Emperor's Reckoning

"Heh," Lyon smirked as the bottom of his feet gradually stopped kissing the floor.

"Be careful!" shouted Tuey.

Malik looked at both of his trembling hands as he saw the ships that stretched his eyes. He tried to bury his fingers against the palm but to no avail. 

"Seeing this, it made you insignificant don't you think?" asked Malik toward the black knight behind him.

The latter stood silent outside of the armor but his eyes were opening wide at the sight of the grand army on the shore. 

"Do you think that your title serves a purpose? We are nothing but a symbolic matter to stop the kingdoms from revolting," added Malik.

(However, this is still beyond my imagination, how much power does the empress hold behind the emperor's back? Crap, I'm starting to doubt that we could overturn the table here. I hope the emperor was right, even though he did end the Andro Kingdom by himself, seeing the vassals in front, one can't blame me to have doubt....right?.....?!) Malik raised one of his eyebrows as another shadow crept up behind him. He looked up before his mouth started to twitch.

"I know someone who couldn't stop showing off before, however, at least tremble a bit goddamnit!" said Malik as he saw the figure above him moved forward. The only things fluttering from the latter were his hair and his golden patterned sarong.

"Huh.."

"Who is that?"

"What?"

The people finally noticed someone in the air that was overlooking the hundreds of ships with a crossed arms. The majestic figure was seemed to bless by the sun as they instinctively enthralled by the view. Their knees slowly descended down to the floor as if the figure above was a being above them. Whether they were humans or demi-humans, they all shared the same feeling.

"Hurry and retrieve the prince!"

The shout came from the ship that docked at the port before a hundred knights immediately flew and moved in a synchronized manner to the people's fright. The demi-humans dispersed of their own volition before revealing the prince that was smiling like a maniac. 

Seeing the gruesome condition of the prince, the knights hastened and retrieve the prince successfully. They didn't even care about their fellow red armband knights that were dead at the hands of the demi-humans. 

"Sir, what do we do against the man above?" said one of the knights.

The captain took a glance above before furrowing his eyebrows, "Our mission is to retrieve the injured prince, let the higher-ups handle him, we wait for the order."

Footsteps were heard before a man from the biggest ship slowly flew from the deck. He had the same facial features as the astral Lyon destroyed before. His face turned grim as he saw a glimpse of his little brother's condition before continuing to approach the man responsible.

Soon they found themselves staring at each other. The former was glaring as if eyes could kill while the other was smirking as if nothing in this world could make him flinch. 

"You!"

"Me..." answered Lyon quickly as if it's a joke.

"Kh!" the older prince coughed out blood to which Lyon casually dodged without lifting an arm. 

"Hehehe, keep being cocky! That would be the last smile you will ever show to the world!" the older prince bellowed against the people below, "AND THAT IS FOR ALL OF YOU TRASH TRAITORS TOO!"

The demi-humans shrieked in fear but what else would the outcome be. They were ready to die in the war that Malik had told them to. Freedom against slavery, after many generations, they finally chose the former with their lives on the line.

Tuey gulped as she heard the shout before she thought, "Hmm... do people in this country love to shout?"

"Do you think it's wise to be here right in front of me?" asked Lyon with a smile.

The older prince raised one of his eyebrows before smirking against him, "Heh! You might manage to injure my soul, but you wouldn't even be standing with that bastard smile of yours after the battle."

"Bastard smile? Hahaha, do you know how ironic that is?" asked Lyon as he casually touched a taboo topic.

The people and the knights wondered what Lyon was referring to by ironic but Malik laughed his ass off. "Ha-HAHAHA! I can't believe he just casually said that!"

"Reich, are you sure you are not going to help your precious 'law'?"

The black knight clenched his fists but the voice of the old emperor kept ringing inside his head. He had to make a choice soon. He knew exactly how ridiculous the person the prince was facing now.

The prince was taken back by Lyon's words (How did he know?! Must be that toothpick old man!).

"W-what are you talking about?" asked the older prince in denial.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, I mean, it's in your blood," said Lyon before he continued, "but not Little Yoji's blood."

