Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 483: The Flame Phoenix Roared On

"Compared to the Second Prince, I feel like the young prince is more suited to becoming the Fiend Emperor! You are now the late Fiend Emperor’s sole direct descendant, and your mother is the empress. Of course you are the one with the most qualifications to become the Fiend Emperor!"

He blurted out all sorts of reasons in one go. Even he hadn’t known he could become so good at bootlicking, and that he could speak so quickly.

The onlookers were a bit alarmed. They really had widened their horizons today. Not only had they seen so many grandmasters fight against each other, they had even witnessed grandmasters being instantly killed. Now there was even a grandmaster begging for his life!

Magnus suddenly teared up. My grievances have finally been justified, someone understands my pain! I am the glorious Magnus!

If not for the fact that I was really going to die, do you think I would suddenly become a kitty cat?!

The Second Prince’s nose started to become crooked from anger. Just what kind of idiots had he ended up raising? He had built everything up with such difficulty, and yet all of it became a joke!

Sharky hesitated. Suddenly, his expression changed and he turned in another direction.

The winds became violent and the clouds rushed around. A terrifying aura spread from the clouds, and several faces gradually condensed in the sky. All of them were incredibly old, but their auras were powerful.

Even Charlotte and Diana both backed up. These were clearly just projections, yet their auras were stronger than the two women’s own. That was especially true for the one in the lead. His aura wasn’t too far from the past Fiend Emperor!

"Great Elder, your respected self has finally arrived," Sixth Uncle said, tears streaming from his eyes when he saw the figures.

"Silence, you disgraceful thing," the Great Elder said, shooting him a look. Two streaks of light surrounded Sixth Uncle’s body, as if the Great Elder could instantly turn him into smoke. Sixth Uncle’s entire body shivered. He didn’t dare utter another sound.

The Second Empress quickly tugged on Sharky’s arm and hinted for him to put his arrow away. She quietly said through ki, "These are some of the royal family’s elders. Many of them are even older than the Fiend Emperor. They are usually sealed in the Imperial Tomb and have extremely shocking cultivations."

Sharky nodded. Sixth Uncle also seemed to be from the Committee of Elders, but he had only joined a few years ago. He was just like an intern at most.

These individuals all had extremely high cultivations. They were all people whose lives were nearing their end, but they couldn’t break through to a higher realm, so they had sealed themselves up.

They hoped that the world would change one day, upon which they would see if there was a chance to break through and obtain a new life. They hadn’t sent their real bodies, but rather cast projections of themselves; it was probably in order to preserve their lifespan.

"I greet the elders!" the Second Prince exclaimed, his eyes shining with a look of excitement. He had initially thought that everything was over today. But now that the clan elders had come, there was a chance of things turning out for the better.

No matter how high that bastard Sharky’s cultivation is, could it be higher than the elders? Especially Great Elder, whose strength is comparable to father emperor’s; he alone could deal with this entire situation!

Let alone the fact that there are still other elders!

The Great Elder nodded slightly, then swept his gaze around the room. Soon afterward, his eyes landed on Sharky, as well as the Gandiva Bow in his hand.

The Great Elf King coughed and asked, "May I ask why we are suddenly honored with the elders’ presence?"

His status was high, and because of his naturally proud nature, he wasn’t as scared of these elders as ordinary people. When he saw the Great Elder look at that lacking son-in-law of his, he was worried they’d start fighting.

After all, even though his son-in-law looked a bit ordinary, and far, far from being as handsome as himself, at least he was decent at shooting. He was still pretty satisfied with his son-in-law.

In his eyes, there were only three grades for beauty in this world. The first was, of course, himself. No one else was his equal. The second was merely ordinary-looking people. They were just too far from his own beauty. As for the others, all of them were ugly clowns.

Pretty leather bags were still leather bags. Once you saw one, you’d seen them all. As for ugly clowns, they could be ugly in all kinds of fantastic and odd ways. That was why the fact that this lacking son-in-law of his could reach the normal category was already quite amazing.

The Great Elder harrumphed. "The entire Fiend King Court has become such a huge mess. Did I even have a choice but to come?"

The Second Empress spoke up just then, saying, "Great Elder, that cannot be blamed on us, but on the Second Prince. He went after his brothers, and we were merely acting out of self-defense. I hope Great Elder can bring justice to us all."

As the empress, she was naturally the one with the most qualifications to speak. Furthermore, she was extremely beautiful, and together with the young child in her arms, she really was lovely and pitiful. It was hard for others to develop animosity toward her.

The Great Elder followed her line of sight and saw the Crown Prince’s corpse bound up in the Second Prince’s group, as well as Elder Wu’s head. His expression immediately darkened.

When he sensed the Great Elder’s gaze, the Second Prince grew nervous. He quickly explained, "The Great Elder is wise. The one who harmed my brothers was not me, but the Crown Prince."

