Divine Emperor of Death
Chapter 5098: The Saint Enters The City Lord Manor

"Hahaha, what a good reception!"

A man clad in a robe that blended hues of celestial blue and pure white exuded a welcoming and affable aura that drew people in effortlessly. His laughter was soft and pleasant to hear.

Behind him, there was a myriad of people who exuded a powerful aura, as well as protectors who stood behind him to protect him.

Nonetheless, his midnight blue robes were accented with delicate patterns that seemed to shimmer when caught in the light, adding an otherworldly charm to his attire. His demeanor was approachable, emanating a warmth that instantly put others at ease.

"What? The City Lord wants the Saint's entourage to enter by themselves?"

Thousand Windblades grabbed his head filled with white hair, appearing shocked, "What's more? With only a few members?"

"The Saint has decided to grace the City Lord with his presence. What audacity to be uttering such a thing!"

"…"

City Commander Yigan narrowed his brows with some hesitation.

"Haha, it's not a problem- not a problem," Saint Riyal Mendez waved his hand casually.

He turned to look back and smiled, "Everyone, while I appreciate your esteemed selves for following me, the City Lord Manor can't accept so many of us at a time. If I weren't here, this might be taken as a rebellion instead, so please give me face and occupy the inns around this area. The tab is on me."

"Hahaha! Saint Riyal is too kind. We don't dare take advantage of your kindness."

"See that? One must be as generous as the Saint. Otherwise, it's a waste to be born as a man."

His behavior instantly earned praise from the surroundings, everyone nodding like they were dolls strung to some puppeteer.

"Thank you all~" Saint Riyal Mendez cupped his hands twice at them, "I'll only be taking a few people with me, but don't mind the order. There isn't any meaning behind it, as you are all my valuable allies."

"No problem."

"Take care~"

Elders or youths, men or women, hundreds of people cupped their hands to him with a warm gaze as they sent him off.

Saint Riyal Mendez waved his hand goodbye before he turned around and headed up with City Commander Yigan and Head Guard Rowen.

Thousand Windblades came forward and whispered to him, "Head Guard, what the hell are you doing here? Didn't I- the Saint order you to find that fatty no matter what?"

Head Guard Rowen cast a cold glance at him, "Hmph, my sources say he escaped. What more can I do when he's no longer in the city, and the city is closed?"

"…" Thousand Windblades opened his mouth, about to go off, but his shoulder was slapped.

"Hey, don't be rude to the Head Guard."

Saint Riyal Mendez smiled at Head Guard Rowen, "Don't worry about this matter. Chasing him out of the city is already good since we just needed someone to show our force, but did you see that?"

He turned around and waved his hand, causing cheers to erupt.

"It seemed like there wasn't a need for that, no?" He returned his gaze to them and asked with a proud smile.

Head Guard Rowen and City Commander Yigan looked at each other.

Certainly, a Saint didn't need to put up a show of force if everyone in the city wanted to befriend him.

Indeed, even Saint Riyal Mendez didn't expect his adventure to go smoothly. It had been a long time since he had experienced such a good reputation, considering he preferred to stay inside the Dragon Alliance back in the First Haven World.

"Still," Thousand Windblades looked dissatisfied, "That damned fatty insulted me. I want his hea-"

*Pow!~*

Saint Riyal Mendez abruptly waved his hand, slapping Thousand Windblades.

It caused Thousand Windblades to be stunned before he saw the other party stare at him and point towards Head Guard Rowen.

"Apologize to him, now!"

They had just boarded the elevator and were going up, so people outside hadn't seen this scene, but the slap was still resounding on the enclosed wooden platform, leaving everyone speechless.

The Saint had slapped a Level One Primarch.

Thousand Windblades held his face in disbelief before he glared at Saint Riyal Mendez. When had he, a Lower Realm's ruler, ever faced such humiliation? Even after he escaped from the Verdant Vale Lower Realm, he had thoroughly concealed himself and had only revealed himself after he became a Primarch.

Who would dare to bully him?

But now, even the person whom he decided to follow had slapped him in front of everyone.

Suddenly, he felt the air around him turn cold.

As many as three senses locked onto him simultaneously.

Two of them were even standing right beside the Saint, their visage powerful as they towered over like giants.

If he were to even make the slightest funny movement, then he might survive past this day.

He forcefully suppressed his hatred and smiled forcefully, "Alright."

He turned to look at Head Guard Rowen and bowed, "Junior Thousand Windblades apologizes with all his heart. Please forgive my transgressions."

He said in a formal tone, making it clear that he was the junior.

