Chapter 316: Battle Luke was startled by the sudden roar. He had no idea what would happen if he pulled out that thing. He was always treated like garbage, yes, but he had never been threatened before, as he had never accomplished anything like this before this point. Just as Luke was having a mental breakdown, he heard a voice in his head. "Hey kid, you are in deep shit for pulling out the great me from that stone. If you want to survive, don’t act like a hero. Just stay here until your big brother comes to rescue you." Luke was flabbergasted by the sudden voice in his mind. He looked at the sword in his hand and asked in surprise, "Are you the sword talking to me?" "Of course I am, you idiot. How can you not recognize the voice of the great me?" the voice scolded him. "Please forgive me, sir, for not recognizing you," Luke immediately apologized. He was a very humble person; at least life had made him humble. "You have potential, kid. No wonder you could pull me out even though my master had put some ridiculous rules for it," the sword said, satisfied by Luke’s humble behavior. "Did you say master? Is he your previous owner or your creator?" Luke was interested to know its origin. "Of course my creator. I don’t go from wielder to wielder. You are my first wielder, and you will be my last," it declared proudly. But Luke’s face turned red. He had heard those words from couples in romance stories. Why did they sound like that now? Luke was about to ask more questions when the same roar came again. "Why aren’t you coming out? Do you want your entire family to die alongside you?" This time, Luke’s patience snapped. His family was already dead, and that was because they were dark elves. So it was his sore point when someone said bad things about them. "Old bastard, I don’t give a shit about your background or power. If I was as old as you, I could have just made your old ass disappear from the world with a snap. Go home and suck your wife’s milk if you have one. Don’t waste your precious time here by roaring like a mad dog. It will only reduce your remaining lifespan." He cursed the old man violently. When people heard this, they stood there like petrified wooden statues. "What did that dark elf bastard just say? Where did he get all those nerves?" some white elves couldn’t help but clear their ears. Because the old elf he just scolded was an elder from the Raven Sect of the Raven Empire. It was one of those supreme sects which had a tier 3 ancestor. Besides, this old man was also a tier 1 existence himself. Elder Geros was the one who was most surprised among all. He had never been scolded like this before, but today a dark elf bastard dared to say something like that. He couldn’t believe his ears. It must be a dream. Yes, that should be it. Otherwise, no calculation was giving him the answer to where that elf got the courage to say such words. But when he realized it was not a dream but reality, embarrassment instantly filled his mind, and anger rose like a tsunami. "Die!" He launched like a missile toward Luke. But before he could reach him, another roar came, "Old dog, if you dare to harm my junior brother, I’ll fuck your entire generation!" The old man immediately puked some blood from extreme anger. He had been cursed twice today, and both times it was by juniors he would have never glanced at before. "This entire village should perish. They all heard me getting cursed. They have lost the right to live anymore," Geros had gone crazy with anger, and immense fire started to gush out from his body. "Not good! He is going to unleash one of the most powerful elven spells—Hell Tornado!" someone cried out loudly. But then a sharp voice came from among the crowd, "Hold on, friend. There are so many of your kind present here. Will you kill them all?" A similar aura to that of the old man appeared there. The old elf looked at the speaker. "Huh? What would a filthy demon like you know? Do you have any self-respect at all?" Geros looked at him with disdain. "You can’t hurt those boys. They are under my protection," the speaker said again. "Huh? Don’t make me laugh. Would your puny Demon Empire dare to go against my mighty Raven Empire?" Geros laughed loudly. "That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I’m going to fight your Raven Empire even if I have to die in the process," the old demon said as he started to transform. Ron was looking at the newcomer. He didn’t know him, but he could see an extremely beautiful demonic girl standing there. It was none other than Celcia. She looked even more aloof and cold than before. "This old man must be from her empire. Judging by his words, he holds a very powerful position. Maybe he is her grandfather?" Ron thought in his mind. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 Ron was a peak Emperor Realm powerhouse right now. With his Chaos Physique, he could easily battle a tier 1 elf like Geros. So he didn’t actually need help. But he appreciated the kindness. The Demon Ancestor of the Geymar Empire attacked Geros, and Geros retaliated with his own power. Both of them were on equal footing. Maybe it would have lasted that way if no one interfered—but Ron, the first chosen of Ethan, was standing there. How could he not interfere? Besides, he had already learned the second level of the Extinction Sword Art. Ron took a step forward. Immense sword intent started gushing out with every step he took. "Die, you old dog!" Ron roared and directly used the second level of the Extinction Sword Art. That old thing didn’t have time to react, and one of his hands was instantly severed. "Ahh! You will die, bastard!" He took out the Raven Token and crushed it instantly. It was an emergency token; when crushed, it would send a distress signal saying tier 1 couldn’t handle the situation—so tier 2 were requested. Ron didn’t care. He started swinging his sword like he was dancing. Ethan nodded in the villa. "That brat has made good progress," he said, impressed. Everyone was astonished by Ron’s sheer battle power. That weak-looking kid could actually hold his own against an elder of the Raven Empire. He even severed one of his arms—even though it was by a sneak attack, that was still a great feat. Celcia was looking at Ron with surprise. "He has become this powerful? It would be great if I could stay by Master’s side. It is proof of how excellent he is. Even after having a god bloodline, I am not as fast as Ron." Ron and the Geymar Ancestor were fighting Geros and were about to kill him when a tremendous pressure appeared from above and pinned both Ron and the demon ancestor to the ground. A middle-aged man was standing in the air with his hands behind his back. A royal aura was radiating from him. "How dare a puny demon and a commoner elf touch someone from the Raven royal family?"