Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 10: 86: Wreak (2)

Book 10: Chapter 86: Wreak (2)

These four women. Each alone was already comparable to the pinnacle beauties of the sprite race and could most definitely appear at the very top of the Beauty Chart.

One slightly roguish, one petite and fiery, another distant and murderous, and the final loving and gentle.

Alone, they could easily make any man’s blood boil. But together… just how would it feel to bed all four at once?

His mouth all but began to water. Having four women of such different temperaments all together… How could he ever get bored? It was impossible!

His hands clapped. “It seems my luck is even better than yours, Cal.”

Terren laughed uproariously.

When True God Star noticed the direction of Terren’s gaze, he suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. He had boldly stated that he could speak for everyone, but the Sacharro Clan had at least 3 Higher Existences and their depth was still unknown. Even if 3 was their limit, this was already enough for the Sprite Alliance to be unable to look down on them.

In the end, his jaw set.

‘If the Sacharro Clan was really so great, so would they be so unknown. Furthermore, why would they even bother to join our Federation or come here in the first place? Obviously, they must be lacking in some unknown ways…’

Dyon, though, hadn’t seemed to notice what was going on. Actually, this wasn’t him just putting on an act, he really had stopped paying attention. After True God Star showed such a lack of backbone, he found it all to be completely unworthy of his attention.

As for the rules of this place? He didn’t care about that either. He was actually planning on leaving any minute now.

Waiting to complete 100 missions? As if he would waste his time on such nonsense.

By his estimation, each one-star mission would take a normal Lower Dao Expert at least several months to complete. With just 80 years, Dyon guessed that maybe not even 5% of those who came here would be able to complete them. And, of those 5%, who knew how many would manage to last those 10 minutes during the final test?

By that time, what benefits would they be able to gain from the Sprite Alliance’s so-called true training program?

“True God Sacharro.” After a moment, True God Star called out to Dyon.

“Huh?” Dyon looked up, to others, he probably looked brainless and confused, not even aware of the danger that lurked around the corner.

“We and these true geniuses here have come to an agreement.”

“We?” Dyon raised an eyebrow before waving his hand. “Yea, yea. Do whatever you want. What does it have to do with me if you want to pawn off your wife for some resources?”

This entire time, True God Star had maintained his amicable smile. Even when Cal ogled his wife and all but raped her where she stood, he didn’t have a change in expression. But hearing Dyon’s words, he felt something within himself crack.

Even if these geniuses wanted to humiliate him, that was fine. After all, they had the power to do so. But how was this person who had yet to even step into the Dao Realm worthy of speaking to him like this?!

Many had shocked expressions on their faces, others wore sneers, but only calm one seemed to be the young Oracle Sprite who stared at Dyon with curious eyes.

‘He stands off to the side, yet he somehow feels like the focal points of it all… ‘

After a moment, True God Star stopped shaking, controlling himself to the best of his abilities. He didn’t trust himself to attack. If he did, he would definitely kill Dyon. Even if the Sprite Alliance could look down on three Higher Existences, his Star Clan most definitely didn’t have the capital to do so. If he enraged the Sacharro Clan, his Clan would definitely be finished.

So, he could only look toward someone he trusted for help.

Meeting his best friend’s gaze, True God Diasho understood. Those words Emperor Star spoke weren’t just for the others, but were most for them. Since his brother had already made such a willing sacrifice, if he couldn’t let go of a woman who wasn’t even his own to begin with, he wouldn’t be worthy of standing side by side with him.

In that moment, he swallowed his desires and decided to let go of Amphorae. With calm steps, and his palms on his long and short sword strapped to his waist, he made his way toward Dyon.

Dyon, who had already stopped paying attention again, looked up to see a jumping clown paused just a meter and a half or so away from him.

“You four, come with me.” Diasho Ren spoke emotionlessly, pointing toward Ri, Madeleine, Amphorae and Clara. He didn’t spare Dyon a glance.

Dyon’s smile froze.

In the distance, Terren and Cal sneered.

“It seems he finally understands the situation.” Terren laughed.

“You’re really too lucky. You must share them with me.”

“Ridiculous. Ask me again in 50 years and maybe we can negotiate.”

Dyon turned to Clara. “Ten years ago, what happened exactly.”

Clara opened her mouth to avoid the subject, but she could somehow sense from Dyon’s gaze that weaseling out wasn’t an option. Plus, considering the current situation anyway, whether he knew or not, heads would roll…

With a sigh, she described those events in detail.