Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 1712 - Public Execution?

Davis and Isabella flew with the mumbling Ragnar Zlatan in tow. They did not return to their home but arrived back at the Zlatan Familyʼs Golden City, looking down at them.

By this time, the Mandate Emperor and Karmic Guardian Emperor seemed to have left from the place, leaving the people from the Zlatan Family vulnerable to external attacks. Only the inactivated defensive formation remained, and although it would defend them from most attacks, they would become nothing but empty husks as they seclude themselves in their city.

Fortunately, the enslavement itself was some kind of magic that made the opportunists stay their hands from targeting them. After all, if they had become slaves of the Emperor of Deathʼs wife, an inheritor of an Immortal Inheritance, who would dare touch their property? Unless they wanted to become an example like them, the current Zlatan Family?

The people of the Zlatan Family were aware of this, but they were still in a state of stupor, reeling in the disbelief of being bound in slavery, but at this moment when they sensed oppressive undulations of another dragon descend on them, their blood boiled as they raised their chin to gaze upwards, their pupils dilating in shock as they saw Ragnar Zlatan captured alive, although his arms seem to be crushed.

Isabella waved her hand, and a motionless body appeared in the air as it plunged towards the ground. Everyone looked at the falling body with eyes full of disbelief as they followed its motion towards the ground.

*Bang!~*

The body hit the ground but refused to break.. Not even a single bone fractured when dropped from a thousand-meter-high altitude, but the blood did begin to leak from his head.

”Grand Elder... Miron Zlatan...?”

Someone spoke as they saw the corpseʼs face, staggering back in the process as they fell on their butt.

Davis and Isabella also descended, floating a bit away from that corpse as they held Ragnar Zlatan imprisoned. The people could see thick fear flow in his golden eyes. They didnʼt know what the Emperor of Death couldʼve done to him to make their overbearing Grand Elder experience this kind of fear, but once they remembered how he escaped, their expression that was full of sympathy became one of ruthlessness.

They were left to die while this Grand Elder escaped.

How could they expect a cowardly person not to fear?

At this moment, the true slaves, the twenty-two young powerhouses who were around no more than three hundred years old, arrived before Isabella as they went on one knee, signifying their loyalty to her. It was unknown what they talked about, but it seemed like they came to an agreement to serve her with the way they behaved, unabashed to kneel to her anymore.

Isabella turned to look at the two youths she spoke to before.

”Name?”

”My name is Klade Zlatan.”

”Similarly, Lezella Zlatan.”

The young man and the young woman spoke as they stood up from the rest of the slaves, singling themselves out.

Isabella raised her hand and pointed at the immobile Ragnar Zlatan.

”Lezella, stab his lower dantian...”

”Eh...?”

The young woman, whose golden hair was bright as a golden lotus, swayed in the wind as she looked shocked.

”If you said that you didnʼt hear me, I will kill you.”

Isabella coldly spoke, causing Lezella to shudder. However, that shudder lasted only for a few moments before she took out a silver spear from her spatial ring and held it against Ragnar Zlatan, pointing towards his lower dantian.

She neared him slowly when she heard her Grand Elder speak.

”Donʼt...! You canʼt! Iʼm your Grand Elder!”

Lezella stopped in front of him. Clenching her teeth, she cried as her lips moved.

”Then why did you abandon us...?”

”That is...”

*Puchi!~*

Ragnar Zlatanʼs eyes widened into two wide saucers as he glanced at Lezella stab right into his lower dantian with all her power, the spearʼs end piercing through his abdomen, all the way until it pierced out of his back.

*Bzzz!~*

Ragnar Zlatanʼs body began to inevitably shudder as he could feel his essence energy rapidly leak from his body. A wave of dizziness swept through his body from the sheer pain of losing his dantian at this moment, but he dared not let himself lose consciousness as he clenched his teeth.

Lezella Zlatan didnʼt take back her spear but left it as it is as she went on one knee, turning towards Isabella.

”Mistress, I completed the task you gave me.”

”...!?”

