Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 5070 Unaware Of The Oriole

”Haha,” Davis laughed vainly, ”Not many can withstand my charm if I were to be serious.”

”As if!”

The handsome fatty roared, refusing to believe that anyone was more handsome and charismatic than him. He had many, many influential friends whom he could ask for help, so not many would dare to offend him. It was just that the opponents he was facing this time werenʼt Saint Riyal Mendez but the Hexadra Clan.

Everyone wanted to consolidate their power through Saint Riyal Mendezʼs advent. He was sure to become a big figure since he had the backing of the Hexadra Clan, so this time around, it could be said that he had hit a steel wall.

He was quite troubled since he rarely had any bad luck like this.

The last time he fought a major power was hundreds and thousands of years ago, but this time around, he was going to face not one but many major powers who had congregated under the righteous banner of Saint Riyal Mendez.

He had been gloomy, but seeing this masked man who kept talking nonsense and still not quivering one bit, he felt like he had gained a dependable ally.

There were not many who would go willingly with someone who was fated to meet a bad end, especially for someone they had just met.

While the handsome fatty had no idea, Davis looked in the direction of the place where the Head Guard was.

He wondered if he should head now, but felt like there was a fifty percent chance that the Celestial Transcendent was there. After all, with the recent commotion yesterday, where there was a massacre in the Sixth Bastion City, he felt the Celestial Transcendent and other forces would have gone ahead to investigate it.

Everyone mustʼve felt it was caused by him, caused by the Divine Emperor of Death.

Hence, there was unlikely to be any avatars nearby Saint Riyal Mendez, but if there was still at least one, that would still be an immense risk to take.

Davis grinned as he turned to look at the handsome fatty, ”Want to go ambush the hidden forces descending on your consortium?”

”Haha, thatʼs what Iʼm talking about.”

Handsome fatty returned the grin before patting him on the shoulder.

Davis felt his palm was heavy, totally capable of making him a meat paste in one slap. At that moment, he came to understand the true prowess of the fatty. His overarching perception allowed him to even see through the prowess of a Level Eight Primarch.

The two of them quickly left, hiding their tracks as they returned to the core city and got to the Handsome Giant Consortiumʼs headquarters.

It was a huge manor sprawled across many acres.

From this, it could be seen that the handsome fatty enjoyed a greater status and influence within the Eighth Bastion City.

ʼIf only he didnʼt offend Thousand Windblades…ʼ

Davis wondered what kind of fate had the universe planned for the handsome fatty. Surely, it wasnʼt his fault, right?

While mulling over it, Davis eventually saw a group of masked people trying to sneak into the mansion by climbing the walls. However, the formations were quite steady. The first barrier protecting the consortium was still active, fueled with crystals.

The fatty could afford to keep it running for many years in the desolate era since he was also rich.

The group that tried to sneak in moved with practiced coordination, letting one know they werenʼt formed just now. Their figures blended in the darkness even though it was broad daylight. They took advantage of the shadows created by the small branches of the Ethereal Lumina Tree.

However, they were forced to come to a stop since the barrier looked like it couldnʼt be breached. However, an expert appeared and slowly opened a crack in the barrier.

The moment the crack appeared on the translucent barrier, the surrounding runes belonging to the barrier revealed themselves and trembled faintly as though indicating the barrier was unstable. Ripples spread across the formation like disturbed water.

The expert maintaining the opening had both palms pressed against the barrier. Strange silver lines flowed from his fingertips, weaving into the formation patterns without destroying them. Instead of forcefully breaking through, the expert appeared to be temporarily altering the circulation of the energy veins inside the defensive formation itself.

Davis narrowed his eyes beneath the crow mask.

The handsome fatty took out the formation core that was flashing and looked stupefied, ”What kind of formation breaking expert are they using? So sloppy.”

”…”

Davis didnʼt say anything.

Eventually, the masked intruders swiftly slipped through the crack one after another.

”Thereʼs our cue.”

