Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 1700 - Sacrificial Tributes

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 Turns out it was the truth, but outdated again.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.

Both Zeramus Domitian and Hazen Zlatan's expressions turned ugly as they received the brunt of all her mighty aura. They took two, three steps back in retreat before they raised their hands in surrender.

"Wait…! We understand! We won't request anymore!"

"Please forgive us!"

The two of them echoed while the ones holding the palanquin looked as if they were going to faint from the sheer pressure, their faces turning pale miserably while their legs appeared to be shaky and wobbly. They were none other than the new powerhouses of their two families. After all, Davis pretty much killed every Low-Level and Mid-Level Ninth Stage Powerhouse in their families with Fallen Heaven.

Billions of people were watching the projections worldwide except the sealed lands of the spirits, appearing shocked to see the miserable state of the two remaining Dragon Families.

Even their hearts became frail as they felt like they were the ones being suppressed at this moment as it was crystal clear on the projection of how both the Grand Elders of the Dragon Families looked terrified of Earth Dragon Queen's prowess.

It made them understand how Earth Dragon Queen, whom the Dragon Families tried to bully, had gone few steps ahead and surpassed them.

It wasn't the Emperor of Death alone, but how…!?

Even now, they truly couldn't understand how power could rise up from nowhere in this decade?

Was this the power of Immortal Inheritances?

The ones who thought of the matter in this manner had their eyes burn with greed and jealously while the others were purely awed by the birth of the true Dragon Queen.

"Hmph!'

Isabella took back her aura as she flicked her sleeves, turning around to return to her position, but she stopped and looked back at the two Grand Elders.

"Since we killed your Patriarchs, Grand Elders, and hundreds of Ninth Stage Powerhouses, I had considered it a steep price paid and let you go with your mere Dragon Queens for the great number of offenses your two families committed against me. Since you don't appreciate our kindness and are greedy enough for more, kneel and slap yourselves ten times."

"…!"

Hazen Zlatan and Zeramus Domitian's expression turned a bit unsightly.

They had tried to diffuse the situation as much as possible while knowing that they could possibly offend them again, but as expected, what they feared happened.

Hazen Zlatan particularly felt terrible. Even now, he somehow wanted to be the man who saved their Dragon Queen Bylai Zlatan and possibly court her, but now, the pain in his heart was tremendous, making him feel like he was cuckolded without even making a relationship with Bylai Zlatan first.

Zeramus Domitian also had similar thoughts, and considering that he was the only Grand Elder left, he was practically the ruler of the Domitian Family at this moment, making it so that his family's Dragon Queen belonged to him more or less.

He even used its resources to reach the Peak-Level Martial Overlord Stage, becoming the Patriarch, but even then, he felt suppressed in front of the Earth Dragon Queen, making him finally understand why his Patriarch fell to the dual attack of Earth Dragon Queen and the wicked wolf.

"What's wrong? Still not going to kneel?"

Isabella turned around to them, her wide eyes glancing at them with killing intent brewing in her eyes.

"Ugh…"

Hazen Zlatan's expression trembled.

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!