Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 4769  A Chance Meeting?

A restaurant thrummed with the usual clatter of dishes and rowdy voices. It was not until a gust of wind sharper than blades swept through the doorway did everyone paused for a moment, plunging the grand hall into silence.

A man clad in a black-gold robe stepped inside.

His skin was pale white, his face devilishly handsome as though an expert sculptor had a hand in etching him. Yet, his expression appeared to be carved with a grim connotation, the edges of his gaze sharp as though he couldn't care less about what becomes of a life before him. His black eyes, deep like void-lit lanterns, surveyed the room, causing many to hold their breath.

As he spotted an empty seat and turned around, his velvet-dark hair swung lightly along with him, perfectly complementing the crescent halberd strapped across his back. This armament appeared more like a slumbering beast than metal.

"Holy heavens… that's a Peak Empyrean Grade Halberd. Did he find it in some ruins or did he make it himself…?" A man seated on the other end of the restaurant murmured with astonishment, half-curious and half-greedy.

His eyes gleamed like a viper, "Should we steal it after he leaves?"

"Shh… don't you know who that is? Shut up if you don't want to die." The other person sitting opposite to him berated in a low voice.

"Then say who he is, dammit, before I say something like that! Did you really wait for me to court death?"

These two supreme geniuses argued in hushed tones just like a few people at the other tables. However, they weren't really worried that they would be discovered since they had sound barriers set up lightly while speaking in hushed tones.

As they watched this infamous newcomer walk past them, they saw the shadow beneath him curl and stretch in ways a shadow should not, slithering ahead of him as if eager to seek some prey.

As he walked past them in an unhurried manner, they had no choice but to look away. He carried a pressure that made them instinctively straighten.

'What terrifying killing intent…!' They couldn't help but dread that he might strike at the slightest

Finally, he reached the only empty corner seat at a corner table. It was a table of four, so it was also occupied by three other people who all looked at him with some amusement in their eyes.

The crowd nearly gasped.

The black-gold robed man noticed the change in the atmosphere, but he didn't really react much. He wordlessly sat and cast a glance at the woman before him. She appeared to be a peerless beauty, but it didn't shake his heart one bit. He merely cast her a glance and soundlessly gave a nod before raising his hand at the server.

A trembling server rushed to their table and named several recommended dishes in a low voice.

Only after he spoke did the crowd dare to breathe again, saying words like 'so he's just here to eat', 'bad place to sit, well played fellow cultivator', 'brave of him to be seated with poison cultivators from that terrifying family'.

The term 'poison cultivators' seemed to have finally caught the black-gold robed man's attention as he raised his head to look at the woman before him and then looked at the man beside her. They appeared to be clad in the same purple robes, their features striking, although it didn't give any clue as to which family they were from.

The man in purple robes began, "Yo, aren't you the one who was called the Shadow Sovereign Island's Devil King?"

"…"

The so-called Shadow Sovereign Island's Devil King didn't respond. He gazed back at the server who was pouring him a cup of tea, but the flow of the tea wasn't smooth since the server's hands were shaking, making him frown.

However, he closed his eyes and simply waited.

The purple-robed man chuckled, "If I recall correctly…"

He took his cup and swirled the velvet wine in his cup, "That island's trial was meant for ten thousand darkness-attributed supreme geniuses across all the Upper Realms, each hailed as a prodigy of their sect, every one of them touted as the future of their clans. However, they were all sent to an island to be the only devil that remains."

His gaze then abnormally sharpened at the cup before he turned to look at the black-gold robed man.

"Finally, only one walked out, and he was acknowledged as the Shadow Sovereign Devil King by the Shadow Peninsula Alliance, which consists of hundreds of powers, including the Celestial Shadow Sect from the Void Autarch Upper Realm."

The restaurant patrons stiffened. Even those who had tried pretending not to listen were now frozen in place.

The black-robed man finally lifted his head, but just slightly as though he was throwing a mere glance once again.

His gaze met the purple-robed man with a calm so absolute it felt like a void swallowing all ripples of sound.

"I don't know who you are, but will you let me eat in peace?"

He asked in a bland tone as though disinterested.

"Hoho, would you look at the attitude after sitting at our table without any manners, and that too in front of my lovely sister?" The purple-robed man scoffed but then waved his hand.

"Fine, fine, go ahead and eat in peace, but don't disturb us."

"Many thanks," The black-gold robed man cupped his hand and returned to sipping tea.

"Ah, fellow cultivator," The man who sat by his side suddenly spoke up with a gentle voice, "It's rare for heroes and fairies to be seated at a table together. Why don't we introduce ourselves without our backgrounds interfering with our youthful lives? I am Lucian. He is my brother, Azariel, and she is my sister, Viridia."

For a moment, the black-gold robed man was taken aback, his eyes momentarily shifting between Lucian and Azariel. One looked kind and gentle, even with a stern face, and the other looked villainous like a serpent, but he could seem the semblance.

A rare hint of a smile crept up his lips, "It's rare to see three siblings eating together in harmony. Forgive my dull interruption before. With my face, not many would be willing to talk to me unless they have some malicious intent towards me, so I prefer not to talk or engage with my halberd instead."

"That's cool." Azariel chuckled before he flicked his sleeves, "So, were you really the only survivor? What's your name?"

The black-gold robed man nodded lightly, "Jun Meyers."