"Haha," Head Guard Rowen laughed embarrassedly, but had a satisfied look on his face as he cupped his hands towards Saint Riyal Mendez.

"It's not a problem. Everything is good. Saint Riyal is indeed a man of honor and respect. It was my inability which made a bit of discomfort between us, but there's no need to worry. I will follow the fatty's trail and report to you soon."

"No need, no need." Saint Riyal Mendez waved his hands with a casual smile.

"That won't do. We must teach him a lesson."

A young blue-haired man in a black-white robe sneered, "If people find out that someone doesn't respect all of our powers including my Abyssal Radiance Empire, then we'd become a laughingstock. I have no grievance with this so-called fatty, but since he offended one of us, he should die."

"Crown Prince," A man with gray hair clad in a white robe smirked, "We're part of the Saint's entourage. Surely, we can't be that overbearing?"

"You don't understand." The crown prince shook his head, "Whether we're going to be seen as an alliance or not depends on how we react to the troubles we face and if we don't react wisely- like crushing our opponents, then-"

"The alliance will collapse, and the one suffering will none other than be the Saint, so we must let other people know that no one should dare to think of offending us."

A black-robed, crimson-haired man finished the statement, causing the crown prince to laugh.

"That's right. Although you two are from that space, you're not bad. I look forward to exchanging pointers."

"It's our honor,"

Both of them cupped their hands respectfully.

At that moment, the elevator finally arrived, and the doors opened.

In front of them, a Steward made a welcoming gesture, and rows of maids were standing on the side, looking absolutely welcoming despite the mockery at the entrance.

However, a white-haired man in a purple robe stood in front of them, his form tall and his aura stern. He had his chin slightly high as though he looked down upon them, but when he saw them, there was a flicker in his eyes as though he had seen something interesting.

'Well, well, would you look at that. On top of Thousand Windblades, even Girias and Harmon of the Candidacy are here to get killed by me? I must be truly blessed to have City Lord Kain's fate.'

However, his gaze quickly moved to the Primarch-level experts in the entourage.

There were as many as ten or so Primarch Stage experts in his senses, making him narrow his brows. They were all powerful, likely people have joined the Saint's new alliance.

"I told you to bring only a select few members into my palace, but you dared to bring two dozen people? And nearly half are Late Stage Primarchs? Are you people trying to rebel!?"

Davis instantly revealed his aura as his undulations burst out.

However, what people sensed was not Level Three Empyrean aura but Level Eight Exalt aura with a dense pressure, thoroughly cowing them.

"Impudent!"

The tall Primarch bodyguards tried to protect the Saint, but their legs quickly sank, making them stand on one knee. However, they looked confused since the perception was experiencing one thing but their body was saying another.

The other party's aura was surely a Level Eight Exalt's aura and carried an insurmountable pressure, but why did their bodies not feel heavy? Why did their souls not feel suppressed?

The others also had the same doubt.

"Quick, apologize to the City Lord."

Thousand Windblades said, quickly adapting to his new role to not offend anyone of high status by using the Saint's name.

Only then did everyone realize that the City Lord was only putting up a show to hold his head high in front of them and proceeded to casually apologize for bringing in over twenty people.

On the other hand, Davis blinked.

'It also works like this…?'

He suppressed his soul powers and only unleashed the utmost base prowess of his cultivation, which made him equal to a Level Six Exalt, but these people thought that he was making it easier on them instead of picking a fight with him?

He wanted to use this opportunity to at least get rid of Thousand Windblades so he could have fun torturing Girias and Harmon for how they tried to hunt his wives in the Candidacy, but it seems like he must wait. If he didn't have control over his Will, he might've even revealed killing intent against them, which would've made this meeting difficult.

Still, he didn't want to allow certain matters to go beyond his control.

"Who!?"

Just as Saint Riyal Mendez and the others entered the reception hall and were going to greet, the City Lord took out a formation plate carrying the insignia of the city, a stylized tree above a hexagonal border, which represented the Ethereal Lumina Tree and the Six-Headed Hydra Realm.

A shadow above the elevator shaft flickered, and the aura of Level Nine Primarch became obvious as the killing formation locked onto him!

"Wait-! Wait, wait!"

"That's the hidden protector!"

Saint Riyal Mendez and the others quickly shouted, causing Davis to come to a stop. However, he didn't deactivate the killing formation, making the others' scalps turn numb.

"Get that hidden protector out of here, or I'll have them crushed by the killing formation."

He growled, looking as though giving a warning but waited for someone to say 'impudent' to activate the formation!

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