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Cecile suddenly reached out and grabbed her right shoulder, "You need to concentrate on your cultivation first, we cannot be his weakness, we must be his strength."

Luna\'s eyes opened wide as she heard those words. The cold empress was known for being uptight and not caring for most of the world. Her worldly strength sent awe to the younger generations and had influenced a lot of cultivators, especially female cultivators to be like her. However, she had never seen her acting like a true empress before. Not a word, not a speech, she was famous for rarely not getting out of her room. The ones that do most of the tasks were actually Sophia rather than her in person. 

She nervously nodded as she thought (Is this caused by Lyon\'s presence? She spoke like a general but with an aura of a ruler. Wait a minute, is she establishing her status as his wife to me?). She started to overthink it.

Meanwhile, Yunesia smiled wryly as she looked at them. There was nothing ordinary from the member of this group. One was a dragon, the other one was a white tiger, and the most impactful one was legitimately a war goddess. However, these three ladies were bound to one young man. He was the true cultivator to sit on the throne, also perhaps the only madman from the mortal world alive that dared to challenge the entire world.

"Well with that sort out... hm?"

Lyon raised his eyebrows as he felt a ray of light enlightening his bathrobe before his temperature slightly risen in the process. Directly in front of him on the rise of the horizon, a little sun was peeking out to the world. Slowly reducing the black hues in the sky, the world slowly shifted as dawn begun.

He crossed his arms as his eyes turned sharp. Standing tall against the horizon he let out a smirk.

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In the world far away from where Lyon and the other were at. Legs were seen moving in haste as their movement could tremble the world. A variety of cultivators were seen running back and forth as they yelled at one another while bringing stacks of paper. The mana inside of their meridian lines was almost comparable with the nobles from the Blue Continent. 

"Tell them!" 

A hoarse shout was heard but the cultivators were still moving around as if they didn\'t hear it. They were no more than servants inside the grand building as an old man was sitting on the throne. 

"Every one of them!" 

His wrinkly lips moved as a little bit of saliva came out of his shout. The commanding and ruling aura that he presented was enough to make the people cower in respect, but the quality of the armor that he wore sparked jealousy of a thousand nations. Finest armorsmith, finest weaponsmith, he had access to them all. Sitting with ten spatial rings in his ten fingers, his status was on display.

Yet, the old man\'s eyes were glaring all the time as his hands gripped the armrest that he was sitting on, to a crack. His heart was thumping wildly and his figure appeared to be weaker than he used to. He was having heavy breaths through his nostrils as he repeatedly making a harsh gulp. None of the servants dare to ask him about his worrisome condition, since the one that did, had died on the spot. Igniting his anger was the last thing they wanted to do. The old man clearly had vengeance behind those deadly gazes and they could only imagine what had happened.

However, at the very least, they know who did it. His painting was on display on the stack of papers that they carried. It was well defined and meticulously painted with a hue of mana permeating out of each paper just like the one that the Throne use to spread their publications with. 

"I want him alive!"

His shout continued as the cultivators still moving like in a busy market. Some of them were flying, spreading over the countless papers from the sky. Some of them made a sudden visit to a nearby kingdom and give them some stacks of the paper. Showing the insignia that they carried, they had the right to speak to the highest status of people without being asked.

Some of them went to an isolated cave. The experts there would come out with bitter faces and crossed arms but seeing the insignia made them docile their eyebrows before taking the paper. The servant bowed before leaving immediately, not caring the wicked smile the experts had as they read the content.

Emperors, kings, experts, wandering vigilantes, vagrant cultivators, everyone received the bounty paper. One single image, one single name. Various smiles appeared on their faces as some part of the world moved in unison. Hidden experts coming out of their hiding place, knights were sharpening their swords. Old sages stopped being wise and dirty cultivators started to emerge. They were all smirking, they were all smiling. Nothing could bring such ecstasy but the highest bounty Treas ever offered.

"Cripple or disabled, it doesn\'t matter!"

A huge wave was raging as the storm was brewing high. The multiple worlds were undergoing a sharp turn as a wanted man was issued by the wealthiest family in the mortal world. Some of the experts definitely demeaned the person in the paper but the true experts ponder. What kind of madman dare enough to challenge the wealthiest and perhaps the strongest family in the mortal world? What did he have that challenging them would be a good idea? What chances does he have to even escape? What kind of background?

They pondered the crucial questions but the face in the poster didn\'t ring a single bell inside their memories. Not a single instance did they ever took a glance against that face. 

"Screen the entire mortal world! Comb it if you have to!" shouted the old man.

The mass of cultivators was moving in rapid speed and journeying world after world bringing the news. Returning Jade Stone, Summoning Ruby Stone, everything was used to spread the word as fast and wide as possible. With the unlimited resources that Treas had, this could be done under a time frame that made people slacked their jaws open. 

"He killed my son! Search him! The last time I saw him, he was in the Blue World! He will not journey far!" shouted Titania as she whipped them with words.

"The prize is a favor from the Treas family! Treasures, artifacts, money, beads anything they could ask for will be theirs as long as they bring him here. The headquarter of the Treas family!"

The devastating news sent them to a jolt as they hastened once more. They couldn\'t believe that someone dare enough to kill a Treas family member and the young man\'s identity turned more mysterious than it was.

Adding the important clue, the Blue World became a target for the hunters. They knew the world was owned by the famous Emperor Jin, hunting the person would surely offend him but the prize from the Treas family was too far heavy compared to Jin\'s face. 

"Hm!" the old man stood up with his gleaming armor, overlooking his entire servants as they worked. 

He stretched his arm forward, "Find him, maim him! Give him to me! Prove the worth of the Treas family! Let them see the consequences of offending me!"

God knows what kind of items resided inside those ten rings. The incredible aura coming from those was menacingly ominous. 

The old man took a deep breath before he shouted with the top of his lung.

"Bring him here! Bring me, Lyon! TooooooorgAAAAAA!!!"

Nobody had ever angered him so much as the veins inside his neck almost popped with the size of the sudden bulge. The shout reverberated across and outside the room as it echoed onwards.

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"So.. this is the place..." said a tall man with a muscular built to a slender man in a bartender suit. The latter slowly pushed his glasses upward before revealing his sharp eyes as he answered, "Yes, she is here."

"Sitting at the very top of this tower, the Guild HQ."

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