(Yoji! So he is the one that told him after all! That damned old man, if only mother didn't preserve him to be used as an empty symbol) thought the prince as he gritted his teeth.

"What are you yapping on about, I have not the slightest idea."

Lyon shook his head, "You can deny it all you want, but Little Yoji is not your father."

The people and the knight heard what Lyon said very clearly.

"Little Yoji, does that man referring to the emperor?"

"But, if that is true then, the third prince is not his son?"

"Shh! Stop saying anything!"

The prince heard the clattering whispers even among his own men. He glared at Lyon before opening his mouth but someone else spoke before he could utter a word.

"Enough of this slandering!"

Lyon smirked as two men flew from the same ship the third prince was on.

"Ah, that's!"

"The Second Prince and the First Prince!"

The two of them were good-looking and were pleasing to the eye of many but the face their making was that of disgust.

"You talk a lot of shit for someone with a very mediocre cultivation level," said the Second Prince who shouted earlier. Before he furrowed his eyebrows and exuded his aura to pressure Lyon down. (Heh, how about now? Still dare to maintain that cocky attitude of yours? ) thought Second Prince.

However, Lyon was as nonchalant as ever as he replied, "For someone who uses the word shit you sure like you are going to let out one."

Malik snorted his nostrils out before he laughed heartily, "Hahaha damn it!"

The Second Prince suddenly realized that veins were popping on his head as the result of exuding his aura against Lyon. Not only that it didn't work, but he was also humiliated instead.

"You!"

The First Prince immediately held the Second Prince's shoulder to prevent him from advancing. The former smiled against Lyon as he said, "You have a sharp tongue."

"Why thank you," said Lyon with open arms.

"Hehehehe, you are an amusing man," said the First Prince.

"Well sorry, I'm not interested in dudes though," said Lyon before he squinted his eyes.

"How dare you!" the Second Prince was about to claw his way against Lyon's smirk but the First Prince immediately yelled at him to stop.

The First Prince smiled and offered his right hand to the opponent, "I wish to go for a round before my whole army launched an attack."

Lyon moved his pupils down as he looked at the open hand with a smirk on his face. "Before I accept your challenge, where is Ghuaisha?"

The princes' eyebrows twitched as the Third and Second Prince glared at him.

"Why do you seek my mother?" asked the First Prince as he furrowed his eyebrows.

A beautiful woman was cultivating inside the giant ship before she heard a voice inside her mind. (Mother, this guy is looking for you) it was the voice of the First Prince.

"Hmm? I'm busy cultivating, don't bother me," said the woman before she entered deep in concentration.

(Oh c'mon, don't be so cold) Lyon's voice suddenly interfered with their conversation.

"What?!" exclaimed both mother and son at the same time.

"How did you?!" the First Prince stared at him in disbelief. 

"A simple trick, really," said Lyon as he leaned back with his arms crossed.

The woman immediately decided to go out of the room and looked above. (A man that could pull of a Godhood cultivator specialty, no, it's even more than that, not even Godhood can force their way and interfere with  mana-intermission especially if he was still a Divine Cultivator!).

(That man is dangerous! We must end him now! Kill him!) shouted the empress toward his sons via mana-intermission.

The second prince grinned, "A shame, if only you were our ally, I would still kill you! Die!"

A pack dense of mana was coagulating in his fist before it launched against Lyon's nonchalant figure. With the short distance, there was no way Lyon could dodge it in time but the attacker opened his eyes wide as he saw Lyon's gaze moved from his fist back to his face in that short amount of time.

Tuey suddenly felt a chill wind behind her before her eyes opened wide. Thousands of feathers were coming at her like a rocket before they escaped out the palace.

*flwwflwwflww

The feathers immediately moved up at a blinding speed before it rained down on all of the three princes.

*bang

All of the princes were immediately struck down as they fell like a bullet shot downward. Two of them were crashing on the cold embrace of the sea but the other one destroyed a ship before he did the same.

The empress opened her eyes wide as the pupils shrunk upon the sight of the man that was revealed behind the thousands of feathers.

"Y...Y....Yoji."