My Celestial Ascension

Viscount Lewis and his family stood in shock and disbelief, their eyes fixed on the scene of carnage before them. The remaining troops of fourth-circle mages had been swiftly and mercilessly dispatched by the two extremely beautiful women standing there. The magnitude of the massacre was beyond their comprehension.

Viscount Lewis, his voice trembling, muttered in disbelief, "How... how is this possible? They... they killed our mages with such ease."

His wife, Elizabeth, clasped her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. "I can't believe what I'm seeing. How can two women be so powerful?"

Jayden, overwhelmed by fear and shock, could only mutter in a voice barely audible, "No... this can't be happening. They... they shouldn't possess such strength."

Viscount Lewis turned to his son, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and frustration. "Jayden, how could you have provoked such formidable opponents? These women... they are more than we could have ever anticipated."

Jayden, his face pale and trembling, managed to stammer, "I... I didn't know... I didn't know they would be this powerful."

The family exchanged glances, their minds racing to comprehend the dire situation they found themselves in. The realization that they had underestimated their adversaries struck them hard. 

They were facing not only a skilled and powerful warrior in Yuan but also a group of extraordinary women who possessed strength far beyond their own.

Yuan's voice cut through the tense silence. "Your mages have been wiped out, and now only the three of you are left," he declared, his tone cold and resolute.

Viscount Lewis, his wife Elizabeth, and their son Jayden exchanged looks of sheer horror and realization. The once arrogant and confident Jayden now trembled in fear, his earlier desires for revenge shattered by the overwhelming display of power.

Elizabeth's voice quivered as she managed to speak through her shock. "How... how is this possible? Who are you people?" Her eyes darted from Yuan to Anna, Grace, Lily, Emma, and Xi Meili, trying to make sense of the impossible.

Yuan's lips curled into a smirk as he took a step closer, his presence radiating dominance. "Who we are is of no importance. What matters is that we hold your lives in our hands," he stated, his voice dripping with authority.

Viscount Lewis, attempting to regain some semblance of composure, took a step forward. "You... you won't get away with this. The kingdom will not let such atrocities go unpunished," he threatened, his voice quivering with a mixture of fear and defiance.

Anna, with a cold smile, stepped forward to face the Viscount. "Do you truly think your feeble threats hold any weight against us? Your precious kingdom is nothing compared to our power," she retorted, her voice laced with confidence.

Grace, the other woman by Anna's side, added with a smirk of her own, "You underestimated the power that resides within us. It's time you faced the consequences of your actions."

Lily, standing alongside her two mothers, glared at the Viscount family with a mixture of anger and superiority. "You brought this upon yourselves by challenging us. Now you will pay the price," she warned, her voice dripping with determination.

Emma, radiating an aura of calmness, stepped forward and addressed the Viscount family. "You may have held a position of power, but power is not solely determined by social status or noble titles. True power lies within oneself and is forged through strength and conviction."

Xi Meili, her eyes blazing with a fierce fire, chimed in with a hint of amusement. "Oh, how naïve you were to believe that your status could protect you from the consequences of your actions. We are here to remind you that even the mightiest can fall."

Viscount Lewis and his family exchanged bewildered glances, realizing the gravity of their situation. They had underestimated the abilities and determination of Yuan and his family, and now they faced the wrath of those they had wronged.

As Viscount Ethan Lewis mustered his resolve, a surge of determination coursed through his veins. He couldn't allow a mere commoner to tarnish his noble family name in broad daylight. His pride as a nobleman demanded retribution.

With a furious expression etched on his face, Viscount Lewis locked eyes with Yuan and his wives, his voice dripping with disdain. "Brat, don't think I, Viscount Ethan Lewis, fear the likes of you. A noble such as myself fears none. Now prepare to die," he declared, his words laced with a twisted sense of superiority.

Jayden, fueled by his own rage and desire for vengeance, enthusiastically cheered for his father. "Father, kill him! Kill that bastard!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of bloodlust and desperation.