The people were in deep shock over her actions.

”Little bitch! Youʼre a traitor of my Zlatan Family!!!”

Ragnar Zlatan screamed out at this moment, looking extremely reluctant and frustrated. He had just lost his Essence Gathering Cultivation, so many could sympathize with him, but their eyes were just devoid of kindness because they all knew that they were abandoned.

Lezella Zlatan shuddered from hearing his words, but she clenched her fists in enduring.

Traitor? So what?

They were already slaves that they had no choice but to follow Earth Dragon Queenʼs words. Otherwise, even if they lose their lives, the entire family would be exterminated. She didnʼt want to be the reason for that.

”Traitor?” Isabellaʼs lips curved, ”For a fool like you who robbed the higher grade treasures along with your brother Miron Zlatan, I believe you were the traitors.”

”...!?”

Everyone swiveled their heads to look at Ragnar Zlatan. The little bit of sympathy left in their eyes completely disappeared, replaced with hatred!

Now, how were they supposed to grow!? Wouldnʼt their growth and hope towards the future be severely impeded!?

The young powerhouses were trembling with anger and hate visible on their faces, and Isabella, who saw this scene, nodded in satisfaction. She had been thinking about how to torture and humiliate the Zlatan Family that she couldnʼt find a better way than to let his own family strip him of his cultivation.

”Klade Zlatan, cripple his middle dantian...”

She spoke in a commanding tone while deriving joy from taking revenge in this manner.

”Yes!”

The moment he received the command, Klade Zlatan pounced on Ragnar Zlatan as he took action with no amount of hesitation, his mind clouded by rage and hatred at this moment.

”No...!”

Ragnar Zlatanʼs scalp turned numb as he began to struggle but couldnʼt even move a little from the paralyzing poison already taken over his body. His lips quivered as he saw a blood-red spear appear in the hands of Klade Zlatan before it was thrust right towards his chest.

*Puchi!~*

Blood splattered as it cut all the way to the back like Lezellaʼs silver spear.

The next moment, Ragnar Zlatan spat a mouthful of blood as he heavily swayed. His eyes were wide, but it was dull, his pupils severely trembling. He could feel both his essence and martial energy disappear from his body that within an hour or two, he knew that he would completely return his mortal state, shrivel, and die, although his soul would be still alive since he was at the King Soul Stage.

”Is this what people call resilience of the cowardly?” Isabella couldnʼt help but giggle in satisfaction, ”Your fear of death is off the charts, but you know that you canʼt afford to faint...”

Davis weaved hand signs at this moment before he created a peculiar inscription in mid-air. It shone with a blue light as it gained the recognition of heaven and earth energy before it shot towards Ragnar Zlatan, piercing his forehead and entering his soul sea.

The speck of blue light began to glow and cast a layer of thin light, a barrier around his soul sea, making Ragnar Zlatan further fall into despair as he felt that he couldnʼt get his soul out of his soul sea anymore!

”Spirit Formation: Soul Sea Net.”

Davis spoke out the techniqueʼs name, making it clear for everyone to know what had happened more or less. Isabellaʼs lips curved as she moved her hand. The two spears that were stuck on Ragnar Zlatanʼs body trembled before they pierced out and made their way to Klade Zlatan and Lezella Zlatan.

She wondered what else to do before she thought of an idea, but looking at Ragnar Zlatanʼs twisting expression and his history with women, she instantly spoke.

”All of you... kick his lower body until he faints...”

”...!?”

Everyone couldnʼt help but feel flabbergasted while Ragnar Zlatanʼs face became one of disbelief. Nevertheless, the young powerhouses nodded their heads. One by one, they lined up in front of Ragnar Zlatan before Klade Zlatan made the first move.

*Bang!~*

”Eeek...!”

There was a squeak and a body that went stiff from the pain. Ragnar Zlatanʼs eyes shook, looking as if it was about to roll back into his eyes. The pain he at this moment from three different locations was just too much to bear that he regretted not leaving his soul sea soon enough!