The aforementioned person, the emperor Zion Lockheed, was fuming in anger as a persistent brat sliced down his treasured underlings. Despite the Mana cultivation realms of Lord and Grandmaster, with a clear lack of both speed and strength, this person has carved the most evident defeat of the Mizuriel Empire in history.
"One of my father's lackeys?"
Zion asked as the wyvern maintained the altitude. The artefacts on his body absorbed massive amounts of Mana and irradiated their power.
Father? Oh... the previous emperor.
Adam quickly recalled that this young man had used underhanded methods to eliminate his own father.
Such a cold-blooded bastard!
Does he even deserve to live?
"Took you long to notice," Adam utilised the opportunity to gain a new identity.
But what made him frown was the devious grin on the face of the young man. It's as if the emperor yet has some trump cards.
