Divine Emperor of Death Chapter 5066 Leaving The Premises

"Where are we going?"

A group of people was traversing the streets, taking the center without regard for the vehicular traffic passing by. In fact, if the carriages or any other transportation constructs saw them, they would have to swerve and move around them or take another path altogether.

In front of the group was a handso fatty.

He walked vigorously, the fat on his body quivering non-stop as though they were working overti. Following him were a group of powerful experts who didn't seem like his subordinates as they maintained a distance and kept a refined outlook.

Nevertheless, his subordinates from the Handso Giant Consortium were also there.

It was none other than the handso fatty Davis had t when entering the Eighth Bastion City.

The handso fatty turned to look at the group of people he was traveling with and said in a humorous tone.

"Yesterday, there was a mysterious group I t outside the city gates. I helped them settle down here, but I suspect they belong to an ancient hidden power."

One of the experts behind him with red hair raised his brows, his lips curling mockingly.

"Like the Hayden Family that was hunted down to extermination and barely survived by locking themselves down in a mini-realm and only dared to reappear now?"

"Haha, the Hayden Family." Another fat person, but not fatter than handso fatty, smashed his stomach and laughed, "I heard their Young Mistress was snatched as soon as they entered the city. Poor things. They could only endure the humiliation and enter the city to carve a path out for themselves in so corner."

The handso fatty shook his head, "Unlike the fallen Hayden Family, I think this hidden power retains its strength."

"If you say so." The others behind didn't seem that interested.

The handso fatty didn't bother about their disinterest and walked to the destination, enjoying the sight of the buildings and the maidens who ran away the mont they saw him.

"Handso Fatty, I was waiting for you."

"…?"

Abruptly, a voice made him look up as he neared the gates of the mansion he was headed to.

"You-"

The handso fatty blinked at this white-haired, black-robed young man. He didn't wear a cloak or a hood, but appeared to be in so kind of sect attire that had the word 'Dragon' imprinted on it. He saw the young man jump down and flick his long white hair while still wearing a mask, but his body language was clearly ostentatious, as though he looked down on them. The young man then cast a look at them, panning his gaze.

"All mbers of your Handso Giant Consortium?"

"You are that man… I can't believe you're just an Empyrean…"

The handso fatty was speechless. The other party made him feel like he had been facing an Exalt, so how co the other party turned out to be a Level Three Empyrean? Had he ever been wrong when sizing up people?

The experts behind the handso fatty shot him an unamused glance, unable to believe they wasted ti on this mysterious group by coming this far.

"Can't say really. I might just be the little twin, his son, or even his father."

The white-haired man laughed as he threw his head slightly up. His shoulders shook, visibly amused.

"I guess so…"

The handso fatty responded softly. He was just montarily taken aback before he asked, "Have you settled down? Need anything else? Ah, these are all experts who are part of my Handso Giant Consortium, but they're heads of their powers and can act independently for most things. I hope you can also join my consortium, but it's not a requirent for to interact with you since we could already be considered brothers."

The white-haired man shot a glance at the red-haired man, "I recognize you. You are Hermit Blackfla Pillar, aren't you?"

"And you," He turned to look at the other fatso in the group, "You are that Grand Mountain Crusher. Both Level Six Primarchs have a significant battle prowess of two levels higher. Amazing."

"…"

The red-haired man and the fatso looked away disinterestedly as though they were unwilling to talk with a re Empyrean. Their lips curled in pride, but their gaze was still filled with disapproval and ridicule.

"Handso fatty, what is this? Did you bring us here to waste our ti?"

"…"

The handso fatty smiled helplessly. He knew this person before him was playing the sheep sohow, even if he had no evidence to back it up. Perhaps he was wrong, but there was no way he would be wrong about the other Exalts who accompanied this person that day.

All of them levied considerable pressure against him.

In fact, if he couldn't get any gifts at that ti, he was about to turn and leave.

Nonetheless, he didn't expose it and said smilingly.

"Don't belittle our little friend over here. He might grow up to be a powerful expert. Besides, he could be a supre genius worthy of our attention."

"Who needs a supre genius in an apocalypse? Those are reserved for peaceful tis." The Grand Mountain Crusher said disapprovingly.

"Alright, alright."

The handso fatty tried to smoothen things over before he looked at the white-haired person again.

"Uhm, for now, what should we call you?"

The white-haired person thought for a mont and said.

"Na aside, my cultivator title is Heavenly Dragon."

The handso fatty turned speechless.

This title was just too audacious! Too domineering! Was he trying to get killed by heavenly lightning or the dragon clans?

The others behind him also had strange looks, wondering if this person was alright in his head.

'Bro, you can't make up a title like this just because you want to hide your na…'

The handso fatty thought before saying, "You might've gone by that title back in your hidden pocket realm, but here, I'll just call you Dragon for your own safety."

"But I really do have such a title. It could be even my na when translated from an old language."

"What old language? The only language I know is the Sky Word Language. Let's use that, alright?"

The handso fatty said impatiently with so care in his eyes.

He knew this white-haired person before him was the person he had t yesterday. Although this person acted calm yesterday and acted ostentatious today, there was little to no doubt about it in his mind. The fact that he recognized the two people behind him made this point true since the list he gave contained the nas of these two influential experts.

In that case, it could be highly possible that the other party had a physique that caused them heavy mood swings or even a split personality change. He had seen such people before and even interacted with them.

"Alright," The white-haired man sighed as he drove his hands through the sides of his hair, "Everything's fine. I'm just bored to death. Do you have anything fun to do while showing around the city?"

"I was just about to ask you myself if you wanted to co with us. Let's go."

The handso fatty didn't stand on ceremony and gestured to Davis, both of them leaving the area along with the Handso Giant Consortium.

From the balcony, Evelynn watched them leave.

After having breakfast and returning to the mansion, Davis helped alleviate the sour mood and reassured them that everything would be fine. After that, he spent ti with Evelynn, chatting away endlessly before finally spotting his cue to go out.

By this ti, it was afternoon.

She wished him well in his endeavor to infiltrate the ranks of the city's forces in order to steal heaven and earth energy from the formation that arrests and diverts the dense energy from the Ethereal Lumina Tree.