Divine Emperor of Death-Novel

"..."

Shocked gazes concentrated on one location. Expressions churned with numerous emotions.

In this crowded place, the shock factor was so overwhelming that people appeared frantic, trying to make sense of what they just saw as they kept looking at him again and again, their gazes moving between Mo Tian's face and Panqa's hand where some kind of pure white energy kept shrouding over her hand.

They had just heard some person cry out in shock, causing even more incredulity to fill their hearts and soul.

Just as they wanted to see what was going on, Mo Tian took his hand back as quickly as he extended.

"Haha... this is embarrassing. The remnant energy of this burn is too powerful for me to heal."

"...!"

Patriarch Soaren Goldsun subconsciously reacted to Mo Tian's words and waved his hand, causing his remnant energy that couldn't even be considered a drop to be dispersed from Panqa and Lanqua's hands.

Only then was Mo Tian's life energy that was on her hand instantly restore the skin to its pristine and smooth condition.

Panqa was speechless beyond compare, but Lanqua was even more shocked, her wide eyes still staring at Mo Tian's back.

After Mo Tian stood up and pulled Panqa up, he turned to look at Lanqua, "Ah, I'll heal you... later..."

"No... no need...!" Lanqua came out of her reverie and hurriedly waved her hand, "I'm honored..."

Her outspoken and directness disappeared as she appeared extremely flustered and flushed, her cheeks reddening beyond compare that it reached her ears.

She knew this injury wasn't anything, as they were just sparks lightly burning their skin in the midst of being protected. After all, it was a defensive move with immense control, even if it was a move made after a breakthrough, but if it was an offensive move made by Patriarch Soaren Goldsun, she knew she wouldn't be alive anymore.

Davis looked at her flustered expression but nodded. He then panned his gaze towards the crowd, noticing their gazes.

People still appeared frozen in their places with their hands over their mouths.

The general feeling of confusion was prevalent among the crowd as they couldn't recognize his life energy, but many Grand Elders did, seemingly knowing how to identify life energy even if they hadn't seen one or perhaps, they had seen in some type of resources that were life-attributed.

Nonetheless, the response was overwhelmingly emotional, some still finding this scene inconceivable while a very few started to look at him as though he was a true Saint, literally bawling their eyes out, causing Davis to feel a bit overwhelmed himself.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder if a few of them had managed to find out that he was Davis Alstreim.

However, he also felt that shouldn't be possible, considering that death and life were polar opposites. To find his aura within those obscure undulations was very difficult unless he used them for a long time, and since he had only used life energy for a second and on a tiny scale, he felt that it shouldn't be possible to be instantly discovered.

However, who could say that with surety?

With the Mystic Diviners looking at him in apparent shock, he narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Do you people still doubt me?"

His stern voice echoed across the palace, causing the Mystic Diviners to come out of their reverie.

"No..."

"We dare not!"

Two of them were able to speak something, while the third and the middle Mystic Diviner shook their head, still moving his gaze between the flickering lamp and Mo Tian.

The Anarchic Divergent was still present, yet... a Saint couldn't be someone like that! The other people were of the same opinion, unable to think of Mo Tian as an Anarchic Divergent anymore.

"..."

Fortunately, Davis knew that they did not know about the infamy of Myria in the true immortal world. Otherwise, they would still consider him to be an Anarchic Divergent.

Nonetheless, he still stared at them with squinted eyes, raising his hands to cup.

"Many thanks for forcing me to do something I didn't wish to do."

His voice was cold, causing those three Mystic Diviners to shiver.

Davis then cast a glance at Patriarch Killian Zenflame before turning to look at Patriarch Soaren Goldsun. However, it was enough to send Patriarch Killian Zenflame a tsunami of regret as his expression contorted.Follow current s on N(o)vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.nᴇt

After all, whether it be the Heaven Gazing Hall or the Fire Phoenix Clan, they had inadvertently offended a Saint!

"Brother Soaren, I didn't mean to hide. It's just that... people change their stance once they see this power of mine, no longer looking at me eye to eye or trying to befriend me to use me."

"You want me to treat you the same as before...?" Patriarch Soaren Goldsun blinked, "Impossible... you're a Saint."

"..."

Davis pursed his lips. The legend of Saintess Lunaria had left behind countless generations of adoration toward Saints. They couldn't help but look at Saints like they were deities because of Saintess Lunaria's actions that brought peace to the First Haven World millions of years ago.

Davis understood this clearly as Saints were treated with the highest respect and extreme amount of privileges. If not, would the Dragon Alliance and Phoenix Alliance bother to recruit them with such incentives?

He turned slightly to look at these alliances and instantly felt like he was a naked lady in front of them, almost causing him to shiver.

Saint with life energy? He was probably the only one present in the entire First Haven World if one excluded Everlight, Myria, and Ellia.

Even if they did mention the three of them, he was a... man, meaning that some scandalous things used against him would be acceptable even if they were to kidnap him and throw him to a bunch of beauties to completely seduce him into their power.

He had first witnessed that when he was in the Central Primesky Alliance, where he was offered... offers he found hard to refuse if it weren't for already having women he deeply cared about.

Of course, Davis knew that there was no way they would go that far, but where people drew the line was hard to say. He knew he should be more and extra careful from now on.

After all, the chances that he would be killed right now were lesser than the chances that he would be drugged and violated.

"Forget about how I should treat you. I'm wondering if I should steal you from Fenren Jadelight."

Abruptly, a hand fell on Davis's shoulder, causing his expression to change into a wry smile as he turned to look at Patriarch Soaren Goldsun.

"Soaren Goldsun, get your hands off the Saint!"

"Be respectful!"

"Only women can touch his eminence!"

But before he could say anything, many people roared at them, causing Patriarch Soaren Goldsun to grin and display his middle finger to them all.

His expression seemed to be... extremely satisfied and proud as he seemed to have bagged a Saint at this moment, not letting Mo Tian go as he kept his hands latched on him as though a crow catching its precious treasure with its talons.