The handsome fattyʼs expression turned excited as he rushed into the mansion from their hiding place. The subordinates also followed suit, their arms filled with strength and their grins widened with bloodlust. As long as they could just kill the intruders within the mansion, they hadnʼt committed any crime.

The city wouldnʼt be able to prosecute them, and the Saintʼs faction could only cry, but would they dare openly tell that they were the ones who sent assassins or hired experts to deal with the family members of the leader of the Handsome Giant Consortium?

The handsome fatty eagerly rushed in, the fat on his body still quivering without a care in the world.

Just as they dashed into the gates and entered the courtyard before turning around a split path, they saw a strange sight.

Corpses were strewn over, and standing in the middle was none other than that black-robed expert who made a hole in the formation.

”Amazing. Since youʼre here so fast, you mustʼve been hiding nearby. Good foresight.”

The handsome fatty came to a stop and looked at the person before him.

This black-robed person was hooded, and although he wasnʼt masked, his face couldnʼt be seen. Still, the fatty found this voice awfully familiar.

The handsome fatty suddenly realized something. His breath stalled as he realized that this person was the black-robed person he had met in an abandoned corner of the Crimson Lotus Pavilion. However, that wasnʼt why he held his breath, because he could sense this person was a Primarch he couldnʼt fathom. He couldnʼt get a read on him even as he swept his soul sense over him.

Those who are capable of that were either wearing some kind of Legacy Artifact of the Peak-Level Exalt Grade or someone who was powerful as a Peak-Level Primarch.

Sure, he was also a Peak-Level Primarch. However, what the upper cultivator world considered a true definition of Peak-Level Primarch is that it extends all the way from the peak of Level Nine Primarch Stage to all the way to the layer limit, which consists of nearly seven or eight levels of difference, which is enough to be considered two minor stages just by itself.

This wasnʼt a gap that could be filled easily since an Exalt or a Primarch would be hard-pressed to even have one level of battle prowess. Just one level of the gap made the difference between heaven and earth.

The handsome fatty instinctively knew he might not be a match for this black-robed person before him. He stopped his subordinates from moving ahead with a wave of his hand and asked coldly.

”What do you want?”

”Nothing from you, really.” The black-robed person responded nonchalantly, ”I donʼt really care what happens to you either, but moving against oneʼs family really makes one feel sick. Oh well, since youʼre here, I hope you can protect your family and yourself. I donʼt wish to interfere in anyoneʼs life as long as everything moves as the universe dictates and heavenʼs wills. Iʼll be leaving then.”

The black-robed person shrugged before walking towards them.

The handsome fattyʼs subordinates took out their weapons, but as the black-robed person started getting closer, they could sense a heavy pressure weighing on them. It was as though the weight of ten thousand mountains was placed on them, making their knees nearly bend.

The black-robed person was eventually able to walk past them.

However, the handsome fatty quickly turned back and roared.

”Donʼt think you can come inside my home and leave just like that!”

However, just as he turned around, he saw that the black-robed person was no longer there. Instead, Primarch Stage undulations brimmed from the crack in the barrier as more intruders entered.

”Huh? We just entered! Actually, what are you doing here?”

Responded one of the Primarchs.

As soon as he saw the handsome fatty, he turned around and fled.

It seems like he knew he would not be a match for the handsome fatty.

However, the formation suddenly closed, leaving the intruders inside.

”What the…”

The intruders were dumbfounded, realizing that the formation master had probably been killed by the fatty inside. Their expressions churned before they turned to look at the handsome fatty, appearing to make their last stand.

The handsome fatty quickly did a mental calculation of his surroundings and noticed that Dragon had gone missing at some unknown point. The corpses also didnʼt match the number of assailants who entered. Then, there were a total of eight Primarchs, five at the Level Three Primarch Stage and two at the Level Five Primarch Stage. The last one appeared to be a Level Seven Primarch, the person who responded to him.

The fatty recognized this masked person, since they were acquainted and recognized his voice.

”Dordu, you backstabber! Get over here!”