Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 241: Peng (1)

Book 7: Chapter 241: Peng (1)

Dyon immediately calmed down, watching as the five peak-most geniuses of the Golden Crow Sect breathed their last breaths. If he had been aware that all their lives were tethered to one another, this battle wouldn’t have dragged out for so long. Unfortunately, he hadn’t known, so he wasted precious strength on holding back the four scions thinking he’d have to kill them one by one.

His gaze shifted, looking over toward Little Rain. Now that he had nothing else to focus on, his Presence descended from the skies, immediately stifling the flame sprite.

Before, Dyon’s Presence had been useless against Little Rain for two reasons. Firstly, Little Rain had been hiding in a vessel even his divine sense couldn’t penetrate. Secondly, Little Rain’s speed was incomprehensible. Even Dyon, who was used to things appearing slow under his senses, couldn’t track him. How could he aim an attack under such circumstances?

However, now matters were completely different. First, Dyon’s soul energy could now be considered a half-step into the planet grade. With this, he could sense and track dao level experts now. In addition, even if he couldn’t, Little Rain was keeping the flame sprite in a confined cage.

Still, the most important point was that Dyon’s Presence seemed to be capable of partially penetrating through defenses now. Although it wasn’t as exaggerated as being able to ignore them completely, at least 5-10% could influence his opponents now. For Little Rain who was struggling, this was an invaluable aid. This was especially so considering Sprites were very susceptible to Presence in the first this. The concept was similar to how Dyon once used his Presence to shatter Asyna’s Asura’s Eye manifestation.

Soon, the battle flipped in Little Rain’s favor, just as expected.

Seeing that matters were about to be so easily handled, Dyon turned his attention back toward True God Tatsuya who was happily looting the treasures of the five.

“You! Shameless!” A crippled Angelica struggled to stand. Despite being a mere third ranked inner disciple, it seemed that she had the most fire in her. Being beaten and crippled by Madeleine was humiliating beyond belief, but she couldn’t just stand by and watch as a supposed True God acted without recourse.

She stumbled, face planting onto Linlin’s hard-shelled back. She barely made it a single step out of the decrepit circle of five crippled former geniuses. While Louis, Meaghan, Blythe and Wilder had all lost the light in their eyes, she seemed to be the only one willing to fight.

Dyon looked toward Madeleine with a raised eyebrow, but she only smiled back innocently. It wasn’t as though Dyon could ask her why she hadn’t just killed them, so he let it go.

The truth was that the upper echelon of the Golden Crow Sect definitely knew about this Ancestor here, or else Christian III would have been unaware. Therefore, whether they came up with some fake story about how every died or not, they’d never believe it. That said, it wasn’t very convenient for these five to stay alive.

In the end, Dyon tossed them all into the Demon Sage Tower dungeons.

By the time he looked over to True God Tatsuya once again, God Goldeen’s corpse was already stripped naked and he was holding the refined gold armor with a jagged and toothy smile.

“And here I thought Dragons were the epitome of arrogance.” Dyon said in a teasing tone.

True God Tatsuya snorted. “Arrogance and Sovereignty come in many forms.”

“Ah, true. I guess there must be an Emperor of Sneak Attacks somewhere.” Dyon nodded sarcastically.

Although Dyon said these things, he understood the deeper meaning behind Titus’ words. If lesser beasts like those of the Five Beast Clan Alliance could follow the human path, why couldn’t dragons? As a True God, Titus most definitely followed both paths. In the end, as a result, his sovereign path was more flexible.

He was the sort who found the ends to justify the means. In truth, Dyon’s thoughts weren’t too far from the same. Although, Dyon would never monopolize treasures of a battle he hardly contributed in like this. However, Dyon decided to allow it.

Obviously, this wasn’t because Dyon was afraid of Titus. Rather, it was because he decided to make a friend this time around.

“If I wasn’t like this, I would have attacked you instead for daring to have not only using one of my race’s half-step Emperor reverse scales as a stepping stone, but for also daring to have one of my race as a beast companion as well. You’re truly bold.”

Dyon laughed. “If you weren’t like this, you wouldn’t use a sneak attack to express your dissatisfaction. In that case, you’d surely lose in a single move.”

Sharp red eyes looked toward Dyon. But in the end, Titus simply tossed five spatial rings toward him.

“I might be shameless enough to take this supreme grade armor for myself, but I won’t take everything. I’m sure that they’ve gained quite a few good things here with the help of that decrepit skeleton who dares to call himself Lord Creator.”

After storing the golden and bloodied armor in his spatial ring, Titus laughed once more. “I’ll see you on the Ancient Battlefield. In that time, I wonder how the other True Gods and False True Gods will react to your arrogance. It should be a good show.”

Titus shot into the air, meeting a formless barrier at once but shimmering through it as though it didn’t exist. Soon, his presence disappeared from Dyon’s senses.