Ethan Lewis, his anger fueling his magical abilities, lifted his magic staff and poured mana into it. A malicious grin spread across his face as he unleashed his attack. "Flame Blast!" he shouted, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure.

The air crackled with the impending danger as the blazing inferno surged towards Yuan and his wives, threatening to engulf them. However, Yuan remained calm and resolute. He gripped his sword, 'Empyreal Oblivion,' tightly, and channeled 30 percent of his Qi, infusing his strike with immense power.

With a swift motion, Yuan activated his sword technique, 'One Sword One Strike,' and brought his blade down in a vertical slash, colliding with the raging Flame Blast. The clash resonated with a deafening boom, sending shockwaves through the surrounding area.

To the astonishment of onlookers, the Flame Blast disintegrated upon impact, reduced to mere fragments of dissipating energy. The powerful strike from Yuan's sword had shattered the attack, dispersing it into oblivion.

Yuan's eyes gleamed with a mixture of confidence and defiance as he stared at Viscount Lewis. "Is that the best you can do, Viscount? Your feeble flames are no match for my power," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

The shock and disbelief that rippled through Viscount Lewis and his family were palpable. They stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with astonishment, unable to comprehend the sight before them.

Viscount Lewis stammered, his voice filled with disbelief. "It... It can't be. How... How did he...? That spell was... a peak Tier 5 spell! It has the power to decimate an entire city in an instant!"

His wife, Elisabeth, stood beside him, her hands trembling. "This... this is impossible. No one should possess such power. It defies all logic and reason."

Butler Josh, a loyal servant who had witnessed the Viscount's power firsthand, shared in their disbelief. He muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. "I... I have served the Viscount for years, witnessed his mightiest spells. But... this... I have never seen anything like it."

Viscount Lewis's face contorted with a mixture of frustration and anger. "There must be some trickery at play. A commoner like him couldn't possess such power. It's an affront to my noble blood."

Elisabeth, her voice laced with desperation, grasped her husband's arm. "What do we do, Ethan? How do we face this... this... monster? He has shown us that our power is insignificant."

Viscount Lewis gritted his teeth, his pride wounded by the realization of his limitations. With a resolute gaze, he glanced back at Yuan, his expression filled with determination. "We cannot let this stand. We must find a way to expose his weakness, to bring him down. No mere commoner shall defy the might of the noble Lewis family."

Elisabeth nodded, her eyes burning with a newfound determination. "You're right, Ethan. We shall not let this go unpunished. We will uncover his secrets and ensure he pays for his audacity."

The air around them crackled with tension as they contemplated their next move. The once assured Viscount and his family now faced a daunting challenge, their arrogance shattered by the display of power from an unexpected foe.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as Viscount Lewis and Yuan locked eyes, their disdain for each other evident. The Viscount's words dripped with arrogance as he taunted his opponent.

"Do you think that by defending against one spell, you have won the war?" Viscount Lewis sneered. "Don't look down on a noble, brat. I have far more powerful spells than the earlier one. Let's see if you can defend against them and protect your precious family."

Yuan's lips curled into a confident smile as he listened to the Viscount's words. He found amusement in the noble's arrogance and thought to himself, knowing the advantages he possessed.

"As expected of a high-ranking noble of this kingdom, he has many wild cards up his sleeve," Yuan mused silently. "But does he think I am a fool, to let him freely cast his spells?"

Viscount Lewis furrowed his brow in confusion at Yuan's response. "What? What are you...?"

Before the Viscount could finish his sentence, Yuan's grip on his sword tightened, and in a lightning-fast motion, he closed the distance between them. With blinding speed, he swung his sword, aiming directly for the noble's neck.

As the blade of Empyreal Oblivion approached Viscount Ethan Lewis with lightning speed, a mix of fear and desperation flashed across his face. He attempted to summon his magic to defend himself, but the attack was too swift, leaving him with little time to react.