The Tale of the Void Emperor

Feigan saw Zangeer taking out the bottle and pouring a bit of it on the glass in front of Athan. Afterward, Sahara and Feigan saw Athan stretching his hand and drinking the peg in one go before closing his eyes.

"Yo, you are giving him THAT wine? are you kidding me? How long will it take him to get sober after this? A month?" Feigan spoke with a dumbfounded expression.

But after a second, his face turned perverted as he said to Zangeer, "hehe, Zangeer. Since he is dead drunk now and won't wake up anytime soon, how about we visit that pavilion in Dreamy Night Deep Blue? You saw how beautiful that girl was, right? hehe, maybe we can have some fun If she is just his-"

Suddenly, everyone in the pub became sober as they felt their life-threatened and soul suppressed. A chill infused in the atmosphere as the music and dance stopped.

Zangeer and Sahara panicked as they looked at Athan, whose current state had become entirely different than a second ago. His dreadful cold eyes were locked onto Feigan, who was trembling like a piece of cloth amidst a tornado.

"Athan! H-he was just joking," Zangeer has lost his cool for the first time. Even though the pressure from Athan was not directed at him, he still felt overwhelmed. He hadn't even felt this from his mother.

Athan turned to Zangeer before speaking in a voice that Zangeer felt came straight from hell, "speak one more word, and you will die along with him."

At this time, everyone in the pub was looking in Athan's direction.

The executive manager here, Gaurlis, was also sweating bullets behind the stage, and even though he wanted to interfere, he didn't dare to. The threat he felt from Athan was something he had never felt before in his life.

He hurriedly called Elk, the head executive manager.

"H-head, a dangerous fellow has entered here, and...he is likely going to kill someone," Gaurlis didn't dare speak from his mouth as he just conveyed his thoughts using soul energy through the contact card.

Elk was startled, but when she heard Gaurlis saying that the dangerous fellow was in the pub, she raised her eyebrows, 'Athan is also there, and if Gaurlis felt such danger, then it should be from Athan for sure.'

Elk--, "Ignore him and just do other things."

Gaurlis--, "O-ok understood."

"It looks like Gaurlis is really shaken," Elk muttered as she cut off the contact and shook her head with a weak smile.

Indeed, Gaurlis was thankful that Elk didn't tell him to take action. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked at Athan standing in front of Feigan, who had already kneeled on the ground and was trembling.

Only Feigan could know how difficult it felt even to kneel. He was feeling such an overwhelming terror on his soul that he couldn't even speak even though he wanted to beg for his life.

'Is this how it feels to face death?'

Athan put up his right leg before covering it in a black aura of abyssal darkness before he turned to Zangeer and said, "unfortunately, he was not joking, and the thing he said warrants death in my court."

What happened next shocked everyone as they felt a soul-stabbing chill.

They saw Athan putting his leg on the head of Feigan before the black aura on his leg covered Feigan and...started eating him.

The intense trembling of Feigan's body indicated that he was feeling immense pain, but not a single scream left his mouth because...he couldn't scream.

There was pin-drop silence in the entire area except for the slight sound of the ocean near them.

The black flame-like aura silently devoured Feigan, not leaving a single trace of his body and soul.

"Lucky fellow, his soul gave in and died before he could feel the full extent of pain," Athan muttered before he went back to the stool and looked at Zangeer, "fill the glass."

Zangeer gulped with nervousness as he smiled weakly and wiped the sweat as he took out the bottle of wine and filled it with glass.

Athan nodded with a faint smile as he picked up the glass and emptied it before closing his eyes and resting his head on the counter table again.

Everyone in the pub looked at each other with terrified eyes, and they all had only one question.

WHO THE HECK WAS THAT?

However, they sighed a relief as the threatening feeling due to the immense soul power radiating from Athan disappeared.

"Should we continue?" someone whispered.

Athan suddenly opened his eyes and said with a confused expression, "why did you all stop? start the music and enjoy."

Everyone heard that and became less cautious as the music and dance started again.

However, one thing was sure that they would never forget this day of their life.

This act of Athan led many things in motion even though he didn't intend to.

First, the three dark daggers assassins were also in the pub because after arriving here, getting the location of Athan, they directly arrived here. Heck, they just entered the pub five minutes ago.

But right now, they were leaving while cursing the one who up the task to assassinate Athan.

"There is a strict rule in our organization that if someone feeds us false information on the target and leads our members to death, we will assassinate the one who put up this task," the dark dagger member at the peak of Evagon-realm said coldly.

"Let's go back and report the situation before killing the bastard who put up this task."

...

On the other hand, Zangeer, Sahara, and the other three had gathered together and discussed the matter of Feigan's death.

"His clan should've gotten the information of his death due to his soul slip. Did they know that Feigan was coming with us at Heaven's Tranquility?" Zangeer questioned as he looked at Zakus.

Zakus shook his head, "nope. He and I were training at Cursed Valley under curse master Reil when we received your contact. So they will go there and ask the curse master Reil about Feigan first. They don't know I was with him, or they would have contacted me by now."

Lemon glanced to the left and looked at drunk Athan before saying to Zangeer with a pout, "who is that friend of yours? how can he be so powerful?"

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