Worldly Overlord

The man on the throne's left hand was still raised, facing in the direction of the old man. The man then slightly stretched his hand forward.

*BOOM*

The red dragon which was sucked away appeared out of the man's hand, but this time around it launched itself towards the old man. Even the former destructive force it carried along with it was still present there.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!" the old man shouted, before striking a full-force punch at the attack that was directed towards him.

His fist collided with the red dragon. The force from the punch seemed to be capable of destroying the red dragon as it began pushing the dragon back.

The situation changed instantly as the red dragon went mad and increased its overall strength. Cracks began forming on the giant's fist while the ground in that surrounding began tearing up, showing how intense their battle was.

"ARGHHHHHH!!!!!" sounds of wailing resounded loudly in the room.

As the red dragon ripped apart the giant arm, then enveloping the giant body, burning it with its cosmic flame. The after effect sent the old man flying several meters away.

The red dragon stared at the old man before looking towards the man on the throne as if asking him for permission to finish what it had just started. And with a nod from the man on the throne, it dashed the old man on the ground.

The instinct of an experienced powerhouse.

Realizing another attack was coming towards its way, the old man hurriedly stood up. A huge spear then appeared in his hand, he began pouring cosmic energy towards the spear, preparing the dragon.

As soon as the dragon was close to it, the man slashed down the spear. Space itself began to twist from the deadly energy that attacks carried.

Even though the red dragon sensed fear and danger from the attack, it didn't dare retreat as it knew the man on the throne wouldn't spare it.

Just as expected, as soon as the spear and the red dragon came in contact with one another, the dragon tried resisting the force, but its effort was in vain. And a few seconds later, the red dragon stumbled down to the ground.

While the huge spear began to develop several cracks till it finally exploded, causing another severe injury to the epic grade Demon.

The old man glared at the man on the throne, but he was awfully shocked at how powerful the man was. He could even absorb and repel one's attack.

"That attack of yours wasn't half bad, considering how it left you in this shape." The man on the throne mocked the old man's appearance.

One of the huge goat horn on his forehead had bent backward, while the other had some of it length cut off. His left hand was completely gone, the claws he was proud of had gone, and only two fingers were left in his right hand.

The wings on his back were broken, part of his skin was beginning to peel off and both eyes were swollen. They were like a duck egg. Even his previous demonic aura had vanished away.

Frankly, a mid-grade Demon should be capable of ripping him apart at the moment.

The black emblem in his body began trembling as if it had met a terrifying for. It flew away from the old man's body to the left hand of the man seating on the throne.

"Black emblem... This must be one of the treasures you got from that mysterious being." The man on the throne stared at the emblem in his hand.

"What other thing do you have?" the man said, looking at the giant with interest.

The old man's body shook heavily, and he returned to his original appearance. All the treasure he possessed flew out of his body one after the other, with each of them going towards the man on the throne in direction.

Seeing how all the treasure he acquired with his strength been taken away completely crushed his spirit. Now he understood how the weak felt.

Then all the treasures completely laid themselves on the ground. As they displayed one another. However, the man gazed at all of them and shook his head.

"None of them is as good as the emblem." He said in a disappointing tone.

The man on the throne waved his hand and all the treasure that was on the ground exploded. "I'm interested in this emblem, do you mind lending it to me," he stated.

The emblem was indeed the best out of all the other treasures which were on the ground earlier. It was capable of increasing the power or growth of any item or being. It could be treasures, artifacts, herbs even humans and demons could have some significant upgrade.

However, the emblem would take away a considerable amount of the owner's lifespan in return to grant the owner the upgrade it wants. Also, the amount of life span the emblem was given would determine the upgrade of the goods.

If following the artifact's rank order, then the emblem would definitely be a rank 9 artifact.

He had obtained the emblem from the mysterious being when he was sent on a mission to kill the pope of the underground world.

"Take it." If glares could kill, then that man would have died millions of times.

"Is that how to lend a colleague an item." The old man stumbled straight to the ground in a kneeling position. Just some words had made an epic grade Demon go on his knees.

"I would have ended your miserable life now, but I received orders not to kill you from an important someone. So, I won't." The man on the throne said with his eyes still glued to the emblem.

"You might think you're powerful, but before that person, you will realize there isn't much difference between the both of us." A blade appeared on the old man's hand. He sliced his neck with it instantly.

His action made the man on the throne chuckle, he knew what was going to happen, and of course, if he wanted to stop it from happening he could, but he didn't.

"I didn't kill him." The man laughed and for the first time, the look on his face became serious. He seemed to be pondering about something serious.

"I look forward to meeting you." He said, before closing his eyes shut.

...............

In the boss's room of the auction, the book of prophecy began trembling and multiple pages on the book started flipping till it arrived at the last page.

Except for beings who came from the house of prophecy, any person that set his or her eyes on the book of prophecy would be condemned by the heavens.

Words then began appearing slowly on the book, each word seemed to be unparalleled, majestic, and carried a faint imposing aura that would definitely suffocate whosoever reads the page first.

If the three masters were still around, they would be shocked if not terrified about the words that were written in the book.

"The white auction appears, Chaos envelops the world, The ultimate power of all chooses a successor, The three worlds unite, the Devil emerges, Destruction shall follow and all beings perish."