Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 307: Gaze (3)

Book 7: Chapter 307: Gaze (3)

The truth was that there were no Sapientia Towers in Soul Rend Quadrant, so it would normally be impossible for Ri to reach him. But, Clara didn’t like this flaw. While it was no good for the Sapientia to have any influence in Dyon’s territory, it was equally as bad for Dyon to be unaware of the affairs of the outside world.

In solution, Clara created a one-way reception tower. This one-way tower only allowed information to come in, not allowing any to leave. As a result, the Sapientia were completely unaware of its existence while Dyon and his Empire could keep tabs on the happenings of the outside world.

There was only one exception to the one-way rule and that was the necklaces that hung from Dyon’s and his wives’ necks.

Ri looked particular tired, but there was a happy smile on her face. She knew that the mystical world was only meant to stay open for three years, but she had contacted Dyon months ago only to hear nothing back. That left both her and Clara in a bit of a predicament.

Luckily, their souls were connected to Dyon’s, so they knew he was still alive. But, that didn’t stop them from worrying. Seeing that he was alive and well now made them feel much better.

“Did something happen?” Dyon sat up from his throne, carelessly slipping the Life Ring onto his finger.

“We’ve been in Dark Ocean for the past three years, and we’ve made great gains.” Ri explained. “But the problem isn’t entering, it’s exiting. I’m sure that Chrysanthemum and her cousin are annoyed that my soul jade hasn’t shattered yet, so they’ll likely lie in ambush. Although I’ve improved, I’m still not enough to deal with Anabella. She’s a higher celestial of the 6^th Order.”

Dyon nodded. “I’ll be there in a few hours.”

Despite Dyon making it sound like he was coming alone, Ri didn’t doubt him. If her husband took action, that meant he was confident in his victory even when others thought he wasn’t.

Dyon ended their communication, standing abruptly.

Beautiful sky blue robes marked with faint gold and silver donned his body, replacing his normal black sweats and white shirt. With his enhanced features and his proper dress, he suddenly became akin to a God who was meant to be worshipped.

A silver-gold mask appeared on his face. Before, the Lightning Willow Mask had turned black due to depleting all of its energy, but now that it had absorbed Dyon’s four cloud tribulation, many of its abilities were back. Although it was only a transcendent grade treasure now, it was still more than enough to stop anyone who wasn’t a Higher Existence from seeing his true appearance.

After ensuring that the mask had indeed regained much of its abilities, Dyon thought of taking out the golden yacht, but in the end, he decided against it. Such a supreme grade treasure would definitely be a staple of an expert, so he couldn’t casually decide which of his identities would use it. Since he had already used it as Dyon, he couldn’t also do so as the masked wife stealer unless he had no other choice.

“This came at a good time…” Dyon muttered to himself, a deep rumbling reverberating in his chest. “… I really did need something to vent this rage. Don’t disappointment me too much, Water Mist Sect. Give me something worth playing with.”

**

At the edge of Water Mist Sect territory, three individuals stood, all three of whom Dyon and Ri would recognize.

The first was Chrysanthemum. She wore a flowing blue dress that seemed to seamlessly cause her equally blue hair to disappear into its exterior.

The second was Anabelle. Her features were still lazy, almost as though she wanted nothing more than to not be here at all.

And finally, there was Anak whose massive stature allowed Chrysanthemum to leisurely sit on his shoulder. Clearly, the Prince of the Emperor Giant Clan had come to seek revenge. The humiliation he suffered six years prior was still etched into his mind. He wanted nothing more than to destroy the masked wife stealer’s reputation in the foulest imaginable way.

“Hubby, you shouldn’t frown so much. You’ll etch permanent frown lines into that handsome face of yours.” Chrysanthemum said with an adorable pout.

She wasn’t entirely wrong. By Emperor Giant Clan standards, Anak was incredibly handsome. But to normal humans, his frame was so large that this was often something they overlooked.

“I’m going to humiliate his woman in the worst possible way.” Anak’s features twisted. “I’ll strip her naked and allow my fellow brothers to ravage her. Then I’ll string her up and hang her from the highest peak of the Emperor Giant Faction’s territory on the celestial floors.

“When he inevitably comes to get her, I’ll hand back the humiliation I felt a hundredfold!”

Despite the dark and disgusting words that left his lips, Chrysanthemum giggled and clapped as though these were the exact words she wanted to hear. As for Anabelle, she said nothing. The only sign of her caring was the murderous glint that shone in her eye. She could still remember Ri’s scalding remarks from three years back, she would definitely make her pay for them.

Unfortunately for their dreams, it was at this moment that a murderous intent descended from the skies. The bloody rage was so palpable and real that the oceans beneath their feet crashed and split even as the once blue skies above their heads rumbled with dark clouds.

It was at that moment that a blue robed deity appeared before them. Although a mask covered his face, the piercing gold and flecks of emerald in his eyes couldn’t hide a gaze that could kill.