Divine Emperor of Death Chapter 1914: Fierce Zestria

Chapter 1914: Fierce Zestria

Zestria reached out her hand and grabbed the Emperor Sword Sect disciple’s neck with her frail hands, but what she did next shocked every person watching the battle.

She held him at arm’s length and plunged towards the ground, and forcefully shoved his head right into the concrete layer of the battle stage.

*Bang!~*

The expressions of everyone became nasty as they couldn’t believe Zestria’s actions, especially when they heard that savage sound of the tiles cracking into bits as they only saw the body hanging outside, those legs of his twitching as though he was a chicken that had its head cut off.

They had heard the Dragon Queen of the Domitian Family was fierce yet lady-like, yet what part of this was lady-like... they couldn’t understand.

Nevertheless, her subsequent actions left them sucking in a freezing breath of cold air.

Once the Emperor Sword Sect’s disciple became motionless as his head was stuck underneath the hard concrete ground that even energy attacks couldn’t penetrate, Zestria pulled back her long leg as her skirt broadened, looking as though she was going to kick a sacred location that no man wanted to be kicked.

’Wait... I didn’t mean that kind of crippling...’

Even Davis gulped as he saw her actions but then, when her leg swung in a wide arc, the sharp edge of her foot crashed into the Emperor Sword Sect’s abdomen, her kick sending him flying as blood spurted out of his mouth in copious amounts, leaving stains all over his flying trajectory.

He hit the surface and thrashed, rolling over numerous times before he came to a stop, holding his stomach in disbelief as he took heavy breaths.

His face was a bit disfigured with wounds all over, and his golden robes appeared battered, no longer making him appear as grand as before. However, what people saw left them gasping for breath again.

"Ahhhh...! What did I ever do to you!?"

A mournful voice full of hatred abruptly echoed in the New Era Battle Arena, shaking the eardrums of the people as they cast him a pitying gaze.

Everyone could tell that the Emperor Sword Sect’s disciple was crippled as they could clearly see his essence energy fading into the air.

"Is calling me a slave not enough for you to die?" Zestria’s voice was cold, "I was merciful enough to only teach you a lesson, but it was merely your dantian that was unable to withstand my ordinary kick infused with essence energy. I’ll have you know that I didn’t even use a technique to humiliate you, yet you dare blame me for your own inadequacies?"

"Insolent! You lowly slave dared to use your Body Tempering Cultivation that’s at the Martial Overlord Stage! Arbitrators! Disqualify her!!!"

Zestria’s eyes sharply narrowed at the Emperor Sword Sect disciple’s screeching. Before, there was no killing intent, but now, her gaze was stifled with it.

"As I said before..."

Zestria slowly flew towards him while having her head lowered, but her gaze was sharply fixed at his crouching figure.

"I have lowered my Body Tempering Cultivation, and that includes my natural bodily strength and endurance. If I had flouted, many people would instantly come to know of it, and what you would’ve lost wouldn’t merely be your dantian but your entire body as it would’ve exploded into a bloody mess."

The Emperor Sword Sect’s disciple scalp turned numb that he lifted up his hand and shook.

"Wait... I surrender...!"

"You’ll have to pay for using that insolent mouth of yours!"

Zestria spontaneously rushed towards the Emperor Sword Sect disciple. However, an invincible force grabbed him and threw him out of the battle stage, causing him to be secured by his Emperor Sword Sect Elders.

There were two elders, and they had their eyes closed as though they were blind. However, they were clearly looking at Zestria while holding their disciple’s shoulders with only a barrier separating the two parties.

"Young woman, don’t go too far."

"This competition isn’t a life and death battle."

"Is that so?" Zestria indifferently replied to their monologues before she turned around and headed towards her last target.

"Wait...! I surrender too!"

The surviving twin felt his scalp turn numb as he watched the ruthless woman approaching him. He didn’t want to face her wrath, nor did he want to have his dantian crippled.

"Unfortunately, you can’t give up without becoming injured, and self-injuries aren’t allowed..."

Zestria’s cold voice echoed, causing the surviving twin to shudder. He wanted to so much as kneel and beg as he knew for a fact that this woman’s power had reached the peak of Mid-Level Law Rune Stage.

That meant her Vast Sea was above eighty kilometers at the very least.

On the other hand, Zestria’s indifference didn’t assure the elders of the Emperor Sword Sect one bit. It was as though she would definitely take it to someone above her, which could only be the Emperor of Death.

They swiftly flew back to their seating area with their crippled disciple. As for their emotions, there wasn’t the least bit of sympathy in their eyes but blame for getting them into this mess.

Even though he only had himself to blame for mocking Zestria, was it wise for him to pull the entire sect into it by making the troubles bigger? They only had the urge to rip him to pieces!

Zestria appeared in front of her last opponent. Beyond her veil, there stayed an indifferent smile, and above it, her fiery eyes appeared as though pondering how she was going to have fun toying with her opponent.

"You’re a man, right? At least fight until you get injured."

"Tch...!"

The twin looked mortified.

He had always relied on his other twin, which was also why he defended his twin rather than attacking Zestria. But once his significant other left the battle stage through conceding, the only emotion brewing within him was a sense of powerlessness, but now, he was having his manliness brought into question!

"Ahhh...!"

Screaming atop of his lungs as though deriving courage from the bottom of his guts, his fist moved towards Zestria, but a spontaneous burst of blazing essence energy from her set him ablaze with crimson-gold dragon flames!

"Yiahhhh!!! Brother, save me...! This hurts...! I surrender, I surrender...!"

He jumped and spun in the air, looking as though he wanted to use the ordinary flow of wind and his wind energy in reverse to eradicate her dragon flames, but it was no use as its destructive might quickly devoured through everything in its way, including his wind martial energy and soul force that wasn’t worth mentioning.

Now he knew how his twin felt while being burned alive, but he knew this was going to happen, and that’s why he didn’t dare challenge her but now...

He felt this torture last for a century before he was pulled out of the battle stage.

"..."

The crowd looked absolutely dumbfounded.

They couldn’t believe she was the Domitian Family’s Dragon Queen that was actually delivered to the Emperor of Death as a slave.

It didn’t seem like she lost her self-respect or her pride? What was going on?

They had now heard the rumors that Zestria’s law sea is sixty kilometers big, but this power... her power only grew more? Even if she became the Emperor of Death’s woman, this kind of improvement shouldn’t be possible in a short while, right?

Meanwhile, Davis couldn’t believe that such a fiery woman had been so submissive in the bed. He recognized that looks could be deceiving but recalled Bylai Zlatan’s statement about Zestria; it seemed like she was regaining her prideful self after being betrayed by her Domitian Family.

Indeed, being portrayed as a slave and being delivered to him stripped her of her pride, but his actions of accepting her after making intense love ended up boosting her pride more than it ever was when she was in the Domitian Family because Davis’s might was bigger and more influential than the Domitian Family.