Celestial Bloodline Chapter 957: Don’t you dare interfere

The voice, indifferent yet tinged with amusement and brimming with scornful mockery, came from the very individual Nathaniel thought had destroyed his world right in front of him. His shocked expression gradually twisted into a horrifying mask, cyan eyes widening and shaking with icy rage.

Kyle's statement had pushed him over the edge into insanity, his frame quaking from overwhelming wrath.

Endless questions raced through his mind in a frenzy—why? Why on earth? Why at all?

It was obvious to him that he and Kyle, much like Azazeal, had both attained the End and claimed the highest Celestial rank with matching prestige, but those emerald eyes still gazed upon him with superiority, treating him like a mere jester. They held an innate superiority, viewing him as vastly inferior. The mere idea ignited a fury that urged him to rip apart Kyle's smirking visage and haul him into torment until pleas escaped his lips.

Without question, Kyle had perished right in his sight—disappeared completely, without a trace left.

Nathaniel had pondered turning back time to fulfill his warped urge to punish him for departing without approval and to slay him again after his soul dimmed.

However, the one he assumed gone stood there now, taunting him while lounging on a throne like an entity from a superior realm—unreachable and aloof.

How long had it been since any Celestial dared to belittle him, a mighty sovereign who had dominated the Celestials as a deity for countless years? Dared to ridicule him directly—and lived to witness the next instant?

Before Nathaniel could rush forward to throttle Kyle and squash him like an insect, discarding all restraint, Azazeal's booming, frigid laughter—resembling a lethal, frozen symphony—resounded nearby, once more alerting him to his dire foe hovering close by.

Azazeal's form shuddered as he struggled to suppress his mirth, yet Kyle's remark acted like a dam bursting—he couldn't hold it in. The shadows enveloping him sparked as his chuckle erupted, crimson and ebony veins crawling from his eyes to carve strange fissures over his features.

He directed his luminous, piercing stare at Kyle, his tone infused with wicked glee.

"This... everything here—"

With a sweep of his hand, he indicated the lavish inferno surrounding them, the ruin, the churning voids.

"—counts as merely a minor clash to you?"

A surge of energy pulsed from Azazeal, prompting Nathaniel to retreat a step on reflex.

But Kyle just gave a casual lift of his shoulders while locking eyes with those known obsidian orbs, as though his assertion stood utterly evident.

Since he declared their fight unworthy of observation, then it truly was.

Azazeal's laughter erupted once more, a tempest of shadowy wisps coiling around his imposing build.

His words boomed forth, frosty and authoritative, sending a shiver deep into the marrow.

"Fine, as you mentioned, I held back... merely toying a bit."

He endorsed each haughty phrase from Kyle, so poised it felt like chatting with an acquaintance.

Next, he spread his arms broadly, as though welcoming the encircling gloom.

"Yet since you've highlighted that even my plaything isn't at full power, how could I refuse... to offer you the thrill of true spectacle?"

A light laugh escaped Kyle.

In sharp opposition, Nathaniel's features contorted even more in fury as he observed the pair of Celestials chatting lightly amid a deadly confrontation where survival favored only one. Rage boiled within him to the point of nearly spilling blood from his mouth.

His bellow ripped across the space while he jabbed a finger at Azazeal first, then Kyle.

"You—both of you! Now I see! You're allies in this! From the beginning, you were acquainted! How bold to plot against me! How utterly bold! Do you believe I can't eliminate two top Celestials? Hahaha, keep dreaming! Today, the ones to fall will be you—not me!"

Watching the duo, his prior suspicion that Kyle colluded with Azazeal—set to strike during his duel—hardened into absolute conviction. Wild thoughts flooded his head. Despite the evident hostility in their gazes, marking them as foes, he dismissed it and clung to the notion of their hidden partnership.

At his outburst, Kyle released a soft, derisive huff, reclining further in his chair with a hand propping his jaw, as if relishing the drama set to commence.

The moment Nathaniel's shout faded, the atmosphere nearby started to shudder fiercely.

The crumbling earth below plunged deeper, disintegrating into void amid the blackness, voraciously devouring the territory of the Layer of Ancients, as though it detected the vast might silently awakening.

The whole domain hovered near total annihilation, but those involved appeared unperturbed.

Merely Kyle's rhythmic drumming of his forefinger against the throne's arm, forged from ice where he perched, and the serene aura emanating from his vicinity, hinted at the tremendous strain he applied to prevent the turmoil and devastation from breaching the ancient domain into external realms.

During the intense quakes, Nathaniel surged at Azazeal, a distinctive seven-headed serpent emblem surfacing at his collarbone. Madness gleamed in his blood-flecked eyes, fueled by resolve. Yet right then, from his peripheral vision, he spotted them—several sets of shadowy gazes, bearing vertical violet pupils strikingly akin to the dark ones ahead, peering at him from the enveloping dark.

At once, he froze in place.

His pulse raced as dread built while tallying the eerie stares. One... two... three... four... five... six sets of eyes!

All converged upon Azazeal's shape, which no longer seemed wholly mortal but merged with the ambient shadows.

The gloom acted with vitality, warping and writhing as the bearers of those feral gazes emerged from its core. Their every motion projected divine might, making the atmosphere quiver in terror.

In midair, Nathaniel reeled backward, on the verge of toppling from shock, as he aimed a trembling finger at the array of matching visages ahead, his cry fracturing the silence.

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!"

With the six newcomers added, seven versions of Azazeal now floated there, their stares pinning him like hunters assessing quarry, each radiating a savage, dreadful essence and the presence of a pinnacle Celestial at the End.

Nathaniel's thoughts hummed with incredulity.

Certainly, he understood the concept of illusory forms.

However... how could such duplicates achieve the End in tandem with the primary form?

How could each emit the identical signature of a Celestial genuinely at the End?!

This defied all logic! Solely the core form could attain ultimate power!

The others, regardless of strength, ought to lag far behind the true one!

Still, the sight confronting him chilled him to the core. It seemed every form suspended there was authentic—not one fabricated.

The gravest aspect was perceiving just one essence among them, as if the rest were absent. That explained his failure to sense the additional six forms!

Upon beholding it, even Kyle's stoic facade faltered, his tapping digit faltered under a crushing force that wrapped around him, and all Azazeal incarnations delivered the identical frosty threat, their tones blending into a unified, spine-tingling resonance.

"Don’t you dare interfere."

"Or I will destroy the universe you cherish most first—and watch as you crumble."