Worldly Overlord

Seeing the woman, an unfathomable strong killing intent radiated from Devon. The whole surrounding fell into an icy coldness. It was as though death itself had manifested in the surrounding.

The air vanished and in the face of Devon's killing intent, it felt like a volcano was about to erupt, and the world was about to end.

The woman smiled, it was as if she was already used to the suffocating intent around Devon, as she walked to his front.

She ignored the killing intent, which thousand of people would crumble before too. She then caressed his left cheek gently. The woman had the doting look of a mother on her face as she stared at Devon.

Her hands were magical as the fake appearance Devon had on him was removed instantly, and his magnificent appearance was revealed.

The woman nodded her head as she saw Devon's true appearance, one could say that she was very pleased with what she saw..

"Is this how to greet your auntie after so many years of not seeing her." the woman said.

The killing intent around Devon didn't change a bit. However, he spoke, "You're not my aunt and even if you were, I don't have to greet you."

Devon's words brought a frown on the woman's face, she then removed her hand away from Devon's face and spoke to him in a very chilling tone.

"I don't care if you greet me or not, but your anger is on me, not on my people or my inn. I'm sparing you just because you're my nephew, if it was any other person, I would have shredded them into pieces."

"If something like this happens again, nephew, I'm going to kill you."

The former woman who gazed at Devon dotingly seemed to have undergone a huge change within a few minutes, as each word she said was full of death intent.

And that wasn't all, her words were soul words attack. It wasn't as simple as it appeared to be, considering how each word seemed to be able of strangling one's soul, affecting a person's state of mind.

She wasn't aware that there was a terrifying existence inside Devon's body that made all soul attack completely useless on him.

Nevertheless, she was impressed, seeing that her soul words attack did not affect Devon, she knew he hadn't gotten only stronger in his cultivation realm but also in his soul stage.

"Next time don't you dare try this childish stunt with me or else I'll make you pay."

Devon chuckled, this wasn't the first time or second time she was threatening him, he had already gotten used to all her threats since his childhood.

If he wasn't scared of her during those tough days, then why should he be afraid of her now. Especially now that he wasn't that weak little brat that could be bullied any time of the day.

"Humph, I'm going to do whatever I want to do, and trust me auntie when I say this, you won't be able to stop me even if I want to erase this inn from the surface of the world."

Devon tightened his grip on the black sword, it was as though he would attack anytime soon.

The woman seemed perplexed, as she wondered where his confidence stemmed from, "What do you want?" she asked. The same way Devon didn't want to be around her was the same way she felt about him.

They both despised each other to the core.

"I need your help," Devon said, in a very serious voice.

The woman stared at Devon for a while, before slightly nodding her head at him. She knew this had to be something very important as if it wasn't, this stubborn nephew of hers would never come to her.

She had to be the last person on his list, it was only when he had no other place to go to would he turn to her. And sometimes he would even prefer to suffer silently than to ask her for help.

That was how terrible the relationship between the two of them was.

She clapped her hand three times and the injured members who were on the ground rose with all the injuries on their bodies already gone.

The two cloaked men who were almost killed by Devon and the black sword were revitalized.

They were at the peak of their lives once again.

Truthfully, the two weren't the only ones who experienced those changes, the others who got beaten on the third floor were also revitalized. The only people who couldn't be saved were those two ladies, Devon ripped their heads off.

They had left the land of the living and stepped into the land of the dead, so there was no way to save them.

Apart from them, the rest were perfectly okay at the moment.

The cloaked men were excited that the owner of the inn was here, they believed that the ruthless owner of the inn won't spare this person for causing so much damage in the inn. It was until they heard the conversation between the two of them did they know nothing was like it was going to happen.

They could tell that the hate the madam and this mysterious person had for one another was extreme to the core, and only by one of them dying could their difference be resolved.

Even though there was a suffocating aura spreading out of the two of them body and their intense hatred for one another, they didn't seem to want to kill each other.

After performing those stunts, the woman had a proud look on her face as she stared at Devon. "Let's go."

Even before Devon could refuse her touch, she had grabbed him and disappeared away from the scene.

"Don't say a word till I tell you to do so.

There's someone in this place, who hates you even more than I do." The woman said as they appeared in a hallway.

Devon shrugged his shoulder at her words, from childhood to adulthood he had heard things like this and had become tired of it.

They all hated the blood he had running inside him and hated him for being Clifford's successor. However, regardless of how much hatred they had for him, there didn't dare touch even a single hair on his body.

This was because he had someone like Clifford as his father. As Clifford would say, even if the wrath of the heavens befalls the world, it wouldn't dare appear anywhere close to you.

Not to mention these fools.

When Devon was still young, those words were a complete riddle to him, however, the more power he had, the more Clifford's words became clearer to him.

"Follow me." the woman said while walking towards one of the doors in the hallway.

To be frank, there wasn't anything special about the hallway, except the fact that It had several doors.

Devon stared at the back view of his aunt, as the swaying of her body was definitely ten thousand times more attractive than the voluptuous beauty from before. Devon stared at her as he followed her.

For someone at the high realm, Melissa had attained, she was aware that the curves of her hips and waist were on display. And this nephew of hers was staring at her with eyes full of lust.

A frown appeared on her face, she found it very disturbing as they had at least a quarter of the same blood flowing through them, so how would her nephew have this feeling towards her.

Devon burst out laughing, he knew the kind of person Melissa was and also knew that she would be greatly disturbed by this side of him.

Nevertheless, he continued staring at her. He couldn't kill her and even if he could, because of the relationship she had with his mother, he would spare her.

So, the most he could do was make her frustrated and feel guilty.

After walking for about ten minutes, they had finally reached where they were going as Melissa pushed the door open and stepped inside.

This wasn't any ordinary place but instead, it was Melissa's room.

As soon as both of them entered inside, Melissa glared at Devon, "How dare you have such feelings towards me..... Are you insane?" Melissa roared at Devon.

"If you ever such a look in your eyes, I'm going to forget that you're my nephew and I will kill you immediately," Melissa said, and the look on her face meant she wasn't joking.

Devon sneered, he stared at her from head to toe, licking his lips at her. A spear appeared on Melissa's hand after Devon disobeyed her and stared at her body with eyes full of lust.

"Hahahahaha.... You think of yourself too highly, Melissa, even if you give me a chance, I wouldn't sleep with someone like you." Devon said.

Melissa shooked her head at him, she walked towards the bed and sat on it. Her waist and hips folded into a sexy posture, as she stared at her Devon, who had his hands folded across his chest.

"What do you need my help with?" Melissa asked.