Demon Hunter and His Cabin

This is the Ancestral Land of the Silver Dragon Clan. If one wants to kill Ares here without any reason, with Roger's current power, he can indeed achieve that.

But wanting to avoid the clan's frantic retaliation afterward is almost impossible.

Yet, to resolve the crisis on Kenneth once and for all, the Dragon King is an obstacle that cannot be bypassed.

So finding a way to force the opponent to provoke first makes things much easier to handle.

If the timing is right, it's not impossible to kill him, but even with Kenneth by his side, it would sour relations with the entire clan.

But if he just injures without killing...

Roger had already made a decision in his heart.

The higher-ups of the Silver Dragon Clan won't stand by and allow the two of them to fight, so he must move quickly and not give anyone time to react.

So the moment he drew his sword, the ground shook. From the ground to the temple's walls and dome, it instantaneously became Roger's isolated private domain.

"That sword strike just now was you!"

Ares steadied his mind, the fear of that lethal strike still vivid, most puzzling of all was that the person before him seemed quite ordinary.

The colorful rings surrounding his body clearly gave no impression of a powerful fighter.

But that sword strike just now.

It was terrifying, an unreasonable steamroll.

Ares knew some strange treasures could unleash unimaginable power, and now he wasn't sure if this Roger fellow could unleash an attack similar to before.

And such an attack, he absolutely couldn't withstand.

"Rest assured, you won't die by my sword."

Their auras were briefly isolated, and people around them also noticed the change here.

"Since you've accepted the other's gift, naturally, there must be a response."

"Gift?" Ares asked, puzzled.

"Consider it an unexpected delight."

Roger didn't answer Ares directly. The next second, the Rune on the sword dimmed, and another mark radiated a flame-like glow.

But soon, the surging power of flames reversed instantly.

Like two extremes.

Heat and cold, fire and ice.

Behind Roger, a familiar phantom flashed by, others might not have captured it, but Ares was all too familiar with that figure.

"Devour gave you his power?!"

"Traitors never meet good ends!"

In Ares' mind, the story had obviously taken another direction.

"Better worry about yourself first."

Roger pressed his palm into the air, firmly locking on Ares, but no ferocious attack followed.

In his confusion, it seemed something subtle blossomed deep inside him.

In the next second, an ice-formed figure slowly emerged in front of Roger.

Devour's ring shattered, a part of his power was absorbed by Roger. Unexpectedly, many attributes of Devour's power greatly benefited Roger.

Having absorbed this portion of power, if flames are heat and emotion, reversing that power with ice as a catalyst would develop other attributes.

Just like now.

The ice sculpture appearing in front of Roger.

Seeing this silhouette, Ares' body trembled wildly, while others around were also left stunned.

"Emil!"

A deep voice sounded.

"Do you think I would fear him?"

Ares instantly flew into a rage.

"He is already dead, then let him die again!"

Thud.

The same scenario replayed, previously it was father and son, now it was brothers.

Watching the clash between the two, Roger remained silent, holding his sword single-handedly, the blade emitting a cold gleam. A faint power linked the three in the scene together.

It wasn't the burning of Emotion Flame, the unlocking of ice revealed the deepest fear buried in Ares' heart.

The Fear of Ice.

This Emil before him wasn't him in reality, his creation was Roger's doing, but the source of power came from Ares.

The more fear in the heart, the stronger the transformed Emil becomes. No matter how long the battle lasts, it drains Ares' own power.

If he cannot overcome his fear, then even if he wins by sheer force, weakened, he will have to face a fully-powered Roger.

Under normal circumstances, a fighter would quickly detect the undercurrents and adjust in time.

But Ares was now so infuriated under Roger's influence.

"Impossible, you're already dead!"

"I know your limits well, Heinris completely restrains our power, your defensive power has little effect on him."

"In the world of souls, you can't escape!"

"I am the most outstanding, defeating you is an easy task!"

Few words, yet they revealed terrifying implications upon closer thought.

The longer the fight goes on, the more emotions in the heart get amplified. Roger knew it, now he doesn't need to take action himself.

"Mystic power, please stop!"

The voice of an old man in a purple robe reached Roger's ears.

"I apologize for Ares' earlier attack, but please stop, the Silver Dragon Clan is willing to compensate you."

Seemingly pleading, yet the voice was filled with a sense of superiority, Roger couldn't help but chuckle coldly and retort:

"What can you compensate me with?"

The old man in a purple robe was slightly taken aback, not expecting Roger to be so direct. He hesitated for a moment, "What do you want?"

"Can you give all that you have?"

Roger knew that Ares was not the strongest of the Silver Dragon Clan; such an ancient race must harbor many secrets.

Just like this old fellow before him, looking drowsy, but once he truly erupts, his power should surpass Ares.