Zlatan Family's Reckoning

The Mandate Emperor appeared solemn as his black hair swayed in the air. The white robe he wore was full of grandeur, increased his hint of authority, and added a layer of distinctiveness to his profile. He arrived before Davis and Isabella, maintaining a distance of ten kilometers before the Karmic Guardian Emperor, clad in a refined and pure white robe, arrived beside him.

"Emperor of Death, stop this madness." The Mandate Emperor spoke in a calm voice.

"Are you picking a fight with me?" Davis widened his eyes threateningly as his sapphire eyes shone, "Would you like me to say that you are courting death instead? I said that I would kill those who obstruct my path. Didn't you hear?"

Mandate Emperor shook his head.

"I'm not here to fight. I'm here to say that the Zlatan Family is already done for..."

"It's not done until I say it's done."

Davis harrumphed with a cold voice before he looked at Isabella, who had her eyes closed.