Chapter 516: Chapter 516: A Thousand-Year Reunion Between Master and Disciple (1)

"It’s been a long time. Did they fail to carry out my orders?"

The Demon Emperor Zerathos opened his eyes, staring into the distance with confusion.

Ten minutes had passed since they left. By his calculations, they should have already arrived and begun wreaking havoc in the capital.

Yet the signal they were supposed to send had still not appeared. The delay both confused and angered him.

"It seems I’ll have to check on them myself," he muttered.

Two black wings spread from his back. His power had recovered to nearly eighty percent.

If he slaughtered everyone in the capital, restoring his strength to one hundred percent would be possible.

Just as he was about to flap his wings, a giant hand descended from the sky.

Zerathos’s eyes widened. He flapped his wings at once, retreating five meters.

Boom!

The hand slammed into the snow-covered ground before him with tremendous force.

A crack two meters deep spread from the point of impact.

Zerathos scanned his surroundings with a grim expression.

"Who dares attack me?" he roared.

Strangely, there was no one within a five-hundred-meter radius. Even after expanding his senses to one kilometer, he detected nothing.

His eyes narrowed. Anyone who could evade his senses so completely had to be extremely powerful.

’Could it be the Singularities?’

His heart raced at the thought.

It had been a long time since they last wreaked havoc on the central continent, and yet none of the Seven Singularities had appeared—except the Singularity of Light.

However, the old man showed no intention of killing him.

’If it’s one of the Seven Singularities, I have to run,’ he muttered.

Although he boasted of fearing nothing among the Seven Singularities, that courage only surfaced when he felt safe.

In reality, he was terrified. Even at his peak, he was certain he couldn’t defeat any of them.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted again, "Come out! Are you a coward? If so, I’ll hunt you down until I find you!"

Boom!

A demonic aura erupted from his body, forming a terrifying whirlwind.

The temperature around him dropped sharply, and snow began to fall even heavier than before.

His eyes turned pitch-black, radiating intimidation.

As that happened, the colors of the world around him drained away, replaced by shades of gray and white.

Even so, the flow of mana—and even the tiniest speck of dust—remained clearly visible to him.

That was the ability he had honed over decades: the Demonic Eyes.

Although not as fearsome as the Arcane Eyes and their terrifying abilities, the Demonic Eyes were still among the strongest in the world.

He scanned his surroundings and suddenly locked onto an unusual fluctuation of energy fifty meters away.

Clenching his right fist, he punched the air.

A thunderous boom rang out, followed by a shockwave that shot straight toward the source of the strange fluctuation.

Bang!

The shockwave struck an invisible wall and shattered instantly.

Unfazed, Demon Emperor Zerathos punched again and again. Dozens of shockwaves surged toward the target at the speed of sound.

Just like before, every one of them was blocked by the invisible wall.

Annoyed, Zerathos shouted, "Come out, you coward!"

Whoosh!

A black hand reappeared from the air and slammed into him.

Caught off guard, Zerathos was hurled hundreds of meters away.

Fortunately, he managed to steady himself midair and regain his balance.

His face flushed with rage. Not only was his opponent hiding while he stood exposed, but the attack had been so powerful that his chest still throbbed.

A red light flickered from his chest, slowly easing the pain.

Even so, the fact that someone of his stature had been struck by a sudden attack filled him with shame.

Thankfully, no one had seen it. Otherwise, it would have been an unbearable disgrace.

"Still hiding? How annoying!"

His figure shot toward the invisible wall. His fist, wrapped in demonic aura, swung forward.

Boom!

The wall shattered under his punch.

But in the next instant, a two-meter-long black claw descended from above, lunging toward him.

Zerathos’s eyes widened. He evaded swiftly, only for another claw to emerge from the left.

Knowing he couldn’t avoid it, he unleashed his demonic aura. The claw shattered instantly.

Seizing the opening, he spun around and lunged forward, his right hand transforming into a fifty-centimeter-long black claw.

"Die!"

He slashed through the air. The sound of tearing flesh rang out.

Zerathos grinned, about to launch another attack—when a fist smashed into his right cheek.

Bang!

His body was sent hurtling downward like a cannonball. Just one meter before hitting the ground, another blow struck from below.

Bang!

He was thrown back into the air. The attacks came without pause, making Zerathos look like a volleyball being battered between players.

Even after the final punch, he still couldn’t regain his balance.

He tumbled through the air like a broken kite before crashing to the ground in a humiliating sprawl.

His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were torn, exposing his muscular physique.

Of course, it was not Cassian’s but Demon Emperor Zerathos’s.

Having nearly recovered all his power, his body had naturally returned to the form it had a thousand years ago.

"Hah... Hah... Damn... This is really embarrassing!" The Demon Emperor Zerathos growled.

He didn’t even know who his enemy was, yet he had been defeated decisively.

It was something he had never expected.

"What’s wrong? Why are you so weak? Is this all you’ve got?"

An indifferent voice sounded from in front of him.

The Demon Emperor Zerathos was shocked. He tried to retreat, only to find that his arms and legs would not move.

Lowering his gaze, he saw ice chains tightly wrapped around his body.

He poured his demonic power into them, trying to break free—but failed.

Fury surged within the Demon Emperor Zerathos as he looked up and shouted, "Show yourself! Are you going to keep hiding?"

In truth, if he used all his strength, he could shatter the ice chains.

However, doing so would cost him the chance to see who his opponent truly was.

After all, even his demonic eyes were unable to pierce the person’s concealment.

"Do you want to see me? Are you sure?"

The voice was still cold, but the faint mockery within it ignited Zerathos’s anger.

"Enough talk," he growled. "Just show yourself. I don’t care!"

There was no reply for several seconds. Then, a beam of light appeared before him.

The light gradually took the shape of an extraordinarily beautiful woman.

Her white hair blended seamlessly with the snow behind her.

Her blue eyes radiated indifference—and overwhelming authority.

Zerathos’s heart pounded violently, as if it might burst from his chest.

"You... Master!?"