"After the father emperor perished, he was worried that these brothers would threaten his place on the throne, so he sent troops into the night to assassinate us. I was only helplessly acting out of self-defense."

"Third brother and fourth brother were both killed by the Crown Prince’s people. I did not harm a single one of my other brothers. If the Great Elder does not believe me, you may ask everyone here. Many of them can attest to me regarding this," he concluded. As for the Crown Prince, he had wanted to kill him, so he was naturally left out.

The Great Elder’s gaze landed on the Golden Crow Guard leaders and the other important ministers. Those people immediately felt as if they had been completely seen through.

They didn’t dare utter a lie. All of them shuddered, reporting to the Great Elder about what had happened. What they said wasn’t too different from the Second Prince’s story.

"The Fiend Emperor has died..." the Great Elder muttered, seeming a bit absent-minded.

Even though the Fiend King Court was now an absolute mess, for someone of his level, it was still limited in scale. It was instead the Fiend Emperor’s death that was of more severe consequence. An era had come to an end, and the Fiend races had also reached a moment of crisis.

He gathered his thoughts, then looked at the Second Prince and the young prince, asking, "Is that why the only ones left with the Fiend Emperor’s bloodline are the two of you?"

The Second Prince was delighted, saying, "Indeed. I ask the Great Elder to preside over this greater situation."

There were only two successors left. Compared to his young brother, it was easy to see who was more fit to become the Fiend Emperor.

He had been overwhelmed with hatred to learn that all of his painstaking efforts over the years would be for nothing; he thought that the heavens had no appreciation for those who worked hard. In the end, however, he discovered that the heavens weren’t treating him that poorly.

How could those grandmasters who had perished before compared to even a single sentence from the Great Elder?

The Second Empress grew nervous. She also understood that compared to the Second Prince, her own son didn’t stand much of a chance. If they let the Great Elder make the decision, everything would be over.

Fortunately, a smooth and steady voice called out, "The Fiend Emperor passed on his throne to the young prince before he passed away. The Gandiva Bow is proof!"

Sharky raised the Gandiva Bow high into the air as he spoke. The sight of the divine weapon instantly shocked the gathered elders.

"The Fiend Emperor lost his life? What happened?" the Great Elder asked, his eyes gleaming with scrutiny as he stared at Sharky.

A divine will swept over him like a wave, sharp and probing—almost like a celestial lie detector. For most, that power alone would have been enough to strip away their courage and truth alike, leaving them trembling and babbling every secret they’d ever kept.

But Sharky was not most people.

He had faced gods, emperors, and demons alike; he had stared into the eyes of beings who could erase worlds with a thought. Compared to them, this elder’s probing was nothing but a flicker of candlelight.

He met the elder’s gaze unflinchingly and repeated his words again, calm and clear.

The Great Elder frowned slightly, unsettled. Even those with higher cultivation usually wavered beneath his gaze. This youth... was different.

"The Crown Prince is quite daring!" the Great Elder said at last, feigning reproach to maintain face before the crowd.

Then his tone softened, curiosity glimmering in his eyes. "Tell me, does any of that immortal medicine still remain?"

Sharky’s lips curled slightly. So that’s it, he thought. These old monsters—all they ever care about is clinging to another breath of life.

He shook his head. "The Fiend Emperor didn’t obtain it either. The secret dungeon has already closed. It will only open again when fate allows it."

Disappointment spread among the elders. The Great Elder’s expression darkened—he knew he wouldn’t live to see that next chance. But his suspicions lingered; he studied Sharky quietly, deciding to pry deeper later, when there weren’t so many eyes watching.

The elders began to waver, but the Second Prince’s voice rang out, sharp with panic. "I am opposed to this! The Fiend Emperor must always be the strongest of our kind! How can a child rule the Fiend races? This is reckless—he must be lying about the imperial edict!"

The elders exchanged glances. The argument had merit; there had never been a young Fiend Emperor in all their history.

The Second Empress’s expression dimmed. She had hoped Sharky’s strength and presence would silence them—but now, everything hung by a thread.

Then Sharky laughed softly, the sound low and dangerous. "If such simple reasoning was something even a blockhead like you could think of," he said, his voice carrying across the hall, "do you think the Fiend Emperor wouldn’t have thought of it?"

As he spoke, the air around him trembled. Golden-red flames surged from his body like wings unfolding—the Phoenix Flame. It burned silently at first, then blazed brighter and brighter until even the elders felt their divine senses recoil.

"Let me ask all of you," Sharky continued, his eyes glowing like molten suns, "who is the greatest enemy of the Fiend races?"

The Phoenix Flame roared behind him, casting his shadow like that of a fiery sovereign—young, fearless, and utterly unyielding.