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Chapter 542  Making A Name For Oneself

Biting her tongue, and realizing that she was in deep shit, Madam Zha spoke, "Whatever you need, whatever you want, the Black Tower will offer it." She said.

"Good, then, first things first, find out where that fucker died, how he died, and who was responsible for his death," I said.

"As you command," she said as more of her skin was still cracking and falling.

Indignation was clear on her face, but she knew she was between a rock and a hard place, and had no way to solve it. The Fire Lord was breathing on her neck, forcing her to do whatever he wishes. And now this brat ordering her around, a woman who made her place known to the vast world of cultivation since ages ago, now has to work and find out about some random reason from years ago, on why a mongrel dared offend such a man.

"You have ten days, to contact the Heavenly Academy," I said then waved my hand consuming back all the poison and revealing nothing but a tenth of the forces of Madam Zha left. Most of them were killed by the Fire Lord\'s skill and hadn\'t anything to do with me. I\'m not taking the blame for that.

I then looked to the north and headed there.

"Where are you going young master?!" she shouted.

That was clearly not the heavenly academy\'s direction.

"I\'m paying a visit to some old fogies, should be fun," I said as I called the thunder bull chariot (This will be changed to Thunder Bull Chariot from now on) and headed forward leaving her perplexed.

But for anyone at her level, she only needed to do small calculations to realize my direction and where I was heading.

***

Above a massive half-spherical construct that flew across space was an entire city. Protected by a crystal dome that had few entryways to the city.

The whole structure hosted a city that seemed to be built in the most intricate and exquisite of ways. Fortune and splurge were clearly portrayed in the construction of this city. Every building looked glamorous and tiled with gold and expensive-looking metals and materials. The roads and pathways seemed full of people who were wearing nothing but the most expensive of robes and clothes.

As for the center of the city, there was a palace that almost reached the upper part of the dome in size. It was gigantic in length and width and seemed a level above every building in terms of construction splurge.

If the other buildings were tiled with gold this one had black gold as material. And inside this building sat a man on a throne fit for an emperor of a divine dynasty.

He was overweight, to an incredible degree, but he exuded incredible energy from his body, it was an Emperor Level.

Surrounded the man were many half-naked women barely clothed, and some of them didn\'t even look to be mature enough to call a woman. They all served him, begrudgingly or willingly. Serving him wine and grapes, food and drinks, massaging his body, and toiling at his every need.

In front of this man who seemed to be living a heavenly life, was another person, kneeling as he was addressing the emperor rank.

"Your majesty, a man claiming to be part of the Heavenly Academy is outside,"

The king of this city frowned, "What distasteful news, what does he want?"

"He said that the Heavenly Academy is demanding subservience. It had given you what you have now, and is demanding you to return the favor," the man said.

"Hahahahaa!" the king laughed, "Are they stupid? Why would I serve the heavenly academy? I only studied there for a few years, I don\'t really care about that place, send him away, tell him I\'m refusing his audience, he can cry to the academy all he wants," the king said.

He laughed and continued enjoying himself as the servant left to inform the man outside.

Some time later, loud explosions echoed outside the city, loud enough that they rattled one of the servants that she spilled the wine on the king\'s robes.

Enraged and about to kill the petrified servant, another explosion rattled even him and caused many of the furniture and blocks of the building to start falling.

Terrified the servants screamed as they ran away in all directions.

"What the fuck is going on!" the large man shouted as he stood up and walked outside to see what was happening.

Just as he got out wearing nothing but a towel, he looked up, his eyes widened as he saw the destruction that happened to his city.

The golden beautiful buildings were all run and torn down, the dome cracked and broke apart and his palace was hit hard enough a massive portion of it had already disappeared.

People were nowhere to be seen, did they all die?

 But another glance was enough for him to understand that everyone actually just ran away from the city using their own means of transport. Leaving no one behind but servants.

The cause of this destruction was one man, he was riding a chariot of sorts with a golden bull in front of it.

And around the man were hundreds of dead corpses and thousands of terrified soldiers and guards.

"You finally show yourself," the man said.

"Who the fuck are you?!" the king roared with enough Qi to rival the previous shockwaves.

"Come up and find out, you fat fuck," the man taunted.

The king\'s eyes were bloodshot at being insulted, never in his life did anyone even dare look at him funny, not to mention insult him to his face.

The king flew forward with incredible speed, far disproportionate to his size, and was about to blast the man in the chariot with a single palm.

The man pointed a thin sword at him, the sword didn\'t even look like it would be enough to pick the food between his teeth, but something was irking the king. It was a premonition of danger and death, coming from that tiny sword.

Deciding against his better judgment, the fat man still shot forward, only to realize that the small toothpick-like sword instantly grew nine heads that came at him.

"Blasted fiend!" the king said as he parried and blocked as much as he could, to no avail, the first head struck him head-on, slamming him into the ground, while the remaining ones took turns striking the king one after another.

Two of the heads then opened their mouths and shot a torrent of green liquid and another of green flames that emerged together creating a cyclone of liquid flames.

"Guardian!" the king shouted and instantly a man that seemed to have no eyes, nose, ears or mouth appeared, he was skinny and wearing nothing but a black rag. He appeared out of nowhere and pointed his palms forward against the torrent.

The torrent instantly clashed with the man\'s palms but failed to proceed any further.

The guardian then twisted his palm against the torrent\'s rotation, and instantly exploded it, spreading it all over the city.

Relieved at first from surviving the ordeal, then enraged at how he was struck down, the king held his hand up, revealing a ring that was on it. From the ring, a full set of golden armor emerged and covered him from head to toe, he still looked fat, only now he was armored up fat.

The ring then manifested a massive two-handed battle axe from within it, "You terroristic fiend dare!" he said as he flew forward to fight again.

"I wouldn\'t be too hasty if I were you," the man in the chariot said.

Suddenly as the king was halfway he felt a bit dizzy.

 "Poison? You coward…" he shouted as he chugged a couple of pills, "But that doesn\'t work against my ten thousand poison immunity pill!"

He then swung his axe against one of the metallic serpent heads, blasting it away as another serpent head came at him. he kept fighting them and rapidly gaining distance until he was in front of the man in the chariot.

"Finally I got you!" he said.

"Is that so…" the man on the chariot said with all coldness and carelessness in the world.

"I don\'t know which fucking idiot sent you, but you\'ll have to pay for this!"

"And what if I don\'t want to?"

"Then you\'ll die!" he said as he carried his axe above his head and was about to swing it down.

 Only for his nostrils to shoot out a massive surge of blood, stopping him in his track.

"H-how?!"

The man in the chariot didn\'t even try to explain as he struck down with a palm on the top of the king\'s head, crushing his helmet and sending him back to the ground, slamming with enough force that the entire city rattled once again.

Looking around him, he realized that the entire city was now burning due to the torrent splatter from before, and the guardian the blocked it had all of his body turning to mush.

The king cursed inwardly as he ripped the broken helmet off of his face and took another look at the man in the chariot.

"There is only one way the Ten Thousand Immunity Pill didn\'t work… you\'re the Poison God\'s Disciple!"

"Glad we made that clear," the man said. "Now, let\'s talk business."