Immortal Kingdoms - 217 A Bit of Conflict

Leonardo could feel every fiber of his being buzzing with joy as the decimated lightning rushed through the halberd and into his body. These completed laws conformed with his, giving them a pulse of virtual life per se.

He felt no pain from lightning as it only enhanced his thunderforce intent, but that didn’t mean it was of no benefit. On the contrary, other than a pain buffer, Leonardo didn’t allow his thunderforce to feed on the heavenly retribution lightning as it was a necessity to mould his core into his body and reform it anew with the comprehended laws and the heavenly laws as a foundation.

Like a blossoming flower, Leonardo’s domain expanded once more and covered the area of mayhem, putting the flames on the land to rest as a scene of mountains and rivers unfolded.

Leonardo’s domain represented the eighteen elements in addition to time, space, and chaos. Although he couldn’t offensively make use of these laws, a subdivision attribute derived from their essence could augment his skills and battle techniques nonetheless.

A bright moon hung in the sky of his domain as the world ironically lost color and life began to wane like the coming of autumn in the heart of spring.

More lightning rained down and before they struck the landscape, a halberd’s shadow would emerge from space and clash with the bolts.

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Crimson shadows, white shadows, black shadows, and some even intersecting and weaving into joined colors, most of them crimson and white.

Even Victoria and Madeline could see the resemblance this had to the Ninth Inception Arrow technique at this point, let alone the seasoned rebirth realm cultivators.

“He’s actually using the heavenly retribution to practice a new technique?!”

A lot of people noticed Leonardo’s aim from the tribulation. It was a known fact that someone’s domain was an extension of their body and hence, unfolding a domain during tribulation was like giving the heavens a bigger target to strike at.

Watching as patches of green were blasted into charred bits under the shower of thunder dumbfounded the crown.

“Idiot,” the woman from Winter Fall Pavilion furrowed her brows. “He’s destroying his own foundations.”

Swoosh!

Seven swords of blood circled around the woman, pointing at her throat from all the critical angles, and an even denser formation of pikes and spears pinned down her mount. Before she realized it, she was surrounded by a swamp of dense blood with no escape, a sensation as though hundreds of eyes were all around her, passing her with a death sentence.

“Better watch your tone, little girl.”

The world of blood disappeared, retracting into Rosaline’s pores as her crimson eyes stared dead fixedly at this woman. The cloud crane felt its blood run cold, as though about to disobey the bodily instinct and discharge from every hole on its body in subservience to Rosaline.

From this distance, Rosaline could suck both the mount and its master dry from blood with but a thought. A fight wasn’t even necessary.

Even though Rosaline looked much younger than the woman on the crane, no one cared about that at the moment. In fact, even if she claimed to be of their forefather’s generation, no one would care. This was too weird.

“Are you a vampire?”

Two more rebirth realm cultivators of the singularity realm descended, placing Rosaline in a triangle. To their knowledge, blood manipulation was a forbidden martial intent exclusive to vampires, but vampires had silver hair and crimson eyes.

Rosaline checked for crimson eyes, but her hair was pitch-black, much like her dress.

“Are you people mad?” Snarled the woman from the Luan Dynasty. “Is your intelligence department filled with incompetent fools? That brat Leonardo is associated with House Hestia, a vassal of the Jin Dynasty’s Interstellar Supreme Court— their martial intent has something to do with blood manipulation too.”ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

“Hah! Are you listening to yourself? The vassals of a vassal, furthermore from a stellar world; a pastoral environment to groom livestock! You’re telling me a rebirth cultivator spawned from there? A singularity realm at that?”

The woman was stumped for words as she also came to a sudden realization.

“Still,” she continued to argue, “the vampires have been cursed due to their foolishness, they only have one rebirth realm cultivator left and he is stuck at the peak of moulding; his blood is too impure to achieve singularity with his star core.”

Her argument was also sound; everyone was aware of the current situation in the vampire clan. Thus, they were at an impasse.

“If you want to fight; just get it over with.”

Rosaline was impatient, not to mention that if it weren’t for Leonardo, she would have long stormed her way into the Jin Dynasty and started a massacre of rage and vengeance for her fallen clansmen by now.

“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” The man who jeered at the Winter Fall Pavilion woman spoke again, his eyes sparkling with interest; not lust, pure interest.

“There isn’t anything that we of the Memento Mori Brotherhood dare not do, and time stands as the best witness to it all,” Madeline, the clear-headed and the recognized Miaden 001 spoke up at this point, bow in hand despite her pitiful cultivation base.

She wasn’t afraid that a rebirth cultivator may bully her as she had the entire organization behind her back.

“Hey girl; don’t confuse right and wrong. That woman was the first to attack someone from the martial faction. You can’t bully people like that.”

“That woman insulted Young Master Leonardo, she’s lucky we didn’t have at her tongue and hold her entire sect responsible,” Madeline responded, unconcerned.

“All of this for that kid? He is just a fresh rebirth realm cultivator; it is his blessing that so many singularity realms are watching his ascension, to begin with.”

“Wrong, it is your nine lives of fortune to witness little Leo ascending,” Rosaline cut in, snorting.

“You wench,” the young man’s face went dark, but an elder who stood next to him on the flying mount stopped him.

He understood the mattress of hierarchy in great organizations too well. For example, the son of the sect leader, even if he was an infant, would hold a higher position than a singularity realm cultivator. The same for the secular world.

“What do you mean by the young master, little girl?” The old man asked politely, an amicable smile on his face.

Madeline snorted, replying not out of fear but to prevent things from escalating due to the other party’s ignorance. “Grandmaster Sin personally dispatched Junior Brother to arrange for Young Master Leonardo to join the Memento Mori Brotherhood. Tell me, is insulting him not akin to slapping Grandmaster Sin in the face? Can a mere Grand Sect handle something like this?”

“This woman is the only person close enough to the young master, to call him directly by name without his discomfort,” she then pointed at Rosaline, continuing with a faint smile. “Do you find it odd for her to strike in his name?”

The old man stopped listening to the moment he heard the mention of Grandmaster Sin, chaos shuffling in his head. He felt too dizzy. The first generation disciples of Grandmaster Sin; each with an unfathomable power.

Junior Brother was from the second generation batch and he was already a star lord, less need to be said about the first generation and the one who nurtured them all.

Thinking like this, the old man’s bones wobbled under his skin.