian Family. We understand that we were spared to serve as a warning to the rest of the world. However, this is going too far. I would like to request that-"
"That won't happen." Isabella coldly interrupted, "You all targeted me, his Dragon Queen. Consequently, it is his right for him to target your Dragon Queens. You should be all grateful to him for the rest of your lives that he decided to show mercy in this form, or do you rather want a slaughter?"
"..."
Zeramus Domitian and Hazen Zlatan's expressions were reluctant. The former wanted to speak again when he heard her cold voice again.
"I assure you that there won't be many casualties on our side. Probably none, if I may dare say..."
Isabella grinned as she stood up, her fluctuations radiantly shining as a brownish-golden light filled her figure. Immense might erupted within the Purple Guest Palace, making it tremble ever so lightly that even the newly reformed palace was proving unable to withstand her current prowess.
Knowing that he, no, the Zlatan Family would end up victorious in the end up, he reluctantly kneeled and raised his hand and moved it towards his face.
*Paah!~*
A resounding slap echoed as the world watched on his actions, his palms slapping his own face left and right.
*Paah!~*
*Paah!~*
*Paah!~*
Slaps continued to reverberate in this hall until another knee-breaking sound echoed before the sound of slaps increased to two per second as Zeramus Domitian also started to kneel and slap himself.
*Paah!~*
Hazen Zlatan finished slapping himself for the tenth time before falling on all fours and hitting his forehead on the surface, almost creating a crack.
"The Zlatan Family sincerely wishes to reconcile with the Emperor of Death! Please accept our tribute, our Dragon Queen as your slave!"
*Paah!~*
The sound of a disturbing and painful slap echoed again before a crazed voice resounded again.
"The Domitian Family sincerely wishes to reconcile with the Emperor of Death! Please accept our tribute, our Dragon Queen as your slave!"
Although it was a similar sentence, the voice behind it was gruesome and heartwrenching that even the people watching the projection could feel their hearts tremble in second-hand humiliation.
What kind of power were the Four Great Dragon Families?
They were now kneeling like servants to the Emperor of Death and plead that they take their prized daughters as slaves?
One had to know that even if the entire Four Great Righteous Sects had demanded this kind of tribute from them, it wouldn't have come to this point, but they would've all fought to the death! Yet, here they were now, miserably begging a newly risen powerhouse for mercy!?
Were the odds of winning that abysmal for them to give up like this?
All the people, even the ones with stately and regal statuses, were horrified at this scene.
Particularly...
*Crack!~*
"This... at this rate... he's going to kill me...!"
The Vast Sky Emperor Palace's eyes became bloodshot as he witnessed this scene from his chambers and unwittingly broke a teacup as he turned to look at a mirror. In those pair of eyes, he could see himself begging for mercy as the Dragon Families did!